Reminiscing and morning radio shows

We’ve been listening to lots of Venezuelan radio stations over the weekend, and I feel strangely homesick. Like I want to go home and at the same time I really really don’t. This is a picture of my room back in Venezuela, the room I grew up in and plastered with posters of Blink 182 and Green Day, as well as random photos that made up a gigantic mood board of the person I wanted to be (read: an ambitious non-smoking New Yorker with Converse sneakers surgically attached to my feet, writing articles for feminist websites and owning my own apartment before the age of 25). I guess your teenage walls can’t really predict your future. Especially when they have oversized pictures of Mark Hoppus in his swimming trunks.

I don’t sleep there anymore, not even when I go back, and someday those posters will go down and I might not even visit that room anymore. But it was mine for a while, or at least those walls were, which is more than I can say for anything in my present life.

But those naked baby photos are all totally me.

Devils

Playing with heart-shaped crystals and my favorite model.

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

 

 

 

 

  

 

From IMDB:

A thief awakens Valerie, just 13, taking earrings left to her by her mother. By morning, the earrings have been returned, Valerie's first period has begun, and a troupe and a missionary have arrived in her Medieval town. The thief is Olrick; he reports to a cloaked constable who may also be the missionary. Attention to sexuality is everywhere: Valerie's grandmother's puritanical nature, the missionary's sermon to the town's virgins, the parish priest's attempt to seduce Valerie, and lusty adults at play. Valerie's nascent sexuality puts her in great danger. Can she navigate the passage from innocence to experience, a route teaming with vampires, a murderer, and an obscure family tree?

Perfect film for late spring. I giggled at the thought of this being Jodorowsky for teens, picturing him running off to Czech Republic and cashing in on the vampire trend! Jaroslava Schallerová is absolutely mesmerizing as Valerie, and the images of the Polecat’s grin gave me something to be scared of at night.

Love this cover by Broadcast of Valerie’s theme song. All the more touching now that Trish Keenan is gone.