I've been doing strange things lately. like... running. for fun. I don't understand it, either.
Marie Antoinette could have been vastly improved by less pastry and more guillotine. however, the Awkward Sex was kind of hilarious and the costumes, well, yes.
10-minute contour-ish pencil drawing of my mother, who couldn't even sit still for that long.
http://pics.livejournal.com/kyraille/pic/00094b8r the Cure's new(ish, by which I mean 'released nearly three years ago) is quite good, actually. heavy on the bass, heavy on the angsty eyeliner'ed anguish that we all love so much. but then again, I love pretty much anything that Fat Bob puts out. OH! back on to Marie Antoinette for a minute, the soundtrack was fecking brilliant, it had Gang of Four for the opening credits, which shocked me, and Siouxsie and the Cure and New Order and Aphex Twin and fliffy classical elsewhere. really, really great.
off to the Renaissance Faire again on the morrow avec mes beaux amies! am looking to buy some perfume oil this time. unfortunately, I haven't really anything to wear, because the old-fashioned bits of my wardrobe (by which I mean most of it) tend towards the style of Uppity Victorian Male rather than Saucy Renaissance Wench. oh well, I can go as Oscar Wilde in a time machine.