last weekend spent pretending as though we were roommates. sleepovers and communal wardrobes, coffee dates, strolls across the brooklyn bridge, brunch, movie viewings, and then dinner. just how sundays are meant to be spent.
holden caulfield, i'm done with your teenage angst, and i very much enjoyed it.
the literary theme for the year is 20th century american classics that i never read, but probably should have. almost done with slapstick by vonnegut, and after that i'm thinking a little fitzgerald will take the lead in the queue.
saw this today, Heartbeats. Xaiver Dolan, french canadian babe/wonder child, literally child, i think he's a mere 20 or 21 year old, whom i've mentioned before. really loved almost everything about this film; it was banal, beautiful, and real. at times maybe too real. the lighting, the color, the slo-mo, the sheer beauty of the actors, to the usage of the knife/fever ray, it was all very, for lack of a better word, cinematic. highly recommended.