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Monday, 15 December 2014

Literature: Eva Luna

Eva Luna is life. 
Not in an all consuming, this book is so damn philosophical it will change you forvever kind of way, 
but in a simple and profound way. 

The prose is interesting. 
There is no plot, and characters flit in and out like fairies. 
We grow attatched to them, then they go away. 
Sometimes they come back. 
Sometimes not. 

It's as if the book breathes, 
each story line shimmers and dances as it is interwoven. 
We breathe along with it. 
The tension mounts; a sharp inhale. 
A denoument. 
We let out a sigh of relief. 

And isn't all this just like life? 
I mean, it's really not that structured. 
It isn't broken up into rigid chapters and predictable events. 
To me, that's why Eva Luna is so beautiful.

The beauty is in the unexpected. 

I see Eva Luna as a collage of cultures, characters and periods. 
Thrown together in a chaos yet ordered by our own interpretations. 

This is a collage I created, of images my mind conjures up when I think of this novel. 

I hope you like it, 
and please read this novel so we can talk about it! 


Friday, 28 November 2014

Cover: Talkin' 'Bout A Revolution

Sorry it's so blurrrrrrry, just think of it as a special effect or something haha :)

Hope you like it! 

Thursday, 13 November 2014

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

Style: The Clash

I am a big believer in matching. I think that clashing prints, in a weird way, is sort of like matching them. If you keep a neutral back drop, like black, then technically your outfit is still matching on a colour base. The trick is to find some element between the pieces that ties them together. I've given it a whirl here, using polka dots as my staple. Using simple accessories with colours from your outfit ties it all together. 
Even though these two pieces totally clash, they somehow work as one. 

Friday, 31 October 2014

Flash Back Friday

In Australia we don't have Halloween. It's just not the done thing. But it's slowly gaining more popularity, like a good indie band that goes mainstream.

So, in honour of All Hallows Eve, here are some eerie/spooky/fabulous Flash Back Friday songs.

Riders on the Storm,
The Doors

This song is actually terrifying. Don't listen to it at night time when you are home alone and there is actually a storm (I speak from experience) 

Wuthering Heights, 
Kate Bush
Or anything by Kate Bush really, to get that eeeerie gothic vibe. 
Read the book at the same time and be transported to the dark, gloomy moors. 

Werewolves of London, 
Warren Xevon
Sing along LOUD and PROUD:
'ahWHOOO Werewolves of London'

Time Warp, 
The Rocky Horror Picture Show

It just wouldn't be a Halloween post without something from 
Rocky Horror, and this is not just my obsession talking.. 

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Literature: An Open Letter to my various English Curriculum Books

Dear various English Curriculum books, 

Today was my final English exam. 
(one down, four to go!) 

It made me think of how many of you I have read over the years. 
We have had quite a turbulent, long-winded relationship. I'm sorry, but there were so many of you I reviled. You probably can't help it that you wind up on school book lists. It's not your fault. Here you are subject to the harsh criticism of moody teenage students. But you usually deserve it. 
Teachers seem to love those of you that are riddled with Wednesday Addams-like adolescent angst, 'coming of age' novels that involve many (many) curse words which substitute for actual proper English. 

You were not fun. (okay, I admit it was a little funny when the teacher tried to read you during out-loud reading time). 

But sometimes, among the deluge, there was a gem. 
I would raise you to the roof, all Lion King-esque: 
You made English class what it was. Reading you was no longer a chore. 

Not to play favourites, but here is a list of you who I loved most of all (I am actually playing favourites). 

To Kill A Mockingbird- Harper Lee
Obvs. A pure classic. Not to the dismay of my class, however:
'This book is so old'
' What kind of a name is 'Atticus?' 
' Is Scout a boy??' 
' Is this even in English?' 
Oh, you poor, poor souls. If you can't understand TKAM then I don't know how you will ever see the beauty and brilliance in authors like Jane Austen. I loved you, Mockingbird. 
There are so many life-worthy quotes that come from you: 
“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” 

The Quiet American- Graham Greene 
I've done a post about you before. That's because you are fascinatingly brilliant. 
You make people question their humanity. This is pretty heavy for a class book.
Perhaps that's why I liked you so much. You are never boring. I read you five times in one year. 
Thank you for being so intriguing.

Girl With A Pearl Earring- Tracy Chevalier 
Surprisingly, I was the only student (the teacher loved it) who genuinely enjoyed you. 
And this wasn't just because Colin Firth played Vermeer in the movie adaptation of you (mostly). 
I looked at the front cover and I was hooked (yeah yeah, don't judge a book by its cover... then why do we have cover designers? I'm shallow. I like pretty pictures.)  This book stemmed a love that is still going for classical art and art history. I cannot look at this painting without it completely hypnotizing me and drawing me in. Tracy Chevalier thought the same, that's why she created a whole novel from the feeling the painting gave her when she looked at it. 
Seriously: just look at it. 

The Reluctant Fundamentalist- Mohsin Hamid 
You little trickster, you. Every time I read you I miss something and and also find something. Then I have to read you all over again. It's a viscous cycle. But I forgive you this, because you are so interesting. Your allegory's are second to none. Your narrative structure is one of the strangest and best I've ever read. You make me think. You are so multifaceted it's insane. I will read you always, each time looking for something new and inevitably finding it. 

So there you go, English Curriculum Books,
I have loved you and I have hated you. 
I liked some of you more than others. 
I even read some of you in my sacred place of reading: the bath. Seriously, the bath is usually reserved for Charlotte Bronte and the like. So well done, I commend you. 

Thanks for expanding my horizons.