How’s your week been? I haven’t been feeling the greatest so I’m trying to focus on eating super healthy and getting enough rest to bounce back. I always feel like I should be doing ten million things at once: watch design lessons online, read a book I’ve had on my nightstand for months, keep up with current events, drink more water, refine my portfolio, network online, meal prep, work out, sketch, wash my car… you get the idea. I’ve almost checked a new blog post off my list though. I’m looking forward to sharing the second part of my Amsterdam trip next week. In the meantime, here’s a glimpse of another beautiful canal at sunset and a few gems from around the internet…
Do you ever read the fun facts about your favorite movies? I was recently reading about Before Sunset, one of my faves, and learned this…
In the movie, Jesse (Ethan Hawke) confesses to Celine (Julie Delpy) that he wrote a book about their meeting 9 years before, partially in the hope that she would read it, and re-establish contact with him. Like Before Sunrise (1995), this is based on events in director Richard Linklater’s own life. He had once spent a night walking and talking around Philadelphia with a woman called Amy in 1989. Though they initially stayed in touch over the telephone, they lost contact eventually. In 1994, Linklater shot Before Sunrise (1995), based on his night with Amy. Like Jesse in “Before Sunset”, Linklater was secretly hoping that Amy had heard of the movie, and would show up at the premiere, but she did not. When “Before Sunset” was released, she did not show up either. It wasn’t until 2010, before Linklater started production on the second sequel, Before Midnight (2013), that a friend of Amy, who knew about their story, contacted Linklater to tell him that Amy had died in a motorcycle accident on May 9, 1994, at the age of 24, a few weeks before he started shooting Before Sunrise (1995).
From the New Yorker article, Before the Internet, made me laugh:
You’d be in some kind of arts center, wearing roomy overalls, looking at a tray of precious gems, and you’d say, “That’s cat’s-eye,” and your friend would say, “Nope. That’s opal.” And you’d say, “That’s definitely cat’s-eye.” And there would be no way to look it up, no way to prove who was right, except if someone had a little booklet. “Anyone got a little booklet?” you’d ask, looking around. “Is there a booklet on this shit?”
Then you’d walk outside and squint at the sky, just you in your body, not tethered to any network, adrift by yourself in a world of strangers in the sunlight.
Happy weekending! Xx