#beingbrilliant

𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. The light softens, the air cools, and somewhere in the quiet, life starts whispering. Not with noise. Not with urgency. Just a gentle nudge that says, “You’re not tired… you’re evolving.” This isn’t a season for doing more, it’s for noticing more. The subtle shifts, the new desires, the things that quietly no longer fit. If you’ve been feeling that pull lately, that quiet awareness that something inside you is ready to grow, this week’s episode of 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲™ is for you. 🎧 Listen now: https://bit.ly/47xMFYP ✨ The Subtle Signs You’re Evolving

FORTIES FLICK The shadow of the Venetian blind on the painted wall, Shadows of the snake-plant and cacti, the plaster animals, Focus on the tragic melancholy of the bright stare Into nowhere, a hole like the black holes in space. ‘In bra and panties she sidles to the window: Zip! Up with the blind. A fragile street scene offers itself, With wafer-thin pedestrians who know where they are going. The blind comes down slowly, the slats are slowly titled up. Why must it always end this way? A dais with woman reading, with the ruckus of her hair And all that is unsaid about her pulling us back to her, with her Into the silence that night alone can’t explain. Silence of the library, of the telephone with its pad, But we didn’t have to reinvent these either: They had gone away into the plot of a story, The “art” part—knowing what important details to leave out And the way character is developed. Things too real To be of much concern, hence artificial, yet now all over the page, The indoors with the outside becoming part of you As you find you had never left off laughing at death, The background, dark vine at the edge of the porch.

Every outfit Cher wears in Clueless in 60 seconds. 

A nice piece in the Guardian by Adrian Searle on Tracy Emin's (biggest yet!) show, a retrospective called 'Love Is What You Want' that takes up the whole Hayward.

I first met the idea of Sonic Youth at the MCA when I was little and they've held me in good stead, although I can never choose between Lee talking to girls, like here, or Kim talking to girls, like here (local! albeit shit recording quality), or Thurston so doing. Oh all of you/ 

His observations here seems pretty sound, and the energy level! Dear Heaven I would like one tenth of that ever.

That is a real pretty smart simile, Molly Lambert.