Currently rewatching the X-Files and blogging about it. (This "project" is on temporary hiatus, but will hopefully resume soon. Hopefully.)
if you just want to hear a playlist of my audio posts, well guess what, you can do that here.
I also run:
trouble minx, a tumblr about Spoon
Avedon & Erté, which posts one classic Richard Avedon photo and one Erté art deco masterpiece a day, or at least it does when I get around to filling the queue.
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After a while it was clear we wanted to be alone. We had to be. We had been sitting in dressing rooms, in automobiles, hiding for so long. We went to the trailer next door. It was the first time we’d had complete privacy—no anxiety about phones or doorbells ringing—we could do or say anything we pleased—it was our nest—it was the most natural thing in the world—we were so happy—we were so in love—it was beautiful. I shall never forget that day.
Humphrey Bogart on his sailboat at the Newport Yacht Club, 1943.
— Humphrey Bogart to Lauren Bacall. ♥ (via fuckyeahbogieandbaby)