#*excuse me

[psalm40speakstome]

No Gain, No Love. Episode Eleven.

Not even sure what point I’m going for here but I think it’s worth noting that Hae Yeong(who is assumed to be the mean and jaded and selfish one) NEVER blames her Dad’s death on Ja Yeon.

While her Mom(who everyone considers an angel) lied too and ignored Hae Yeong, made at least one foster kid complicit in those lies within seconds of meeting him, and called and blamed a battered child for her abusive Dad actions…

Yes she apologized and TRULY did not blame her she was just in a “bad place” but I think it’s worth noting at any rate.

[ifuckinglovestvincent]

This synopsis of The Nowhere Inn via Sundance tho..:

Annie Clark’s musical persona, St. Vincent, is a shapeshifting anomaly of sounds, styles, and acclaimed artistic ingenuity. But what about Clark offstage? “We snack on radishes,” says a bandmate. “Anything that tastes like dirt. We go to farmers’ markets.”

This comical disconnect between the fantastical Vincent and the quotidian Clark sparks the central tension of The Nowhere Inn, a playful, fictitious skewering of celebrity and the creative process that pits Clark’s best friend, filmmaker Carrie Brownstein (Portlandia), against an increasingly self-conscious Clark. She’s been told repeatedly that the music documentary Brownstein is making about her portrays nothing but boring ab workouts, Scrabble games, and sad scenes where she accommodates needy fans* and critics.

In an attempt to spice up the story, Clark incorporates her alluring St. Vincent persona into the doc, turning Brownstein’s initial search for the “authentic Annie” into an absurdist rabbit hole of false narratives, constructed dressing-room meltdowns, and bizarre relationship drama. The result is a funny metacritique of fame that relishes the power of reinvention while calling out our incessant demand for entertainment over authenticity.

[pinkzamboni-blog1]

To answer your question the other night, not over 20... -Blushes horribly awkwardly.-

“So, not over twenty, but no less than…? Or is that it? Is the answer exactly twenty?” Elbow propped on the table, he rests his chin in his hand, staring at the pro-motor with a palpable air of interest. “C’mon, I was expecting you to, like, y’know… brag.” He’s amused, a grin slithering across his face, catlike pupils flickering. As a teenage boy and an avid consumer of pornography he was curious about the older man’s conquests in a way that was almost… innocent. 

[towl]

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