She's So Not Into the Holidays: The Story of My Disenchantment with Major Holidays and Why Frank Day May be the Best Concept I've Heard in a Long Time

Isn't my title lovely? It looks like I'm about to embark on a thesis for a capstone course.

Frank Day was never my idea, that credit goes to the magnificent Rachel Cohn and her novels Gingerbread, Shrimp, and Cupcake. This threesome feature my second favorite female protagonist since Jessica Darling, the spunky spirited Cyd Charisse. She's got the verbal lingo of the Gilmore Girls coupled with some badass behavior that lives with the motto of "I'll be as wild as I wanna be." Her parents are Sid (stepdad) and Nancy, she lives in a huge Pacific Heights mansion that gets dubbed Alcatrez on more than one occasion and has bunches of half-sibs and real dad, Frank.

Despite Cyd's wild child demeanor and anti-school attitude, she is unbelivably relatable, or at least to me she is. Cyd's got mad love for her man Shrimp, a short surfer stud and carries her stuffed doll Gingerbread everywhere despite the fact that everyone has got to put in their two cents on how a 16+ year shouldn't be toting ragdolls in their backpack.

I've worshipped these books since I was in grade school and it really hurts to know that both Shrimp and Cupcake are both 2200 miles away from me and totally need to be mailed to me pronto. That aside, in Shrimp the second in the series, Cyd and her family celebrate their own kind of holiday because the parentals various religions make it impossible to do both Christmas and Hannukah.

The holiday is Frank Day, a day devoted to Ol Blue Eyes himself (not to be confused with Cyd's real dad). Everyone watches Sinatra films, listens to his tunes and even stepdad Sid reads all the headline news a la Frank News.

Why does this matter so much to me? This single day sounds better than Christmas could ever be. And I'm growing a little more sure each day I won't be celebrating Christmas when I'm older.

This isn't something I woke up one day and decided upon out of grinch-esque feelings over not getting a phone in the eighth grade for Christmas. I've done a great deal of thinking about the holidays in general and I've noticed a pattern.

I just really don't like any of them (with Halloween being the exception of course).

Why is Halloween the exception?
1) Celebrated in the evening so you have the whole day to prepare adequately for it.
2) The one day of the year where we encourage children to accept candy from strangers and go into their houses even if they're scared shitless.
3) You get to dress up. As anything you want.
4) Free candy and money depending on the neighborhood.
5) If you're at a party and you meet an attractive guy and never get their name, they will fondly be remembered as "Hot Dracula"
6) The Slut Rule
7) Catholic high schools take the day after off for All Saint's Day. The perks of life at DB.
8) Somebody in my family gets me another stuffed ghost
9) I love dark colors
10) Late night horror movies are the best!! Watch Hostel II all alone in a dark room really loudly, its pretty sweet.

This beautiful day aside, the rest of the holidays I just can't get into. Christmas is probably the biggest of these evils, a holiday that over the years has been commercialized to near-death but still manages to crawl over to you and gasp out, "PIER ONE...SALE...FLATWARE...20% OFF" before collaspsing under a tree riddled with ornaments.

Some other fiendish friends include:
Valentine's Day (where the entire world decides to go Noah's Ark on your ass for 24 hours)
Easter (eggs and children across the country get into some baby blue and Pepto pink for a rabbit)
and jumping back to:
Christmas (Kriss Kringle attempts to put you in a chokehold with a candy cane crowbar until you buy every single Bratz doll on the shelf)

Frank Day is so much less stressful and much more original than celebrating these holidays which have been around forever and are a nightmare to plan. When I was younger, I used to get stomach cramps in the gift wrap aisle trying to decide on a color scheme for the Christmas monster. It's not about the message anymore, the message is clear on Monday mornings when the teacher makes you write an essay on what you got and read it aloud. The kid with the baseball mitt gets trumped by the spoiled brat whose father bought him something from the Neiman Marcus Christmas catalog everytime.

Haha, no. I'm gonna go my own way. I'm really not sure what a holiday from me would entail and obviously I'm going to try to make one up Johnny on the spot (though you can count on good clothes and for some reason my head is saying a boat should be involved.)

Love to you all,
Heather

New Trench Appreciation Week

My new crush arrived from Macy's on Thursday, this trench is not to be believed. It is so completely perfect for the spring season and I am so completely infatuated with it. Delicious, I say!
This picture does it little justice. There is a tie belt and the sleeves are bell shaped.
I am dubbing this week 5 Days of Trench Coat Love Love Love.
For the next five days, I am integrating this jacket into every ensemble I have, regardless of matching factor or not. No matter what temperature it is outside. No matter what kind of mood I'm in.
Feel the trench love.

Listening to:
-Lady Gaga Poker Face

Love to you all,
Heather

In the Valley of Warhol

How can you not love Andy Warhol? The man needs his own holiday.


A photoshoot with a female model. She's not posing as him but her hair and mannerisms are very Andy worthy.



Marc Jacobs doing an awesome Warhol impersonation. This cover is among my all time magazine cover favorites.

Love to you all,
Heather

Peter Rabbit=Stylish

*My version of Peter the Rabbit
Once upon a time, there was a bunny named Peter. Peter had three brothers and wasn't into blending into the crowd. He liked to stand out and be himself so he wore a jacket. Not just any jacket, a baby blue tailored blazer with gold buttons.
He also carried a handkerchief with onions wrapped inside and saw the world as a place of exploration.
This little bunny was certainly ahead of his time.


Every now and then, Mom would be all, "Please Peter. Dress like your brothers so we can take the annual family portrait color-coordinated."
"Mom, I already told you. Those red capes are itchy and do nothing to flatter my form. You can't tell I live strictly on a diet of carrots in them! This coat is so me. Tres chic."
Mom sighed, "Just because we lived in a burrow in Paris for six months does not mean you are French. Next you'll be wanting a beret."
"Oh! Marvelous idea!"


Mr. McGregor and his pesky fence took a hold of Peter one afternoon as he went exploring.
"No!!" Peter cried out as the splinters of wood slowly shredded his blazer, "No! Take me instead! I beg you!"
The gold buttons dug into the dirt, soil entering every cervice of the detailing, "No, no, NO!!"
Peter left McGregor's yard in tears. Whatever could make him feel better?


Disco party time of course!
Under the strobe lights with his newly ordered jacket, Peter did his signature move of the bunny hop, avoided fences forever, and lived happily ever after.
The end.

Love to you all,
Heather

Stewin' Stewart

My name is Kristen Stewart.
Do not call me Kirsten. I am not a Dunst.
And if I get one more "Bella" reference...
I'm gonna beat you senseless with this tool.
Understand?

(Some imaginary one-liners popping from K-Dawg here...can she at least try to look a bit more enthusiatic? It's not everyday that your movie sells 3 million copies in one day, even if it's because of your attractive co-star.)


I like to spray it down
No, I did not mean that in a dirty way
This isn't actually water, it's acid
I'll spray your face
Fuck it up real good
What? Did you just say that gets you hot?
Just you wait...


...say hello to my little friend
Yeah I know that's from Scarface
I just really like that quote
See, I'm smiling
Sort of, this is just how my face looks

*I really don't dislike Miss Stewart...these pictures were just asking for it.

Listening to:
-Royksopp's Junior album (This came out on Monday and jeepers, it is marvelous!!!!)

Love to you all,
Heather

Happiness is a McCafferty Novel

It seems like I've been waiting forever for this book and it still isn't April yet. Perfect Fifths, the fifth and final book in the Jessica Darling series is set to release April 14th (this day is also my youngest brother's birthday) and I am practically chewing off my hand waiting and waiting.
Jessica Darling is the smartest, most relatable, sarcastic protagonist in novels that I have seen in a long time. The subgenre of teen novels is not the best place to find a smart level-headed girl to look up to. This extends out to film and music as well. These girls are portrayed as self-absorbed with little else but Jimmy Choo kitten heels on the mind (Serena in Gossip Girl, the A-List by Zoey Dean series), completely willing to sacrifice everything in their lives for a handsome guy (Bella in Twilight, The Little Mermaid), or attempting too hard to be ironic and hipster cool (Juno. Need I say more?).
McCafferty writes her novels for the mature girl who can talk reunion sex and not feel compelled to tiptoe around the matter or burst out into peels of giggles. An intelligent scholar at school but one who is not in-your-face and smirking with pride about all of her accomplishments, she has friends that she doesn't like, a best friend Hope who lives too far away and she misses terribly and a father who dreams of her Olympic future with track.
And then there is Marcus Flutie.
Marcus is referred to as a dreg in the series, a guy who is very smart but doesn't "apply himself" in scholarly terms. He's a ladies man on the campus and occasionally gets a one Miss Darling to pee in an empty yogurt cup to fake his drug test. Jessica is fascinated with Marcus and throughout the four books, their relationship is largely a focal point. Will they get together or not in the end?
I can tell you I secretly hope that they will. That "You, Yes, You" will become "Us, Yes, Us." But...it would not surprise me if Jessica chose to go her own way (to borrow some Fleetwood Mac philosophy). Her independence and self-assertiveness has always been something I've highly admired in her. Something that makes me desperately wish she was real to get to be buddies with and that on occasion, I can see traces of myself in her.
I'm also rooting for Bridget and Pepe to tie the knot and that maybe, Bethany will leave Grant who doesn't seem like a great husband or father to Jessica's niece.
These books have been with me during some interesting times in my life. I bought Sloppy Firsts when I was in high school and was on my solitude time (basically, my mind had already graduated from high school on the first day of my senior year and I spent that year reading than socializing), when I was at Meramec for a year and a half and now, finally in my third (technically second and a half) year at Cal Lutheran, I feel this is a good time to wrap it up and fall back in love with Miss Darling.
I even wrote my college entrance paper on Jessica for my acceptance (entitled "Oh! Darling) in Cal Lutheran. It was between that and Dazed and Confused (which I spent an entire summer watching repeatedly each day). Tough choice I know.
But you gotta love an author who uses a Barry Manilow toilet seat cover as a plot device.

Love to you all,
Heather

They Finally Did It

I am very happy to report that my school has allowed me a fashion column in our newspaper The Echo. This is something that I have been pushing for since January and finally, I will be able to write something I really care about. This is opposed to the current articles I've written which while they aren't bad, I just have no zeal for.
Wow.
Yay! Yay! Yay!
Ahem, so anyway, my goals for this column are...
1) Classic and structured
Like the timeless little black dress, this column will focus on fashions that in my beliefs are forever and if not forever, then at least easy to wear a couple decades later. The phrase "Ugg boots" will not enter unless it is in a bashing sense.


2) Bright and Optimistic
You know those really sunny warm days where all you want to do is walk around outside going nowhere just to soak up the sun? I want my column to reflect that yes times are difficult but one should still see the glass as half full rather than empty. I won't advise people to purchase nothing but $700 Christian Louboutins and I won't discourage the choice either. I will push readers to go shopping because right now, it really is the best way to contribute to our country.


3) Abstract and Arty
Fashion does not have to be fully comprehended. It's the odd, unique pieces that gets people talking and sparks intrigue. Inspire!


4) Kinks Aren't a Bad Thing
It's actually quite sexy and modern. If I can slip it in under the radar, you know I will. Hell, I'll get it in there radar or no.


5) Celebrate!
It's fun! It's new! It's well written! Have a cocktail or two. Have a couple while writing just to see the results. Seriously, writing while drunk is a great time.


6) Crazy is As Crazy Do
Have you ever seen some of the clothes I love? Or that others love? It's a mad, mad, mad world out there and I fucking love it to bits.


7) Keepin' It Real (Like a Cardboard Box)
Overall, I want this column to project a youthful air that signifies that while the times we live in are a'changin', they are our time. There won't be another quite like it and we make our lives what they are.

That's all for now. Time to work on an actual assigned story.

Love to you all,
Heather

Week, Day, Year, Month, Eon, Yeah...We'll Settle on Week

* "Dita Overload" is the best phrase I have heard all week.

*Jesus Jonahboy, you been drinkin' the Stupid Sauce?
I'm way addicted to The Black Book series again, this book series that I read religiously throughout my freshman and sophomore years at DB. It's like falling down the absolutely amazing hole that transplants me back home and with my library memories again.
We lived within a short distance of both the library and B. Dalton (before it closed) so it was hardly uncommon to see me running out of the house to scramble up to get some good reading material.


*In my heart, I will always remember the first time I saw Natasha Richardson. I was at the AMC theaters with my Dad seeing The Parent Trap and she played Lindsay Lohan's mom. She was beautiful and elegant and radiated this nearly awe-inspiring glow. I will always remember the fashion shoot scene where Natasha and Lindsay are playing with the top hats and the model.
RIP Natasha Richardson....

*A sandwich + an unidenitifed package= a bomb threat on the CLU campus.
I really wish I was making that up but as my life is usually filled with ridiculous happenstances, this is just another tale to tell and tease for later years. They actually evacuated the library and had the campus security block off the overpass.

*Being referred to as a favorite person
Aww, shucks. How sweet!

*Conjure One is turning into a religious musical experience
Best. Album. Decision. In. Several. Months.
I will follow Rhys Fulber into whatever black hole or star drenched galaxy he decides to travel to. Delerium has been my great love since 8th grade and Conjure One is nothing short of a stellar beauty. I have a tendency to get really "into" my music on my iPod and apparently people can tell on my face.

*Ellen Show!!!
I got tickets and at the end of April, my girlfriends and I will be part of the audience! Yeah!!



*This Handsome Man
Do not cut your hair again Rob. It was a bad move. This picture makes me forgive you.

*Moms are the best
They mail you all of your Teen Vogues that somehow never got transferred to your new address. I squealed like a stuck pig when that package arrived today, I really missed them, you know? Not on the Nylon status but still an important religious piece of work. Gotta get reading on those bad boys...

*"You are capable of getting an A in this class."
How would you like to get an e-mail from your professor that spoke these cruel words? Especially if you assumed that everything was cool in this class...ugh. Details are the death and best of me.

*Breakfast with Tiffany
It's not with croissants and Givenchy gowns but we talk poking sticks, calculators, hanging chickens in the fog, screaming on the mountains, and cereal as crack. Oh yeah, and we study too. 8am is turning into a guaranteed good part of my day.


*New Work
How completely lucky is my school to get a large-scale video installation installed featuring lamps from Megan and Murray McMillan? So, so lucky! It is going to be so awesome! I'm skipping out on the Ventura County Star that night to go and gettting together my red dress and heels-I'm red(y), haha awful pun! God, I wish my Dad was here. He would just love the gallery!

*Late Nights Studying Can Suck It
I would lump writing in the same category but that's sacriligious.

*Streamingsoundtracks.com, Filmspotting, The Starter Wife, South Park
A weird but effective method for me to focus on my work and write.

*CNN says "Why You're Likely to Marry Your Parent?"
My Dad-hilarious, cultured, easily angry, driven.
My Mom-elegant, charming, musical, easily offended.
I don't even know what I want. It can change so easily....um, I guess someone stronger than me who is very funny?
But I'm young and stupid. At this age, I think I want it all.

*But if love is in short supply, send in the clothes
Ordering clothes online late at night and waking up the next morning believing it was all a fantastic dream and discovering it wasn't? Why, that's a great feeling!
I believe in the power of retail therapy, the healing touch of cloth to my skin, and as Laurie Halse Anderson so eloquently put it "the holy trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American Express."



*Hello GG!
I gotta get back to my roots...I started reading Gossip Girl back in 8th grade when nobody had heard of it. Evidently, I did lots of stuff in 8th grade to alter myself then and now.

*My other two dears, Amy and Melissa
I was destined to meet these two, no matter what. Love them both.

*Damn it Earl...
Send me a ghost and Big cartoon, stat! Or I'm gonna fly home, lop a tentacle off of Big and hold him for ransom.

*SUMMER 2009
It ain't gonna be typical for sure.

Love to you all,
Heather

Nobody Move! This is a Shoe Stickup!

This is a very, very quick post of intriguing and gorgeous shoes from fashion week. I swear it will be short and I will be doing my homework immediately.
Balmain.


Nina Ricci (jeepers! they're beautiful!)



Nina Ricci
WOW


Louis Vuitton

Louis Vuitton

Balenciaga

Yves Saint Laurent (the classic, love 'em)

Love to you all,

Heather

Test-Taker: Why 3 Hours of Studying Won't Stick More Than a Handful of Concepts Into My Head

Even as I write this, I am plagued with a feeling of guilt. This feeling seems to grow more and more apparent to me as the years roll on and I am thankful that in May of 2010, I won't have this feeling ever again.

It's called studying.

Perhaps it's my major. As a Communication Arts with an emphasis in Journalism, I get to do what I excel at; writing reports, making presentations, and taking some concise but not always legible notes.

Meanwhile, I am surrounded by people constantly cramming and note carding their facts into the gray matter. They are exhausted by the boatload of information but still do great on their exams.

My study habits have more or less deteriorated over the years. I despise tests, even the Scantron ones where they throw these suckers at you:

D) A and B

E) B and C

F) None of the above

Oh sweet Jesus, you have got to be shitting me.

My brain has developed a handy little trick over the years where I study for a couple of hours, sleep on it, and reread it the next morning so it sticks. Then I take the test and what happens? All of the everything I just memorized falls out of my head and is replaced with dialogue from a Disney movie (most commonly Aladdin).

I am frantic and nervous and scrambling for answers, hoping that at least ONE of the 15 words I'm writing in a one-sentence short answer is a key concept. Terror begins to rise in my stomach and I know that once the test is over, I'll be running for the bathroom.

I'm not sure when my study habits began to crumble. I don't even know if they were really all there to begin with. I was never really able to be like everyone else in the sense that they could pick up the book and like a sponge absorb it all, even the mindless dribble in most of the science textbooks that had to do with cell reproduction.

If I didn't like what I was reading, I either skimmed it briefly or did not read it. I saw (and still don't) no reason to place such horribly dull objects into my head and kick out the creative ones instead. Why? To ace a test? To become a number in the ranking?

Was it even for me at all?

No. It wasn't. It was for everyone but myself. Pleasing a teacher, my parents, neighbors, even strangers with an Honor Student bumper sticker.

I didn't like it and I still refuse to cooperate with this method today. This works better for writing because if I didn't like the topic, I would talk with the teacher until we tweaked it in my favor (something I started doing in grade school).

Doesn't work too well for other tests though. You get what you get unless you push for a convincing argument to raise the grade in your favor. This requires some extremely persuasive arguments and the occasional girly giggle and friendly touch of the arm.

We've talked in my Communication Theories class (my very favorite with my ah-mazing teacher Don) about how schools can drain the creativity out of you simply by the bell ringing to interrupt the flow and get you to go start something else.

Let me tell you something, dear reader...

Every now and then, I have a fantasy of being a teacher in my head.

Remember, that is every now and then. Not a profession I want to fully pursue for myself.

As a teacher, one of the English professor variety, I would:

1) Have class outside on nice days.

I don't like being quarantined in a classroom with only one door and on the most awful of occasions, no windows. Blinds and curtains suck and an open window can only breathe in so much air. I am all for sitting outside in the shade of a tree and having everyone in a circle, relaxed and open.

2) You can bring a pillow and a blanket to snuggle.

It's not fair that I get a comfortable chair and you don't.

3) Field Trips

I think that seeing the world beyond the classroom is very important.

4) Movies

Because every class ever invented should come with at least 5 requisite blow off days in which you just watch a movie and talk about it afterwards.

5) If You Write It, You Better Fucking Feel It

Believe me, I could get off into a huge tangent about writing styles. Part of me would love to assist at the school writing center but I couldn't do it. Not because I don't want to help. I would love to help assist others in how to get started, form a thesis, do the works cited page, etc. It would be creative pieces like this that would blow me to pieces:

An Example:

I touched her face with my trembling hand. In my dreams, this face was of silk and crimson, burning beneath my fingertips like a searing stone dripped with lava. Her face was of marble and it reminded me of childhood and how all that was sacred was not at all.

My age was only a restriction of time and numerals and never of myself.

She licked her honey coated lips and said, "Hello."

No.

No...

No!

NOOOOO!!!

Oh sweet Jesus, how I hate the pretentious writer. Kiddies, here's a tip. Take off the ironic black framed glasses, hang up your scarves, and stop writing sentences that sound like Coldplay song lyrics. If I have to hear the stars are yellow one more time...grr.

Keep it real my friends. Keep the feelings true and without oodles of adjectives and strategically placed sentences attempting to cover the true meaning.

Love to you all,

Heather

All I Desire. Temptation

I want it all
I want it all
I want it all.....and I want it now!
-Queen "I Want It All"


I started thinking earlier today about royalty. Kings, queens, crowns. I'm in love with The Tudors, this show on Showtime about King Henry the 8th and his six wives. Though the outcome is nothing suprising since it remains somewhat true to historical fact, it still remains scandalous and filled to the brim with gorgeous Elizabethan clothing.
Then I thought about rock stars and how they are very much like royalty. Idolized by millions, their every move speculated and scrutinized. They even get knighted.
Rock 'n Roll Royalty. Not a new concept by any means but still badass.

The girl in the photo reminds me of the heiress to the rock fortune. She's feminine with her dress and yards of pearls, urban in her blazer, and still looks haughty enough with her bangs and the way her arm is positioned as though to say Yeah, I know who my father is. Doesn't mean I'll be like him. Now fuck off, I need to go outside and just be.


Rules of Royalty and Rockers:
1) The Puffed Sleeve
Anne Boleyn donned them. Dolce and Gabbana's Spring '09 line is flooded with them. Hell, even Anne of Green Gables obsessed about a blue dress with puff sleeves.


2) Bold Blazer and Skintight Pants
Grab the roaming eyeball with a vibrant silk.
The pants really speak for themselves...most singers look like they have been poured into their pants.


3) The Statement Shoe and Hair
The statement shoe is all over the place this year. If you ever wanted to don a pair that pushed every button known to man, the time is NOW!
Hair has evolved so much, it seems it will never stop. Would you really want it to? After all, it is the rock stars that inspire us to self-dye our hair at 13 with some Manic Panic.


Nikki Sixx from Motley Crue and model Kelly Grey teamed up this year to bring Royal Underground, a mix of royalty and rock.
I was really excited about this line but unfortunately, it has not lived up to my expectations. The shirts are rather dull i.e. a skull, the word "Burnout" on a plain white tee.
REALLY? Was this the best you could do? It's so, so... ordinary!
Sell it at Hot Topic rather than Neiman Marcus. The kids will appreciate it so much more.


A trench from Royal Underground's collection that is pretty. Not completely awful but do a few more shades and we'll see where it goes.

Hmm, let's see, we've got a woman's blouse.

Bleh, it totally sucks! Let's drop the neckline to show off the goods. Guys will totally want to give it to their girlfriends and girls will think it's really sexy and hot.

Ahh, excellent idea Mr. Sixx!

And that's not all! We can put in a whole bunch of cross necklaces in silver to show just how badass this hot woman is!

Crucifixes, how genius! But we have to sell them separately of course.

Duh! Oh man, this is killer! We can do a commercial with her strutting at a car lot on the hood of a Mustang.

And we'll play Def Leppard in the background! Sexy, huh?

Uh no man, we're doing "Timebomb" by my band Motley Crue. I mean, hello, I'm Nikki Sixx remember?

-An imaginary conversation between Nikki and Neiman Marcus chairman Ken Downing.

Sid and Nancy, gotta love them. As much drama as King Henry and Anne Boleyn but ended much more tragically.

And because this pair is so bombworthy.

Love to you all,

Heather

Spotlight Shining On: Sophie Ellis Bextor

It's a beautiful day out, not just temperature wise but also for many, many other things happening in my life. Beautiful days call for great fun music and even though I have many girls I love to listen to when I'm happy (Kylie Minogue, Kate Ryan and Alizee to name a few), Sophie Ellis Bextor is one of my tops.

The first time I heard her...I was in 8th grade and had just gotten a Ministry of Sound album with tons of electro/dance songs remixed on it. I listened to that to the skipping point on my CD player and Miss Bextor's hit "Murder on the Dancefloor" was on it. Since it was remixed, it was at a faster pace than the radio edit so it came as a shock to me several years later when I listened to the slower version!

Sophie to me is part of my Summer 2007 mix when I revisited her music again and bought Trip the Light Fantastic and Shoot From the Hip for my iPod for the summer gym classes I was enrolled in. Her upbeat dance beats coupled with her elegant British accent put a bounce into my step especially when scaling up this huge winding upward road in a quarry. If I listened to a slow song, I surely wouldn't have made it.

My favorite tracks...Take Me Home, Mixed up World, I Won't Change You, Sparkle (which actually sounds better live), Catch You, New York City Lights.

She also has phenomenal style. Sophie along with Dita von Teese, Zooey Deschanel, and Eva Green, is paving new ground for girls with pale skin, super dark hair, and bright eyes.

I look forward to the day she records and releases a new album!

Love to you all,

Heather

There Was a Point to This...

...but what started as a couple of interesting screen shots from movies I like evolved into a plethora of screen shots all over the movie board.
Inglourious Bastards (set to release this summer).


Factory Girl


My love, Igby Goes Down

Edward Scissorhands, my second love

Love Me If You Dare (this is not a dream sequence either)

Big Fish

Alfie (Why, WHY did I leave this movie at home? Sure it wasn't the greatest but it did have some excellent camera angles working in its favor.)

Marie Antoinette (I love the early morning weather when it is that super pale blue and this movie captured that look nicely.)

The Royal Tenenbaums (Margot Tenenbaum=a really easy Halloween costume)

Love to you all,

Heather