in the mood for love, being in the mood for love, hating being in the mood for love
in the mood for love is, by far, the most wonderful movie i've seen. the movie is of a man and a woman. their spouses are cheating with each other on them and slowly, through a tie and a purse, they realize it. they pretend the other is their spouse at dinner (i don't know what your wife likes to eat), on the streets (my husband would never say it like that), and to rehearse the confrontation (are you cheating on me? that's crazy. look me in the eye. yes.). so many details that i loved- her dresses and how they all have high collars so never once do you see her neck, the hotel with its purple wallpaper, the clock- many of which father had recognized from when he was younger. "you don't know those plates. i do." it hurt when he told me this. didn't he know how much i wanted to know those plates? those chopsticks? didn't he know that i wished i was born fifty years ago when people weren't as heartless, or at least openly heartless, when familial relationships were valued, when people didn't just do what they wanted but had some sense of obligation and duty and followed up on those obligations and duties even when it would break their hearts? i wish it were so.
went to jones beach with magali and her mother, leslie, on friday to take pictures. it was a wonderful three hours. magali is so smart, so clever. many times i won't catch her references and will feel ignorant, but it's never intentional and she explains. we've started planning our backpacking trip to europe. leslie is wonderful as well. it's not hard to imagine her as she was twenty, thirty years ago. there's a youthful joy in her that i saw when she wrote her name in the sand and when she just twirled and twirled on the beach with wind-blown sand that resembled a topographic map. i appreciate the relationship between that mother and daughter. being around them is enough to feel that warmth. i finished a roll with my new old yashica. i have fears though because i did not use a uv filter. hopefully the light is not too harsh. it's difficult when you photograph a person. you can't know them too well, it takes away the mystery, the allure, you become all too familiar, you don't notice the little things.
today. was school. just dreadful. i'm not even there half the time. i feel claustrophobic in that school, it's suffocating and tedious but sometimes i can breath when i see people who i would never normally see but wish i could or would. long entry.
went to jones beach with magali and her mother, leslie, on friday to take pictures. it was a wonderful three hours. magali is so smart, so clever. many times i won't catch her references and will feel ignorant, but it's never intentional and she explains. we've started planning our backpacking trip to europe. leslie is wonderful as well. it's not hard to imagine her as she was twenty, thirty years ago. there's a youthful joy in her that i saw when she wrote her name in the sand and when she just twirled and twirled on the beach with wind-blown sand that resembled a topographic map. i appreciate the relationship between that mother and daughter. being around them is enough to feel that warmth. i finished a roll with my new old yashica. i have fears though because i did not use a uv filter. hopefully the light is not too harsh. it's difficult when you photograph a person. you can't know them too well, it takes away the mystery, the allure, you become all too familiar, you don't notice the little things.
today. was school. just dreadful. i'm not even there half the time. i feel claustrophobic in that school, it's suffocating and tedious but sometimes i can breath when i see people who i would never normally see but wish i could or would. long entry.