the only good thing about alfie, was sienna millar's bridgette bardot's gorgeousness. jude law has been dethroned from the cinematic pedestal, temporarily, until i re-judge him on closer when i've watched it. the fault is not his but the movie. it wasn't that bad, but it should have been good. sienna miller - i want such hair and dark eyes. and the floppy hat, and the champagne pink skirt with the boots, everything with a dash of wild abandon and earnest, girlishness. closer,
maybe next week. oh natalie, natalie.

and so i was inspired and so i listened again, twas the night before, to francoise hardy. and truly, it was a make-belief indulgence in and imagined time of pretending i was one of them 70s flower child soaking in reverie. it's like how d. coupland described it in his book polaroids from the dead. that was never my time but i like to pretend i was there.