Shadowplay

Joy Division Documentary

Watch this new documentary about Joy Division. It gives me chills. I have been almost as obsessed with Joy Division as my husband after seeing "Control" (the 2007 film by Anton Corbin about Ian Curtis). This documentary was interesting to watch since seeing the film a few months ago. It tells the story of the band's origins in Manchester, their rise to success and their tragic ending, as well as their influence on pop music, including interviews with all surviving band members (who later went on to form New Order). We also see and hear from Annik Honore, Ian Curtis' lover, who I have been curious about since seeing "Control" . For the next couple of days I will be drowning in Joy Division- in an overwhelmed and emotional daze.

Sam Riley as Ian Curtis and Alexandra Maria Lara as Annik Honore.

Chains of Love

Etsy Find for the day:
Chains of Love Brass Handcuffs Necklace by PickyPicky $14.50
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Someone I Loved

Still indulging the Francophile in me, I just finished reading "Someone I Loved" by Anna Gavalda.
Love, marriage, adultery.
Pierre finds a list his mistress is making of things she would like to do with him:
"go for a picnic, have a nap on the bank of a river, eat peaches, shrimp, croissants, sticky rice, swim, dance, buy myself shoes, lingerie, perfume, read the paper, window- shop, take the Metro, watch time pass, push you over when you're taking up all of the room, hang out the laundry, go to the opera, to Bayreuth, to Vienna, to the races, to the supermarket, have a barbeque, complain because you forgot the charcoal, brush my teeth at the same time as you, buy you underwear, cut the grass, read the paper over your shoulder, keep you from eating too many peanuts, visit the caves in the Loire, and those in Hunter Valley, act like an idiot, talk my head off, introduce you to Martha and Tino, pick blackberries, cook, go to Vietnam, wear a sari, garden, wake you up because you're snoring again, go to the zoo, to the flea market, to Paris, to London, to Melrose, to Piccadilly, sing you songs, stop smoking, ask you to trim my nails, buy dishes, foolish things, things that have no purpose, eat ice cream, people- watch, beat you at chess, listen to jazz, reggae, dance the mambo and the cha- cha, get bored, throw tantrums, pout, laugh, wrap you around my little finger, look for a house among the cows, fill up huge shopping carts, repaint a ceiling, sew curtains, spend hours around a table talking with interesting people, grab you by the goatee, cut your hair, pull up weeds, wash the car, see the sea, watch old B-movies, call you up again, say dirty words to you, learn to knit, knit you a scarf, unravel that horrible scarf, collect cats, dogs, parrots, elephants, rent bicycles, not use them, stay in a hammock, reread my grandmother's copy of Bicot, look at Suzy's dresses again, drink margaritas in the shade, cheat, learn to use an iron, throw the iron out the window, sing in the rain, run away from tourists, get drunk, tell you everything, remember that some things are better left unsaid, listen to you, give you my hand, go find the iron, listen to the words of songs, set the alarm, forget our suitcases, stop rushing off everywhere, put out the trash, ask you if you still love me, chat with the neighbor, tell you about my childhood in Bahrain, my nanny's rings, the smell of henna and balls of amber, make toast for eggs, labels for jam jars..."

St. Martin Getaway

Finally...vacation! We have been working very hard here at Every Little Counts...so we decided to take a much needed break and escape to the Caribbean. More warm weather, palm trees, and sunny skies...not too different from living here in LA. However, drinks were cheap, we had no internet access, and we were very far from home.

I finally got to read "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

We had happy hour every day...Adam drank the local beer, Carib, and I stuck to the hard stuff- vodka being incredibly cheap ($6 for this 750ML bottle).

Adam finally got to wear his new hat.

We also go to indulge our Francophile side by taking a day trip St. Barths- our new favorite place. Eating a baguette and brie while drinking wine on the beach amongst nude sunbathers.