Amateur vagrant. Aspiring starving artist. Lost in Hollywood.
Private blog incoming, detailing everything I love about movies, books, music, and daily adventures. Read about how Carol is my favorite movie of the year.
Every summer, I travel to New York City to catch some pretentious arthouse film that would change my life for at least a couple months. Next year, Sátántangó is the goal.
(If the movie isn't foreign, in black and white, and is under seven hours long then it isn't arthouse enough)
After a ten minute brainstorm, I bought an expensive camera for my new year's resolution because my life had space for one more hobby and I am at the mercy of corporate advertising.
I have a world map in my room littered with tiny red pushpins. What am I doing with my life? Taking my camera around and adding more pushpins.
I do thematic movie marathons. December/January is Oscar bait season. Ask me how Brie Larson is a lock for Best Actress, or we can talk Billy Wilder if you want to do more throwbacks.
The three best TV shows ever made: First 3 seasons of Arrested Development, first 4 seasons of The West Wing, and The Wire.
Entry level hipster bullshit: Radiohead, **St Vincent**, Sufjan Stevens, Vampire Weekend, Kanye West, Bon Iver, Neutral Milk Hotel, PJ Harvey. Help me find a way to store my vinyl collection. Nobody ever wants to lend me their milk crates.
Yves-Saint Laurent/Raf Simons/Kanye West/mainstream high fashion.
Persian rugs with cherub imagery.
Alphabet public radio (WNYC, NPR, WBEZ).
Peach flavored greek yogurt.