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a week’s clicks #23

I’m sorry for my absence last weekend! I know I say this all the time, but my laptop completely KOed and wouldn’t even turn on, dying with it my amassed 6 years of bookmarks. So sad. So I eventually got out my hammer and smashed open the piggybank and now I am typing so hard I might break my MacBook Air. Oh well, never say I didn’t give it my all. Here are your week’s reads.

There is no ‘From the archives’ today, because I’ve lost mine! I had over 100 favourite longreads tucked away in a bookmarks folder and categorized by genre and they’re all gone. So I have a favour - if you have a favourite essay or article or slideshow bookmarked, would you share it with me please? You can leave it in my Ask box (anonymously if you fancy) or tweet it at me. And hopefully I can start building up another folder of gems to share in next week’s links. Thank you!

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Last weekend I went to Monaco to witness the best tennis player in the world doing his thing in honour of a charity run by one of the best supermodels of her generation. Monaco is a strange, beautiful place, filled with yachts and palm trees and the sound of burning rubber and lilting unplaceable accents. It was, as you might guess, a career highlight. The report is here.

4:55 pm

Last weekend I went to Monaco to witness the best tennis player in the world doing his thing in honour of a charity run by one of the best supermodels of her generation. Monaco is a strange, beautiful place, filled with yachts and palm trees and the sound of burning rubber and lilting unplaceable accents. It was, as you might guess, a career highlight. The report is here.

Hey Ana - saw your comment about films about LA. Have you seen Greenberg? (Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig, the duo from Frances Ha directed (Noah) and starred in it (Greta). Subtlety shows a gritter side of LA that we rarley see represented on film.
by Anonymous

Thank you! I haven’t seen Greenberg. I love love Gerwig but Baumbach strikes me as the most arrogant guy in your critical theory course who manages to mention three times in one class that his ex-girlfriend was a bitch. But I do want to see Greenberg, hopefully when I feel less strongly about male jerks,

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Charlotte Rampling

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Charlotte Rampling

Last week I went to the V&A, one of my favourite places to get lost in this city, to talk to the beautifully-named Sonnet Stanfill about Italian glam for Style.com.

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Last week I went to the V&A, one of my favourite places to get lost in this city, to talk to the beautifully-named Sonnet Stanfill about Italian glam for Style.com.

a week’s clicks #22

Imagine me actually committing to something for 22 weeks. Almost unfathomable, but that’s how many Sundays I’ve given chunks of to corralling these internet links into an easily-digested round-up for general consumption. Here are your week’s reads, sorry for the weighty quoting but there are a lot of good sentences out there.

  • "You are now a patient, the gown decrees, the recipient of treatment, someone to and for whom things are done." Geoff Dyer has a stroke.
  • This week I read two round-tables on money-related woes: at Rookie, on class and what that means (“most of the people  are trying to inoculate themselves against the kind of hatred that jealousy inspires in others… I think it’s because we haven’t really equipped people with a way to talk about privilege that is HELPFUL” and also at Adult, about getting by (“when you realize how powerless a man becomes when faced with a naked woman, the rest of why things are the way they are in this patriarchal society start to make a lot more sense”) which were eye-openers in the way hearing others discuss things you’ve only considered the edges of also are.
  • Marie Anne Oudejans’s Tocca in all its Nineties pastel glory.
  • Continuing with the doubles: two views on climate change, which seems to be this week’s hot topic here in smog-soaked London. Zadie Smith in the NYRB (“The climate was one of those facts. We did not think it could change. That is, we always knew we could do a great deal of damage to this planet, but even the most hubristic among us had not imagined we would ever be able to fundamentally change its rhythms and character, just as a child who has screamed all day at her father still does not expect to see him lie down on the kitchen floor and weep”) and Martin Robbins at Vice (“At this point, continuing to fund climate scientists out of taxpayers’ money is like buying a really expensive Bose stereo system for your car, when you don’t actually own a car or in fact understand how to drive”). It’s a hot topic because we all know about it and yet there are no easy answers right now, or possibly ever.
  • Fitting: images of abandoned malls across the US.
  • Zelda Fitzgerald distills ten years of marriage to F Scott in a letter:

The sheets were always damp. There was Christmas in the echoes, and eternal walks. We cried when we saw the Pope. There were the luminous shadows of the Pinco and the officer’s shining boots. We went to Frascati and Tivoli. There was the jail, and Hal Rhodes at the Hotel de Russie and my not wanting to go to the moving-picture ball at the Excelsior and asking Hungary Cox to take me home. Then I was horribly sick, from trying to have a baby and you didn’t care much and when I was well we came back to Paris. We sat to-gether in Marseilles and thought how good France was.”

From the archives, Here is what happens when you cast Lindsey Lohan in your movie, the NYT Magazine, January 2013:

Lindsay Lohan moves through the Chateau Marmont as if she owns the place, but in a debtor-prison kind of way. She’ll soon owe the hotel $46,000. Heads turn subtly as she slinks toward a table to meet a young producer and an old director. The actress’s mother, Dina Lohan, sits at the next table. Mom sweeps blond hair behind her ear and tries to eavesdrop. A few tables away, a distinguished-looking middle-aged man patiently waits for the actress. He has a stack of presents for her.

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I’m going to California in September on what increasingly feels like a cultural pilgrimage, so I’m trying to make a definite list of LA films and books to soak up in these next 5 months. Suggestions welcome?

7:47 am

I’m going to California in September on what increasingly feels like a cultural pilgrimage, so I’m trying to make a definite list of LA films and books to soak up in these next 5 months. Suggestions welcome?

a week’s clicks #21

I didn’t forget! OK, I almost forgot. Blame the time-shift, Swedish grammar and Margate sands for the delay, but here are your week’s reads.

From the archives: Dear Sugar #48, Write Like A Motherfucker. I don’t know who first sent this to me - it may have been my pal Annelise - but now I reread it on the regular, whenever I need a kick up the arse in the right direction.

Do you know what that is, sweet pea? To be humble? The word comes from the Latin words humilis and humus. To be down low. To be of the earth. To be on the ground. That’s where I went when I wrote the last word of my first book. Straight onto the cool tile floor to weep. I sobbed and I wailed and I laughed through my tears. I didn’t get up for half an hour. I was too happy and grateful to stand. I had turned 35 a few weeks before. I was two months pregnant with my first child. I didn’t know if people would think my book was good or bad or horrible or beautiful and I didn’t care. I only knew I no longer had two hearts beating in my chest. I’d pulled one out with my own bare hands. I’d suffered. I’d given it everything I had.

Enjoy your week.

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dfilms:

One-Hundred-And-One Dalmatians, 1961

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dfilms:

One-Hundred-And-One Dalmatians, 1961

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fabulousbitch69:

Natalie Portman in Vogue (1996)

(Source: analghesic, via rhetoricc)

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