love the face.
Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of Vogue magazine is seen here dashing out of the W. 39th St. venue where Francisco Costa’s Spring/Summer 2013 Calvin Klein Collection was presented. The infamously harsh Brit stormed out of the show in the middle of the finale, later claiming that the plainness and boring silhouettes in the show made her “light-headed and nauseous - as though I was about to pass out. It almost felt like a panic attack.” But why the overt physical reaction? “Francisco’s last collections at Calvin have been outstandingly brilliant. This season was, and pardon my French, an absolute piece of shit.”
Wintour was quickly followed by her bodyguard and gaggle of personal assistants who stood behind the exclusively select crowd of attendees. Outside she was seen gasping for air as her entourage tried to shield her from prying paparazzi. “I haven’t seen her get this way since last season’s Alexander McQueen in Paris. It was awful. This is awful,” stated Wintour’s close friend and Vogue Editor-at-Large, Andre Leon Talley. After the McQueen show in Paris last march, Wintour was reported to have thrown up paté all over dear friend Hamish Bowle’s satin trousers.
Took my little sister toy shopping today. After much browsing, she chose a pack of Hot Wheels cars. She wanted to pay so I gave her the money. As we were waiting in line, some dude waiting behind us asks:
“Buying those for your brother?”
My sister gives him a weird look, “No. They’re mine.”
“You sure you want those, sweetheart? Those are for boys.” He says.
Before I can say anything, my sister yells, like truly yells at the top of her lungs, “MY MOMMY IS A GIRL AND DRIVES A CAR EVERY DAY! GIRLS CAN HAVE CARS TOO!”
The people in front of us in line turn around. The cashier actually stops what she’s doing. Everyone stares at this guy and he just sort of turns red, grabs his kid, and disappears into the Lego aisle.
You know, how it’ll absolutely make her day?
It’s so. Fucking. True.
Today at work, we were closing and I clocked out and was ready to get the fuck home. But these guys needed to get something out of their car and wouldn’t be able to get back in unless I held the door open for them. So I did.
When they came back, one of the guys said,
“Thank you, beautiful.”
Those three words totally made my night.
I’m still tired as fuck
And a little delerious
That really made my night.
I’ve had conversations with countless men and women. Regardless of their ethnic background or cultural affiliation I have gone beyond the boundaries of cultural divide. I’ve had conversations with Ludwig van Beethoven, Franz Liszt, Claude Debussy, Clara Schumann, and Ernst von Dohnanyi, just to name a few. With decades separating us, the voices of these men and women are preserved in both printed works and in the hearts of millions.
Because of music, I’ve learned a universal language. One that conveys every emotion from sadness to joy, from anger to love, from death to rebirth. One of the few languages in the world that every can understand is within us all.
Because of music, I’ve learned that speaking is just one way to connect with someone.
Because of music, I’ve found a whole new part of myself.