I didn't take this, but it's a great picture of my sassy toga from the weekend! Designed by yours truly with the help of shavy-shav (on the right).
This isn't very good, but hey, give me a break I'm still learning!

Chica-Chica-Whaaaaa?

Artsy?
So many levels to this bad boy. One could, of course, argue that the primary goal of the film was to illustrate the pain behind ballet in an exaggerated and haunting way. However there were so many levels, the most prevalent and evasively effective in my opinion was the whole concept of “reflection”. Black Swan touched on this theme both visually and conceptually. A portion of the film was viewed through reflections, when Nina (Natalie Portman) danced the audience often viewed her via a reflection in a mirror or window, while the camera was focused on the ballet director, Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel) as he watched Nina. Then of course were the reflections interwoven into the story; first, Nina’s life was reflective of the ballet Swan Lake, a component foreshadowed within the first 20 minutes of the film -beginning with her dream that opens the film and Thomas Leroy’s very clear synopsis of the ballet. The rest of the film is guided by Nina’s subconscious and conscious fears reflected and exaggerated by her surroundings and the people that dictate her life. You often see Nina's fears reflected by the actions of her peers. I don't want to say too much because to spoil this plot would be very wrong.
I wouldn't be surprised or disappointed if Portman or Cassel earned some serious recognition from the academy on this one.Society expects us to balance
They want us to humbly walk the line between self-loathing and self-righteousness
Society is giving us signs, pointing us in directions and muddling the ideas that compromise our minds
For years I followed strict moral codes, believing in my gut and following my faith
For years I followed in the footsteps of civilization
Never question, rarely realizing, hardly living
I don’t know what you would call me now
Sometimes I still wake up groggy and out of breath
Trapped by blankets, haunted by my dreams, annoyed with reality
I’m fed up with my lab grown expectations
And my myth defined definitions
Sometimes I wish I could just build a new world from scratch
But I can’t
I lost my hammer, and am out of nails
My tool box is empty
And whose fault is that?
The Subject Tonight is Love
The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well,
As a matter of fact
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all
Die!
At This Party
I don't want to be the only one here
Telling all the secrets -
Filling up all the bowls at this party,
Taking all the laughs.
I would like you
To start putting things on the table
That can also feed the soul
The way I do.
That way
We can invite
A hell of a lot more
Friends.
A Great Need
Out
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting go.
Listen,
The terrain around here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.