Part The First, In Which I Posit A Problem

There’s this one interior design blog I read, and I found this person through the design interwebs, and yes, there’s scads of lovely pictures up innit, but the one thing I canna stand is the writing.  Now I have an unusually high tolerance for smarm, ridiculous non-sense, bullshit, you name it, I can handle it.  But she puts forth this really pretentious and fake demeanor, always trying to seem more “hip” and “with ittt” than anyone I’ve ever encountered.  She’s like one of those sad girls you see who bought a tiny, tiny Louis Vuitton bag, just enough to project like they can live the lifestyle but not enough money to actually haul up and drop $3,000. (See also: The Single Hermès Scarf, the Coach keychain, the Marc by Marc Jacobs ring) The

Also reminded of this:

Lucille 2: You must have scrimped and saved for these.

I usually let her posts pile up in Google Reader and the rip through them as fast as I can, because I adore the pictures, but the writing smacks of the most querulous attempts at humour and pretentious bullshit.  Now believe me, I recognize terrible writing since I can, of course, read my own writing, which is sometimes terrible and sometimes authentic.

AS I SEE IT, OPTIONS:

a) just stop reading it.
b) continue as I am, now that I’ve shared.

Notes for the day:

• Interviewing Abbie Cornish tomorrow about Bright Star.  Bright Star is actually my favourite movie this year. More on that when I’ve thought a bit more, but it’s easily the most beautiful film of the year.

• Karina Longworth was praised today because she doesn’t “waste anyone’s time.”  That struck me as valuable advice.

• Pauline Kael refused to call movies “films” because she felt it was elitist. This struck me as infinitely useful. I call them talkies. I love movies. I love the way they can make you feel, I love how the best ones are beautiful down to the very details, how 50 or 5,000 people work together to make something good out of literally nothing but an idea someone once had.

(from a post I wrote for clusterflock) 

You may remember Nouk from a recent post. I became very intrigued with his style, and I had a few questions for him which turned into an interview, with topics ranging from personal responsibility to what exactly style is.

“You can always judge a person coming out of the supermarket, being the most hilarious fashion mishap on earth. But don’t waste your time and energy on it, eventually all the derision makes you bitter and takes away the ability to be really, and truly happy about the one person coming out of the supermarket being absolutely magnificent.”

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