Mess up my heart and proceed to tempt me

I saw two genuinely wonderful movies recently: Young Victoria and Nine. Both of them were visual banquets of amazing costumes and had great story lines that played out with just the right amount of theatricality. Also, the casts - OMG the amazingly attractive and talented roster of thespians. Between Marion Cotillard's classy moves and Penelope Cruz's sexy solos, I'm pretty sure I went gay for about 90 minutes.

Also, I'm totally that much more excited about trips to Italy and the UK now! I'm kind of easily excitable.

A little sidenote: My mother and I both swooned over Rupert Friend's turn as Prince Albert in "Young Victoria." Having previously seen him as Mr. Wikham in Pride and Prejudice, I've mainly only seem him in period costumes. I became curious about the guy who was able to nab Kiera Knightly in real life and become her long-term beau. So, I looked up a photo of Mr. Friend in plainclothes.
Ohhhh big mistake:

Dear Lord. Distant cousin of Gollum? Like, seriously those eyes will continue to terrify me for weeks. At least.

Critical thinking

Oh, excuse me - have you SEEN the line-up for Rosklide Festival this year?? If not, take a look at the full line up here, which includes:

 This guy.

Robyn

 The National

Efterklang

Dirty Projectors 

The Temper Trap

Pavement

Gorillaz

 Miike Snow

 Vampire Weekend

I have been plotting with my Danish friend about a visit to Copenhagen over the summer. As it turns out, the dates that I planned on going to CPH coincide directly with this four day Danish music festival. Fate much?

The question now is - should I shell out the $150 for a one-day pass??? It's far far more than what I am used to paying for live music, but who wouldn't love to make musical commune with Scandinavian folk, like in these photos from past Roskilde's?

Tough. Effing. Decision.

Music is our love's foundation

Rememeber the other day when I posted about Damon Albarn/the AwesomeAmazingness that is Blur/Gorillaz/The Good, the Bad, the Queen? Wellll crap, I somehow missed this amazing amazing piece of photographic excellence. A reader (didn't even know I had those, lol) pointed out this pic of Damon et. al from what must have been the 90s, and I was in thoroughly agreement with her suggestion that it needed to go up stat. 

Hilarious and highly wonderful. I'd go gay for Damon  in this photo, oh absolutely I would.

 

And on this day of unearthing amazing photos, what else would happen other than me stumbling upon this mother-effing gem? Behold:

Sweet Lord in heaven, it's David Bowie & Brett Anderson!!! Together, looking profoundly stylish, British, contemplative and musical all at once!!!!!!!! Aaaaah it's like my 16-year old dream come true. Ok ok, it's still my dream come true. I wonder if this is from a fashion shoot, or if they did some work together or what? Wouldn't you just love to be a fly on the wall during a conversation between these two?

I'm so LOST without you

Let's all just go ahead and admit that if Driveshaft were a real band, we would be their biggest stinkin' fans. Especially on this sad sad day, on which LOST is officially no more. 

Also, I didn't realize that the band was based on Oasis. WIN.

I love my sisters on a Saturday night

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Some good girlfriends of mine and I had been thinking for a while now that it would be such a fabulous idea to have a garden party of sorts. We finally had the chance to do so last Sunday, with lovely results. We stuffed our faces with finger sandwiches, strawberry short cake, pastries, cupcakes and an assortment of other delicious treats, and washed it all down with mimosas & elderflower cocktails. 

Some of us then played croquet out in the garden while others (like me, lol) lounged around and were spectators, for the most part. The Texas weather was uncharacteristically compliant, and just spending time with this wonderful group of amazing people was just what I needed after a harrowing week of finals. 

We also just laughed at the silliest things that meant nothing at all. Aah, don't you just love moments like that?

There's no other way

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My sound track for finals studying a week ago was a combination of several Blur albums and The Good, the Bad & the Queen. In that spirit, I wanted to give a nod to my Britpop roots, specifically to Damon Albarn and his ridiculous musical experimenting abilities. I'll still never know why he does what he does, and how he is able to do it so well. I mean, in addition to the two aforementioned amazing bands, the man is also the front man for the Gorillaz (whose latest album Plastic Beach is ohhhh so good for my soul!).

I'm thrilled that the band that originally made my 12-year old self fall madly, madly in love with Albarn - Blur - recently recorded a new song! They also performed a mini-tour last year. It's looking like Blur might maybe be the one band from my childhood that I get to see live. Maybe. 

I have my fingers, eyes, legs and armed crossed. Hear my plea, oh Damon!

Won't allow my affections to be recanted

I can't wait to be blonde again. I'm sporting a dip dye, which is admittedly sought-after and current, but I actually really love the bleached blonde look. I love it so much, in fact, that I don't even care that my South Asian, dark-toned skin might not be the most conducive to the look, nor is my very Indian nose.

S'okay though. I'm not into the natural blonde look anyway, and could care less for any "Gentleman prefer Blondes" proclamations. I'm into the edgy, processed dyed look that these lovely ladies are sporting, for example.

 aw yeah Lily Loveless AKA Naomi Campbell from Skins, Gen II 

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Call me crazy, but I'm looking forward to the point in mid-June when I'll be sitting in a beauty school in central Austin, bleach & toner burning into my scalp, yessssssss...

Bonafide Lovin'

//via hello romantic, various//

For many years now, I have been enamored with the idea of getting a tattoo. I didn't consider it a feasible possibility until last year sometime (I like to call 2009 my "Year of Moral Decline" - I said, did and tried more new 'scandalous' things than ever before. Although, that doesn't say much; I've led a pretty tame existence thus far). Anyway, I'm in love with the simple, isolated tattoos that several of my friends have; they look classy and meaningful without appearing trendy. I also think back tattoos are IT - especially the ones with plain text? Were I to get one, I already know I'll take to calling it my "back-too" or something equally ridiculous. 

By the way, it's my 101st post! I've been posting about non-Eurospirations lately, but I think that's OK. When I look back at this blog years from now, it will be interesting to just see these daily musings and how they evolved. Assuming this blog is still on the interweb years from now!

Finally, in the vein of another (kind of) non-Eurospiration post, don't you just love Chromeo? If not, you should; they are French (well, French Canadian anyway), sing about love + parties, and dress like it's 1983 - probably the stinkin' coolest and cheekiest dance band out there right now.

This video makes me want to sell everything and move to Brooklyn to marry a handsome city boy with a Jew-Fro and strong bookworm proclivites, end of story.