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âCan I ask you a question? What is it about New York?â âI have big dreams.â âAnd you canât have those dreams here?â
Nous sommes deux soeurs jumelles Nées sous le signe des gémeaux
Les Demoiselles de Rochefort (dir. Jacques Demy, 1967)
Thinking of a summerâs day that would never end
In the Mood for Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai
Itâs God, isnât it? Yeah. Damn! Damn⊠You know the worst thing isâŠ
Katharine Hepburn knitting while judging in Holiday (1938).
why I need to learn how to knit
Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant in Holiday (1938)
La RĂšgle du Jeu (The Rules of the Game, dir. Jean Renoir, 1939)Â
Lady Bird, I love yaÂ
Lady Bird (2017) Dir:Â Greta Gerwig, DP:Â Sam Levy Donât you think maybe they are the same thing? Love and attention?
P: For years, I thought that Chet Baker sings âyouâre my favourite waste of timeâ.
My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet youâre my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak Are you smiling? But donât change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentine, stay Each day is Valentineâs Day It is, rather, âyouâre my favourite work of artâ; that switch is rather symbolic. This recording of My Funny Valentine is gorgeous; Baker sits, his face and hands ravaged by time, each word seems to be loaded with meaning - and effortless at the same time. Although it is this version is my favourite - and, according to someone, it is his last great concert. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImULyS3wpP0) (I accidentally downloaded this version in the early days of the Internet, possibly 10 years ago, and then spent ages tracking it down because all other versions sounded wrong. His voice here is perfect.)
I thought tonight that being someoneâs favourite waste of time is actually great. Wasting time is unproductive time; time not spent in a trajectory that leads to the reproduction or accumulation of capital. âYouâre wasting your time with themâ, indicating that a relationship will not lead to the reproduction of life. Wasting time = spending time in its purest form (Paul Thek + the impurity of time, all of us are complicit).Â
The insult of insults - being a waste of space (I feel like my body is being wasted and unproductive these days and Iâm donating blood for the first time on Monday; someone might as well have some use of it).Â
âMick raked her hair from her forehead. Her mouth was open so that her cheeks seemed hollow. There were these two things she could never believe. That Mister Singer had killed himself and was dead. And that she was grown and had to work at Woolworthâs⊠That was the way things were. It was like she was mad all the time. Not how a kid gets mad quick so that soon it is all over - but in another way. Only there was nothing to be mad at. Unless the store. But the store hadnât asked her to take the job. So there was nothing to be mad at. It was like she was cheated. Only nobody had cheated her. So there was nobody to take it out on. However, just the same she had that feeling. Cheated.â Carson McCullers The Heart is a Lonely HunterÂ
A conversation at the bar the other night, everyone expressing doubts over life choices (big word), career choices (even bigger), considering whether theyâre lagging behind (âI hate artâ). Again, the fear of waste. Wasting time. It is only this year that I suddenly started thinking that it might be too late for some things already (this is a very new feeling for me).Â
Chet Baker is a great person to talk about in this context. The promise: âJazz historian Dave Gelly described the promise of Bakerâs early career as âJames Dean, Sinatra, and Bix, rolled into one.â The âdeclineâ: âIn 1966, Baker was savagely beaten (allegedly while attempting to buy drugs) after a gig in The Trident restaurant in Sausalito, California, sustaining severe cuts on the lips and supposedly broken front teeth, which ruined his embouchure. He stated in the film Letâs Get Lost that an acquaintance attempted to rob him one night but backed off, only to return the next night with a group of several men who chased him. He entered a car and became surrounded. Instead of rescuing him, the people inside the car pushed him back out onto the street, where the chase by his attackers continued, and subsequently he was beaten to the point that his teeth, never in good condition to begin with, were knocked out, leaving him without the ability to play his trumpet. He took odd jobs, among them pumping gas. In a 1980 interview he stated that he worked for a long time at a gas station, working 7 am to 11 pm until he came to the conclusion that he needed to find a way to return to his music.â Then the comeback; then the fall. The waste? Wasteful trajectories.Â
Kiss me, my girl, before Iâm sick.
PHANTOM THREAD (2017), dir. Paul Thomas Anderson.
Menschen am Sonntag (1929)
On Body and Soul (Hungarian: TestrĆl Ă©s lĂ©lekrĆl, dir. ldikĂł Enyedi, 2017)
âYou girls are so pretty, you should smile,â
Attenberg (2010)