I know everyone read Gatsby in high school, probably, but it’s still one of my favorite books, and I’m not fussy about it — I can get down with Gatsby-inspired this & thats (bars, clothes, video games)…but I have to admit, I was nervous about the Gatsby movie. Part of me didn’t even want to watch the trailer because Leo’s not how I imagined Gatsby, and so I was just going to avoid the situation altogether, and then one of my friends who also loves the book sent me his thoughts on the trailer and I figured… fine.
And immediately, the first second hit, and “No Church in the Wild” started, and I was like “WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.” It was so far from anything I could have expected that I’m not even upset. Is that Jack White covering a U2 song? Doesn’t the aesthetic feel like a cross between Desperate Housewives and Revenge? That guy looks like Schmee from Hook. This crazy drunk lady needs to stop yelling so dramatically. Why is Peter Parker slicking his hair back like that?? Is there a reason I’m not seeing more of Isla Fisher? What’s up with that car?
And so I watched it again. This time, I hated the narration, which felt like it was coming from Seth Cohen, and couldn’t handle the dancing, and the music just felt silly. 
And then I thought about it again… and maybe it’s better, maybe it means something different, something more, when you juxtapose everything that is The Great Gatsby with everything that is “now.” I’m assuming the movie will have period-appropriate music, but if it doesn’t, that might actually be better… a blend of old and new; a way to make the themes translate. Or it could be just kind of absurd.
I guess the trailer did its job, though, because I’ll definitely be seeing it.

I know everyone read Gatsby in high school, probably, but it’s still one of my favorite books, and I’m not fussy about it — I can get down with Gatsby-inspired this & thats (bars, clothes, video games)…but I have to admit, I was nervous about the Gatsby movie. Part of me didn’t even want to watch the trailer because Leo’s not how I imagined Gatsby, and so I was just going to avoid the situation altogether, and then one of my friends who also loves the book sent me his thoughts on the trailer and I figured… fine.

And immediately, the first second hit, and “No Church in the Wild” started, and I was like “WHAT. IS. HAPPENING.” It was so far from anything I could have expected that I’m not even upset. Is that Jack White covering a U2 song? Doesn’t the aesthetic feel like a cross between Desperate Housewives and Revenge? That guy looks like Schmee from Hook. This crazy drunk lady needs to stop yelling so dramatically. Why is Peter Parker slicking his hair back like that?? Is there a reason I’m not seeing more of Isla Fisher? What’s up with that car?

And so I watched it again. This time, I hated the narration, which felt like it was coming from Seth Cohen, and couldn’t handle the dancing, and the music just felt silly. 

And then I thought about it again… and maybe it’s better, maybe it means something different, something more, when you juxtapose everything that is The Great Gatsby with everything that is “now.” I’m assuming the movie will have period-appropriate music, but if it doesn’t, that might actually be better… a blend of old and new; a way to make the themes translate. Or it could be just kind of absurd.

I guess the trailer did its job, though, because I’ll definitely be seeing it.

fashion don’t?: necessary glasses for life’s awkward moments
Whether you’re a micro-celebrity on the run from paparazzi… or (more likely) want to avoid the embarrassment of trip-and-fall, bad hair day, unattractive-cupcake-eating pictures on Facebook… or worse… it’s now possible.
(Did I legitimately buy these $12 glasses because I think I will need them frequently? Yes, yes I did. But hey, you can’t tell who’s in this picture, now, can you?)

fashion don’t?: necessary glasses for life’s awkward moments

Whether you’re a micro-celebrity on the run from paparazzi… or (more likely) want to avoid the embarrassment of trip-and-fall, bad hair day, unattractive-cupcake-eating pictures on Facebook… or worse… it’s now possible.

(Did I legitimately buy these $12 glasses because I think I will need them frequently? Yes, yes I did. But hey, you can’t tell who’s in this picture, now, can you?)

This is the kind of trailer that makes me miss drive-in movie theaters, the Midwest and days when I had a lot more time for and dedication to keeping up with movies.
Growing up we moved around a lot, but no matter where we were there was a drive-in movie theater, and summer days with my family drinking Coke and eating home-popped popcorn out of the back of our minivan are some of my best memories. As I got older family was replaced with friends, and eventually in high school the local drive-in was closed. When I went away to school I started dating a boy who, on our second date, surprised me with a trip to a drive-in movie theater 40 minutes away from campus and I was instantly smitten. A week before graduation, three of my best friends and I went to the drive-in and, the only four people in the parking lot, had what might have been one of the most fun nights of my life.
You can see any movie at a drive-in, but there are some that are made to be watched from the back bed of a pick-up (or the front seat with the windows rolled up, when it starts raining), and this is one of them. This is the kind of movie, also, that promises you’ll leave satisfied. It’s not junk food. It’s something else.
I’ve always loved movies. There’s nothing like the feeling you get 30 minutes in when you’re settled in and away from everything else in the world. There’s a lot of hope in a good movie. 
(The still above is from the trailer for Super 8, which comes out June 10. Click to view it here.)

This is the kind of trailer that makes me miss drive-in movie theaters, the Midwest and days when I had a lot more time for and dedication to keeping up with movies.

Growing up we moved around a lot, but no matter where we were there was a drive-in movie theater, and summer days with my family drinking Coke and eating home-popped popcorn out of the back of our minivan are some of my best memories. As I got older family was replaced with friends, and eventually in high school the local drive-in was closed. When I went away to school I started dating a boy who, on our second date, surprised me with a trip to a drive-in movie theater 40 minutes away from campus and I was instantly smitten. A week before graduation, three of my best friends and I went to the drive-in and, the only four people in the parking lot, had what might have been one of the most fun nights of my life.

You can see any movie at a drive-in, but there are some that are made to be watched from the back bed of a pick-up (or the front seat with the windows rolled up, when it starts raining), and this is one of them. This is the kind of movie, also, that promises you’ll leave satisfied. It’s not junk food. It’s something else.

I’ve always loved movies. There’s nothing like the feeling you get 30 minutes in when you’re settled in and away from everything else in the world. There’s a lot of hope in a good movie. 

(The still above is from the trailer for Super 8, which comes out June 10. Click to view it here.)

Now don’t get me wrong- I’ll admit that I think the Instagr.am’s photo filters make photos look pretty adorable and as if they came out of my parents’ college photo album, and I 100% plan to use and probably abuse the instagr.am iPhone app photo privilege… But let’s be real. You made fun of that girl from high school who now has 3 children and a dog but still has time to add filters to her photos…but now you are guilty of the same crime. Yeah, yeah- Picnik took genuine time and effort (I used it for the first time to create this masterpiece, so I know this for a fact) and instagr.am takes about a second and a half, and makes it much easier to share, etc etc etc, but let’s be real…

Picnik : Facebook :: Instagram : Tumblr.

And that’s that.

A photo taken by a man who took a Polaroid photo every day for eighteen years until the day he died.
We see him growing up, getting married, going through cancer… the good times, the bad, and the way the world around him changed through the simple pages of photos. Worth a look, and some time.
via Mental Floss/Jim MacMillan

A photo taken by a man who took a Polaroid photo every day for eighteen years until the day he died.

We see him growing up, getting married, going through cancer… the good times, the bad, and the way the world around him changed through the simple pages of photos. Worth a look, and some time.

via Mental Floss/Jim MacMillan

The Varsity Jr. had been around for 45 years. For 43 of those years, Williams served countless customers and came to know more than 100 co-workers. Interacting with people from different backgrounds is what he said he will miss the most. 
Read more here.
I love stories like this- little gems of wisdom embedded in stories that seem commonplace. Yes, the fact that the restaurant itself is closing is a story (if you live in Atlanta/surrounding area you know The Varsity, and probably The Varsity Jr., well)- but pieces like this- the people that make the story what it is- are the key to striking a chord.

The Varsity Jr. had been around for 45 years. For 43 of those years, Williams served countless customers and came to know more than 100 co-workers. Interacting with people from different backgrounds is what he said he will miss the most. 

Read more here.

I love stories like this- little gems of wisdom embedded in stories that seem commonplace. Yes, the fact that the restaurant itself is closing is a story (if you live in Atlanta/surrounding area you know The Varsity, and probably The Varsity Jr., well)- but pieces like this- the people that make the story what it is- are the key to striking a chord.