The Scrapbook

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There is one good point in the difficulty of finding translated episodes of Gossip Girl on Mega video : watching Blair and Serena fight over Nate has helped improving my English level more than any year of high school English classes ever did. That’s how it came that one day, I realized I had become able to read English books in English without having to search for words in a dictionary every single minute. So I went to the library, and, facing the obvious lack of choice in what regards to English literature, had almost resigned myself in having to read the Da Vinci Code when my eye caught a title I had been knowing and loving for half of my life : The Virgin Suicides. I thus realized that the amazing Coppola movie came from a book, that the writer’s name was Jeffrey Eugenides, that the un-translated book costed 6 euros more than the translated into French one, and that the book’s cover was nevertheless so beautiful that, obviously I was going to buy it. So I did, returned home, started it, spent one week reading it in class and not listening to what my philosophy teacher was trying to tell us about Plato, finished it, and handed it to my sister. The book is wonderful, very sweet and sad, and, what’s more interesting, it isn’t at odds with the movie at all. While reading the book, you realize how extremely and precisely entrenched to it the movie is ; almost every sentence of the book has a repercussion, wheter in terms of light or atmosphere, in the Coppola movie. They both complete each other, none of them overshadow’s the other one ; you woulnd’t even be able to tell which one was here first.

In what regards to the movie, I appreciate it mostly because of it’s incredible visual atmosphere ; I find it incredible the way the minute you start the movie, you enter a completely different world with it’s own colors, it’s own codes ; the light is bright but heavy, the music is light but obsessive, the girls are young and blond but somehow they are also different and scary. And nevertheless, there is absolutely nothing gloomy, nothing dark. The book and the movie make the choice of a sweet and slow poisoning, as slow as the echo of those six heart beats that echo thoughout the whole neighbourhood while declining and finally stopping.

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” If you like being a designer, there is nothing more satisfactory than making a movie : you don’t only think about the clothes, you design what the characters are as human beings : what they say, where they live, where they die.”

(Tom FORD in Vogue Paris, frebruary 2010)

“ I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. But I was so scared of the way I felt, you know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault, but really, I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kinda spite you for having that hold on me. I’m a total fucking coward because I got these, these tickets to go for us three months ago. But I, but I couldn’t stand … I didn’t want to be a slave for the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me. “

annisarahma:

hey pretty :)