Editor by day, Vocal writer by night.
I like to write about nearly anything as long as it's sincere but preferably, I like to talk about film!
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Storyteller / poet / cinephile
Do you prefer fashion victim or ensembly challenged?
I don’t know about anyone else but my sense of fashion has always been inspired by the movies. Upon the moment my eyes saw the bright lights of the projector reach the plain white sheet that uplifted images of glamorous woman and men alike, I knew that my inspiration for style would stem from my favorite icons of the silver screen. Maybe I’m shallow, but I loved watching woman strut around in pearls, diamonds, and silly hats. I loved the bow ties, sweater vests, and slacks that men of the silver screen championed. My fashion sense was inspired by the outfits and pieces I saw in the movies. Quite immediately, I wanted to reincarnate the old fashion trends of every era.
Under the Paper Moon
Him. John Hopkins Hospital. She was temptation. And I was the angel that fell from heaven. It was a sunny afternoon in Italy. She walked into my small bookshop that had a derelict wooden sign outside of its windows: Paper Moon Bookshop. I waited at the counter near the cash register with a book in my hands. I scanned the page quickly, earnestly consuming the text.
And That's on Periods
I am the most embarrassing person alive. Wait. Let me rephrase that: I am the most embarrassed person alive. This is not hyperbolic. If my mind was the main vessel in Inside Out, it wouldn't be the lovely Joy leading the ship. It would be Fear because I am afraid of being embarrassed. To make matters worse, I am living as an embarrassed person despite not having done anything embarrassing today or yesterday.
So You Want to Be a Writer?
Charles Bukowski once wrote in his famous poem about writing called "So You Want To Be a Writer" that: If it doesnt come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it.
I Want To Be a Poet But I've Never Been in Love
In Paris, there is an exclusive club of artists called The Lost Generation. Their muses sit on champagne glasses under starlit
The Magical World of Classic Hollywood Cinema
I love cinema. I am convinced it is some ethereal being or something crafted by the gods. On many of my worst days, I have only been saved by a piece of art like poetry, novels, or film. But in particular, film has assisted me in dark moments. It has climbed the walls of my heart and opened me to new thoughts, emotions, and worlds. Ultimately, film has moved me deeply. For this list, I will be celebrating films according to the mood you want to be in. Since I have been deeply moved by cinema, I want you to be deeply moved as well.
Is it a Wonderful Life?
The first time I decided to create New Year's resolutions, a pandemic cursed the earth. As a cynical and misanthropic soul that wanders modern civilization, I detested the idea of New Year’s resolutions before 2020. For one, the ritual of promising the air that I will read more or exercise more had curled my fingers into steaming red fists. Seemingly, resolutions are a primordial practice of shouting prayers to an invisible god in the sky about pleasing yourself more. While the word “resolute” hung on every tongue, I bled from my ears. The practice presented itself to me as a futile effort since life is far more complicated than achieving yearly stilted goals.
Stories My Grandfather Told Me
My grandfather passed away in September of 2020. His friends called him “Jimmy” while others liked “James.” But I always called him Papa. Before his passing, my sister’s and I rotated in shifts during the height of the pandemic to make sure he was not escaping his home to hangout with his friends. He often enjoyed walking around his neighborhood to socialize. My grandfather encompassed the phrase “social butterfly.” But he had been diagnosed with dementia and needed someone to remind him that he could not leave his house, that he needed to take his medication, and that he needed to exercise. But while I was making sure he took his daily dose of medication, he liked to tell me stories of his life. And just like any nugget of wisdom you could receive from your therapist, in books, in movies, from friends and more, the stories my grandfather told me have improved my life tenfold.