I felt like the rest of this was boring, but this was such a great image.
Robert Downey Jr. circa 1986
On set today with the lovely Mr Quinto (@thewildgio2)
@thewildmagazine “Tetsu Kubota shooting the very handsome Zachary Quinto for our upcoming cover”
And yet does it not all come again to the fact that it is a man’s world? For if a man chooses to be promiscuous, he may still aesthetically turn up his nose at promiscuity. He may still demand a woman be faithful to him, to save him from his own lust. But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of soul, body, and pride of man? Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed to spout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable femininity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonomous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
sylvia plath, from the unabridged journals
I love you to pieces, distraction, etc.
j.d. salinger, franny and zooey
There are no right words,
if by right we mean perfect,
if by perfect we mean able to save us.
Jacqueline Berger, ”The Failure of Language”
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
Intimacy, Hanif Kureishi
Tim Burton with the figurines used in the filming of “Nightmare Before Christmas”
Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.