Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the dark
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
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Monday, April 5, 2010

little tiny update

There really is no reason not to live life like you're in a movie 24/7.

Spring inspires me to do all sorts of things. Even in Southern California, though, it's mildly chilly. For instance, just after taking that picture I erupted in a field of goosebumps that even a duffel coat couldn't smooth.

But at the same time, there's always a longing in spring that I don't know how to fulfill. I can't quite tell what it is--a need for freedom, for expression, for love, for glory, for color, for life, and also for complete and utter chaos. But if you're supposed to not wear dark colors in spring, then how do you get the courage to be constantly happy?

In the meantime, new art has been made:

A catwoman costume has been worn:

And life goes on and on!
See ya when I have something better to write :)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly

So this seems to be a bit of a dry spell for The Glitter Child, doesn't it? Turns out I've been dealing with a lot of personal drama as of late, as well as the natural 'keeping busy' that comes with the territory. And while usually when people find themselves faced with heartbreak and similar depressives, they would like nothing more than to curl up with a pint (of ice cream or beer, your choice) in their jimjams and watch something to take them away. So if you're like me and need a touch of "help me!", then here's my prescription.

I loooove the Chocolove bars. They are always really smooth and creamy and don't taste at all sulphery like Hershey's does (to me anyways) and---they have a itty bitty love poem in the wrapper. I know, cheesy, right? But it's strangely comforting!

Oh, Lush. You know exactly how to appeal to this stardust girl!! Their Sunny Side Bubble Bar is not only loaded with beautiful gold glitter to make you feel like Cleopatra, but also has that bright citrusy scent that makes you snap out of that "What went wrooooong?" phase of the grieving process (uh, wow, dramatic much?)
I know that seems like a simple thing to say, but I swear to god it helps immensely. It's like wearing pure seratonin. And I know you might be thinking to yourself, "I don't look good in yellow", but you do. Everyone does--it's just finding the right shade. Are you a lemon? A butter? Maybe you're a highlighter! No matter what, you're fabulous :)

Listen to new music, get a new haircut/color, watch a film you've been dying to see (or a whole tv series like I have with Dexter), take a walk somewhere you've never been, make spontaneous trips around the cities near you in your favorite outfit, pain your nails crazy colors (I did a rainbow last week!), buy a bottle of wine just for yourself, text an old friend that you do or don't miss and just see what's new, make new friends, clean up your house/apt/room/car/bicycle, bake something that looks cute--it'll almost always taste good, and remember that no matter where you come from, what you look like, how much money you have, what you wear, what music you like, how many snaggleteeth you have (I have plenty), how many times you've been in love, how many times you've had your heart broken, how many times you've felt betrayed or abandoned, whether you sleep alone or in the arms of someone who loves you, whether you feel pretty or not---

You are beautiful and perfect.

Life can be wonderful if you're not afraid of it.

Love and surprises around every corner,
The Glitter Child

Thursday, February 25, 2010


So I'm still working on a new entry for this blog, because I want it to be something fascinating and wonderful but I have been too busy to actually put forth the necessary effort so in the meantime, this is a little something to help me win...


Look at it, in all its majestic glory. From
Why I should win it: I've never really been a collector of purses or bags, and have really only had a couple of bags throughout my life, only ever replacing them when the handles broke or the seams split. But I've fallen increasingly in love with all purses and bags, both hobo and clutch alike. From this red satchel to Marc Jacobs' turqouise boston bags, to everything in between. Only all I have still is a hand-me-down bag from my friend, and it's well near fallen apart by now! I'm in love with this bag, though. The bright red color is just gorgeous and the gold is so lovely. I could use something bigger like this so I can carry my art supplies/etc, and overall---I just adore it!

Thanks for listening to me gush, Blogoramas!

Also, if you're so inclined to help a fellow starving artist, I'd love for you to visit my etsy!

Etsy: Your place to buy & sell all things handmade

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Just for now...

Yeah I did like everyone else and got myself a formspring! But I'd love for all of you to ask me anything!

In the meantime I am going to post something more worthwhile here very soon, I promise. I have recieved full usage permission of a fab new camera and so hopefully some nice shots will be coming your way. In the meantime...

Stay pretty and happy!
The Glitter Child

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentines to no one!

So all day I was thinking about what to post for my V-day entry.

I considered talking about one of my favorite films, Drop Dead Fred. I know it's not a "great" film by most people's standards, but that film has meant loads to me over the course of my life and has been a stand by I can return to and feel empowered by. But then I thought that on Valentine's day, many of you won't be looking at blogs. Some of you will be with your loved ones, some of you will be with your significant others, and some of you--like me--will be spending tonight alone.

The beauty of the story in Drop Dead Fred, though, is that Elizabeth, the main character, does not need a man in her life to be happy. And that's what I want to focus on right now.

Love is special, I'll give you that. It's important and so incredible to have, it should really be cherished. But there's more than one kind of love in the world--there's maybe a million!

The love of a friend, the love of a parent, the love of a pet, the love of a stranger who you admire, the love of a partner, the love of a hobbie, the love of an ideal, the love of yourself!!

So everyone, remember exactly how special you are and how perfect and infinitely unique you are and love yourself for that. That's the best gift to get on Valentine's Day.

In the meantime, I have a date with a bottle of wine and a lot of fashion sites.

Do it like the pigeons,
The Glitter Child

Saturday, February 13, 2010

I have a heart condition. If you hit me, it's murder.

So I've been lax about updating this, which is a bummer, but I figured that I need to change it up a bit. After all, nearly all the movies I've posted have been pretty romantic in one way or another, and I've been touting my "Rise Up Single Ladies!" mentality without actually backing it up. So tonight I bring you perhaps my favorite movie of all time, and to me certainly one of the best movies in the world to watch if you just want something funny and ultra-super-super-unromantic.
Today's Feature is...

Now I won't pretend that this film is loaded with beautiful clothes or sets, but the fact is that it's a great quality movie. The dialogue is top notch (and hilarious) and the characters are so outrageous that they're exactly normal in every way. You might be an I yourself, or (god forbid) a Withnail like me, or maybe you know a Danny. I'm sure many of us have had to endure an Uncle Monty or two, and now and again we find ourselves face-to-face with a Poacher. The comedy in Withnail and I does not come from zaniness or outlandish behavior, but from the sort of controlled hysteria of the everyday and the need to calm it by whatever means necessary.

"50,000 Londoners have to wake up to this. Murder and All-Bran and Rape."
Bruce Robinson has said of this film that it "starts with a nervous breakdown and just gets worse." Paul McGann's character, the titular 'I' (also named Marwood) is the poor recipient of said breakdown. It's not surprising in the slightest that Marwood is going crazy. Not only does he feel he could be overdosing, but he lives with Withnail, the drunk, out-of-work actor with an enormous superiority complex.

"Look at my tongue. It's wearing a yellow sock."
Withnail (Richard E. Grant) comes from a rich family, and as such he feels pretty much entitled to everything in the world, including a blossoming acting career. Sadly, he doesn't exactly have that. Nor do he and Marwood have much in the way of money, despite Withnail's familial connections. Nor do they have good heating in the apartment.

MARWOOD: You know what we should do?...I say, you know what we should do?
WITHNAIL: How could I possibly know what we should do? WHAT should we do?
MARWOOD: Get out of it. Go to the country for a while.
WITHNAIL: Ha. What good's the country? I'm in a park and I'm practically dead.

"I'm a trained actor reduced to the status of a bum!"

Yes, Ladies and Gentlebugs, that's lighter fluid. And that is also a damned good scene.

The film is full of quotable lines and anecdotes, including a trip to a neighborhood pub where Marwood is shouted at for looking and smelling like a "POOFTER!!!"

"I have a heart condition. I have a heart condition--if you hit me, it's murder!"


 After running back home to escape the enormous Irish man who wants them dead, they turn off for a couple of days and their drug dealer friend comes over for a talk.

"I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hair are your aerials. They pick up messages from the cosmos and transmit them directly into your brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are so uptight!"

"What absolute twaddle."
Withnail ends up following Marwood's suggestion of a countryside holiday and phones up the only relative who will still talk to him, his rich eccentric Uncle Monty.

Oh yeah. Uncle Vernon is Uncle Monty. Amazing.

They gain access to something "Free to those who can afford it, very expensive to those that can't": Monty's Crow Cragg cottage in the countryside. But, as they immediately find out, it's even colder, much wetter, and completely without comfort.

"You're covered in shit."

"We've gone on holiday by mistake!"

"How do we make it die?"
They manage to survive for a while, digging for potatoes out back and getting what they can by going into town and from the kindness of a farmer. One night they decide to go to the pub, owned by a ex-military man and frequented by Jake, who most just call "The Poacher". They pursue him in hopes of buying some food off him, but instead he manages to threaten them with an eel.

"If I hear more words outta you, and I'll put one of these black pods on you."

They go home fearful of a Poacher-attack, Withnail climbing into Marwood's bed with a rifle to protect them. They hear someone trying to get in through the door, then through the window, and then a crash downstairs! "It's him! He's trying to get in!... He's sharpening a fucking knife!" But just as the door opens, who does it reveal?

"Oh my boys, my boys!"

Something more terrifying than an eel, that's for damned sure.


I know I have already mentioned two very good monologues throughout this blog, but the one at the end of this film blows them all out of the water. When you see it, you'll know.
And even though they're men (very handsome, attractive, talented men) there's a lot to be said for Marwood, Danny, and Withnail's individual styles!


"Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day"
He is perhaps the most understated man in the film, owing to the fact that, in essence, he is the "straight man". His style involves a sweater he seams to have in every color--a simple woolly crew-neck, and tight jeans. Well, tight by 1969 standards. Marwood, like Withnail, only have one pair of shoes, his cowboy boots, and one coat--his black leather slicker trench. The belt adds a touch of shape and almost femininity to the coat, which he tops off with his ever-present skinny black scarf. And don't forget those John Lennon glasses.


"Have either of you got shoes?"

Danny is at once childish and sweetly stupid and yet slightly menacing and oddly clever. He is the quintessential hippie, always found in the same clothing and constantly using terms and phrases that belong in astrology books and on posters covered in daisy decals. Just keep a laid-back approach, with comfy bell-bottoms and a black top, but layer on the jewelry and make sure your hair is down. They're your aerials, after all.

"I feel like a pig shat in my head..."

Withnail has the appearance of a handsome man who was been living a very un-handsome life. All of his clothing, even if it was "cut by Hawkes of Saville Row" has become loose from weight loss, but still has touches of a fit. Oversized tailored clothing gives the same appearance, only much less depressingly so! He is elegant in an unkempt way, like a rockstar, and wears scarves as ties for his long shirts that he can never be bothered to tuck in. Remember the coat, too! It finishes the outfit and keeps you warm when it feels "like fucking Greenland in here!"

I shall miss you too,
The Glitter Child

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Just put that down on your...on your pirate pad there...

Yet another...


Today's feature is...

I think Penelope is definitely a movie that is more widely available and more readily seen by people who aren't crazy film fanatics like me, but that does not make it common. In fact, it's entirely the opposite of common, it's exquisite!!

Penelope starts with the backstory of a rich blue-blood family that has been cursed by an old town witch whose daughter was rejected by one of the sons. The curse was that the first girl to be born in the family would have the face of a pig and only if she were accepted by one of her own kind, a blue-blood, would she be able to look normal again. Penelope (Christina Ricci) is that firstborn daughter, born to two of the best comedic actors around.

Catherine O'Hara and Richard E. Grant don't look too happy...

Well, in the film they're more like just rich people who have become hermits to hide their daughter from an uncaring world and the harshness of the media. But in hopes of breaking the curse someday, her mother Jessica begins teaching her daughter how to become a perfect fiance/wife-to-be. As soon as Penelope reaches the age of 18, Jessica and Wanda (an assistant of sorts) begin to scour through all available young blue-blood men to find the perfect one to marry her...that is, if they can look past her face.

Why so glum, chum?
Penelope has reached the age of 25 and, after 7 years behind a one-way mirror chatting up boys, still hasn't found a man who will be a little bit less superficial about things. Yeah, sure, she has a piggy snout, but really, is that such a big problem?

After all, they seem to be getting along quite well. Why don't you show him your face, Penelope?

Aw, that's no way to react, Edward.

"We could move to Paris! I could practice my French."
"You could practice your French!"

Penelope is just about ready to give up, and her father is, too. "Why don't we just buy her a puppy?" he asks his wife. But Jessica refuses to give up the chance of a 'normal life'. Meanwhile the last one to run away from her, Edward has ran to the police to try and report a killer pig. They all laugh him off except for one man...

Peter Dinklage, is it so wrong to love you?

A long time ago, Lemon used to have two eyes. But he tried to follow a story on the pig-faced baby Penelope and was attacked by Jessica, losing his eye in the process. Nobody believed what he saw, and now he is intent on helping Edward prove to the world that they're not crazy. And the only way to do that is to get a down-and-out rich boy to bribe.

And wouldn't you know it, it's James "Strangely Sexy" McAvoy

Max Campion, found gambling away the last of his money, comes to try his hand with Penelope for the price of $5000 from Edward and Lemon. He is marched into the waiting room with the two-way mirror with dozens of other guys. While Max is preoccupied on the floor behind a sofa, trying to work out the spy camera built into his jacket, Penelope shows herself to the room of men and they all run--all except Max, who was coincidentally on the floor, unable to see her. At first he's skeptical of this curious and forthright girl and merely in it just for the cash but at time goes on, even with Penelope hiding behind that two-way mirror in her Anthropologie bedroom, Max is finding himself smitten.

Take care, young lovers. There's glass between you.

Penelope is waiting, there must be something wrong. All the other men ran when they saw her, but not Max. It could be that she just wants to prove to her mother that, in the end, they all run, but it could also be that she is falling for him too.

That's a checkmate there, Glitter Child.

Things are going smoothly, everyone's having a good time, until Penelope reveals herself for what she thinks is the second time. Max, not originally witnessing her face, backs away in shock, but not disgust. Slowly he begins to reach out to touch her face, the one he only imagined from her voice, but just as he reaches high enough, the spy camera in his jacket goes off. Thinking she now knows he was sent as a spy, he recoils. Penelope doesn't understand, merely taking it as a hint that he thinks she's a "monster", and runs away. Max follows and tries to explain, and when she asks him to marry her, he simply says "I can't."

Max goes back to gambling, Jessica goes back to matchmaking, and Penelope...runs away.

What follows is Penelope's tale of self discovery and acceptance within the given parameters of  a perfect modern day fairytale.


The wardrobe and set design in this film are delightfully detailed and whimsical, with a beautiful color palate and dresses befitting a beautiful princess.


I'm afraid that's all I have energy for tonight, as I have to wake up very early tomorrow. But I can guarantee that just watching the film is pure inspiration, whether you want to be a colorful princess or a spunky vespa courier, or even a small pirate!

Stay true to yourself,
The Glitter Child