“You go to a cafe and you bring a copy of Sartre and Le Monde. There’s a cute dog under the table next to you. So after you read the news and the philosophy, you may pet the dog, flirt with someone at another table, and talk about some trivial gossip. All these things are part of being human. You don’t become stupid when you turn away from the philosophy and pet the dog. People are complex and multifaceted. When you talk to people who say it dumbs down the audience to have cute animals, the truth is nobody has a choice: because Facebook and Twitter are perfect Paris cafes.” - Jonah Peretti
Relevant to my interests/GPOY/Spirit Animal/Words to live by
(EDIT- PS: did you hear that? We’re in Paris, y’all!!)
Baisers volés (Stolen Kisses), François Truffaut, 1968
GPOY. (Sometimes I want to know, and sometimes I think “fuck them! Who cares what they think.”)
Pregaming for Singalong, kitted out in team colours.
FUNNY BECAUSE TRUE
(Souvenir from my brother and his g/f, who live in Belfast, where it was built.)
“UGH, sloppy seconds AGAIN?” - Miss Johnson
“Candy Canada,” a red-headed slut ensemble I created one day upon discovering these INSANEBALLS gold lamé and denim chaps n’ shorts and a sassy red wig at the vintage store where I worked p/t during several busy Halloween slut-costuming seasons.
I think I am winning Throwback Thursday.