This one hurts.
I’ll admit, I’m only a new Carrie Fisher fan. When the hype burned strong for Star Wars recently, I had the fortune of being surrounded by some intense and amazing fans. I’m talking watchers, readers, writers, etc. Having only seen the first three movies as a child and not particularly caring for them, my friends were eager to immerse me into the story and the lore and then I was hooked and ever so excited for the next few years. I haven’t gotten to all of the literature that exists yet but it’s only a matter of time for me. The princess and general Leia Organa was a fascinatingly written character that I’m glad wasn’t immobilized in a book by George Lucas.
But that’s not why I adored Carrie Fisher.
I flipped through the bios and interviews and started to read about her because the moment someone tries to convince me some actress didn’t age well I go check them out so I have a few real arguments while I’m scoffing at how unnecessary comments like those are. Of course, Ms. Fisher was and always has been, beautiful, and her writing and producing and honesty has far outstripped her, anyone’s, physical beauty. So I wrote off those comments as words from people who don’t understand how time works.
But that’s not why I adored Carrie Fisher.
I heard she hated her slave outfit.
I heard she told Daisy Ridley to fight artistic choices like that before The Force Awakens if that’s not who she wants to be. And then I read her saying it.
I heard she has bipolar and openly talks about her mental illness and her drug abuse. And then I watched her talk about it.
I heard her dog was Instagram famous. I follow him, though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to follow the feed for a while.
There’s a sort of rough humor people seem to stumble out of the fire with if the fire made them stronger. I’ve heard it in voices of men and women who’ve been in the forge once or twice. Some of their armor trembles or sounds ready to crumble if you tap it too hard. That’s the character we most see on screen too: inwardly scared and uncomfortable underneath their plate metal, hoping only to achieve enough happiness to sweep away and forget why they had the armor on in the first place.
Some people seem to want angels out of their role models. They want the right about of vulnerability to toughness, and they don’t want them talking about their struggle too much. I think that’s fucking stupid.
Carrie Fisher stepped out in general’s boots into the moonlight and died drowning in it, strangled by her own bra.
Ms. Giacobetti is 49 years old today. She is my newest woman crush that I should have high-lighted a long, long time ago.
Olivia Giacobetti is an amazing French perfumer who has created fragrances such as Frederic Malle’s En Passant (my favorite Frederic Malle), Diptyque’s Philosykos and Ofresia, a whole host of L’Artisan fragrances including the infamously difficult to get Tea for Two (my favorite L’Artisan!), and fragrances for Hermès, Guerlain, and Penhaligon’s. I love her for her delicate simplicity and the subtle way she crafts her fragrances. I have loved everything she has touched that I have smelled so far, and can’t wait to smell more.
The L’Artisan website claim that she was inspired by the depictions of perfumery in the film le Sauvage which means I need to seek this film out with English subtitles in a hurry (or learn French. I feel I have more of an incentive to learn it than even mandarin.) She trained from the age of 17 at Robertet, a huge French distillery known for developing new ways of obtaining natural raw material from its distillation sources before opening her own firm Iskia, which I unfortunately couldn’t find any information about. And she does all this while staying oh so effervescently lovely.
She is currently working as creative director at one of the oldest perfume houses, Parfum Lubin.
I just wanted to share this today. Have a good day, everyone ❤
I’m loving those new Under Armour ads. They’re a perfect follow up in the theme set by the Always #LikeaGirl Superbowl ads; crazy excellent women doing crazy excellent at the things they do. Misty Copeland, especially struck me as a a great model for this particular set of ads because I have experience with the dance and performance industry, and the voice-over used in her video really struck a chord. Under Armour especially does a great job expressing an emboldening message, while making their products look fantastic.
Any profession where the body is used as an outward vessel for expression incites criticism of the vessel. Calls for an idealization of the vessel that makes it so that expression through it is exclusive. Modeling is the same way, though Giselle Bundchen’s ad focuses on a slightly different issue. There’s this odd tendency in all visual arts, from videography to photography to writing to watercolor to etching to dance, that dehumanizes the subject, and concentrates them down to that moment. At best, art gives a summary. We can’t forget that there’re always more to the story.
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Why are our ideas of strength and weakness so warped? What use is our current desire for men and women to be “strong” if all it really does is grind down and weaken our mental foundations? Why is it so shameful to ask for help?