Rose at Library Park

such gorgeous soulful music

Ahhh…Madame Lazonga.

Seattle’s patron saint of tattoo artistry.  This image always reminds me of the Rolling Stones song:

“Have you seen her all in gold, like a queen in days of old, she shoots colors all around, like a sunset going down, have you seen a lady fairer?”

I’m craving that electric zip, deepest black surfacing crimson, permanence and rebellion.

La vie veut que tu le sentes. ❤

The OG badass, lady and artiste.

Reflecting on all that I am thankful for and feeling peaceful.

Stuck at Christmas ’14.

All the world aglow; lights and what perfect cheer.

Let your heart be light.

When the world froze. Our world froze.

Time ceased to exist while simultaneously and loudly counting down.

God I miss you.

Smell, feel, warmth, light.

Everything, everything.

It is still 2014 and I’m raising my effervescent glass to midnight willing it to spin back. Reverse, reverse.

More time, more time.

Life went on but my heart stopped here.

In yuletide.

The marvelous rich roll in that voice;

Through the years we all will be together

If the fates allow…

If a deal were struck…if I was better, if this was different.

But all that is…

A moment, blinking, melting, fading. Precious.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a beautiful and haunting version of the classic by Duran Duran.

https://youtu.be/3jSFNJ8C3ZI

Also in this mood is this amazing verse by Louise Bogan

Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music’s cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat’s too swift. The notes shift in the dark.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.

 

Ahhh Gaslight (1944).  The world was consumed by suspense…everyone hanging on ever thinning hope in a world at war. This is masterful work.  One of the first psychological thrillers had to be brilliant. Ingrid Bergman is at her most captivating.  Dim the lights and immerse yourself.

Louis, Bing, Grace and Frankie? High Society (1956) Is all that and more dah-ling! This comedic and superior (I might add) remake of The Philadelphia Story is a delight.  Two gentleman and a lady.  One of the most fun wedding stories ever told and a relatable romcom for both men and women.

It’s Nick & Nora with the ever clever Asta.  Have a martini or 3 and oysters on the half shell of course.  This silver screen classic is old Hollywood at its most whimsical and charming.  Can you tell its a favorite? The perfect blend of mystery and comedy without a compromise of either genre.  The Thin Man (1934)

worn in glamour, edgy, timeless.  A little leather and always ladylike.  je ne sais quoi

“As the diamond is the crystalline revelator of the achromatic white light of heaven, so is a perfect poem the crystalline revelation of the divine idea”