Kinda, like the guy that has literally been sleeping with his dead wife for half a decade used to sleep on top of her grave just to be near her. I mean, that’s true love, even if it is also weird). However, I feel like the process of finding a wife, waiting for her to die ...
roses, or Santa Claus. I wanted to try to move away from those themes, but I swear the YADA stencil crawled onto my desktop and looking in an old magazine for a couple of words it happened to be a February issue hence: Love Transforms. ...
dudes around and kicking the asses of 300 pound goons four times her size. Here, the English spoken is old timey indeed, as are the attitudes. Men are the caretakers of women, who obey their husbands and seek their protection. Ahh, the good old days. What, you’re going to complain?
She told me to look French (I can do that) and told her: “We had reservations across the street, my friend Aida is French from Lyon and she told me how much this place reminded her of her birthplace, we have to be here” (as I am looking very French). The lady tells us again...
Spike Jonze: Yeah. It’s almost like we’re these old dudes sitting around going, “I remember when they did it this way...” and I’m sure when you’re 8 and you see the new STAR WARS movies, it has the same feeling as the old ones. But for me, I remember looking at this...