California Dreamin’ has been on repeat in my head since seeing Chungking Express at Lido on Friday. I keep wondering how someone’s (Wong Kar-wai’s) mind can create something like that, and how their eyes can see such beautiful things. I saw it after eating Greek food at Plaka’s, a restaurant in the arcade and eating a cookie from Cookie Box. I also went to Readings and bought too many books. One of which was The Love Contract, a fake dating/enemies to lovers debut novel by Melbourne writer Steph Vizard. There’s a word for the feeling people get when they read a book or see a movie set in a city, they’re familiar with. I don’t know what it is, but if I did, I’d use it to describe reading this book. I read it through dinner, before the movie, under the tiny light that shines on the aisle letters and as soon as I was home. I loved it in case you can’t tell.
The Bear, The fucking Bear. Dear God and Syd and Carmy and everyone who works in that insane restaurant. A lot of people have mentioned they find this show stressful, my family is full on, so I don’t find it too bad. The character arcs (Richie and Tina), the writing (Fak), the heartbreak (like all of them). The aesthetics of that place even though it’s falling apart. Amazing.
I’m right on schedule to hit my Triple J listening era. Which is far too old for the youth skewed station, but the other day I heard Dann Dib whose song Twix I have been listening to on repeat. In between Doris Day’s Greatest Hits of course.
I’ve been in a dreamy state craving beautiful things that itch my brain[1] in just the right way. The Pinterest browsing, the vlog watching, the lists on nice paper, fuck the amount of lists I’ve been using to catch all these things I can’t quite put my finger on. For no other reason, except that someone else might be as stationery obsessed as I am, the Midori MD Notepad A4 with the grid are my favourite.
[1] This is something one of my beloved Year 12 students says all the time, and it’s perfect.