Indigenous Thoughts

Dear Reader,

I seemed to get overall positive feedback from my blurry photo overlays and, as I said, I made a bunch. So please, enjoy more disoriented photos with wistful sayings. Thanks to Mind Body Soul Stylist (http://elyshalenkin.com/category/blog/) who came up with a perfect name for these things I have been creating, I have decided they will be called my indigenous thoughts.

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This quote though.
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I think I took this on a Saturday, but the idea is still nice.
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This is sappy, but it kind of goes with the one before. And I think I actually took this on a Friday night so that’s fancy.
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And they did.
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« Lawn inhibited.” I made this woman who looks so rueful into a rebel.
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From an 11 pm bus ride in December.
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I took this on a boat.
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I miss this place so much.
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Oh god, this photo makes me so sad. There is only one light on, and I don’t know why, but that really gets me. And shoutout to F. Scott Fitzgerald for understanding how humans work.
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I know I already used this photo in an earlier post, but I love it for some reason. And I listened to this song that night so I kind of had to do this.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress
P.S. Please do comment your favorite photo. Holy moly I do enjoy making these.
P.P.S. Listen to this song – The Cockroach – Glowbug (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OOcKHa15yk)
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All background photos are mine but the layered images were all found on Tumblr and I take no credit. If one of the photos is yours and you want credit or for me to take it down please email me (natalieslovelyblog1@gmail.com).
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Oh Well

Dear Reader,

I miss France. Ugh. And you know what that means: more of these things. I still don’t know what to call them. Comment if you have a creative name I can use. I’ll give you credit if I end up using yours.
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I miss this park so much. And also that quote is important.
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When it stopped raining so much and started getting warm again.
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Back when it rained all the time. This was taken from Syd’s old bus stop before she moved houses. Her family moved to three different houses in one year. This is from the one with the pink bathroom.
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There is something about combinations of blurred lights and blurred people that is
so beautiful to me.
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My shadow looked so lonely I added another one.
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Knee Socks – The Arctic Monkeys (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00bk5E7gecI). This is not a suggestion it is a command. Listen to this song.
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I took this the first weekend I was in France.
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Yes, I did take a creepy photo of this adorable couple a few months ago. And add an overlay yesterday that says I love you in French. This is my life now I guess.
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Oh well.
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I don’t really like this one but eh here you go.
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Natalie, stop using so many Arctic Monkeys lyrics. No. I won’t. I refuse to stop.
XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress
P.S. Please comment your favorite image I would love to know.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All background photos are mine but the layered images were all found on Tumblr and I take no credit. If one of the photos is yours and you want credit or for me to take it down please email me (natalieslovelyblog1@gmail.com).
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Sticky Hearts? (November)

Dear Reader,
 
November was somewhat uneventful. I was busy with school ugh. But here are some things that happened.
 
I adopted a wall: 
 
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The answer is mine.
 
Actually, I lied when I said November was uneventful. I should have said November was uneventful except for November 23. November 23 was one of the best nights of my life. Said night was Fest Noz – The Breton Festival of the Night!! I realize that might not mean anything to you. But holy moly was it special. Fest Noz is when a whole range of people come together in a massive tent filled with live fiddle music and blue lights. And they just dance. 
I don’t think you could possibly understand how fantastic this is without spontaneously deciding to go to one. (Which my friends and I did.) But here, read this thing I wrote about it in my journal on November 24. 
 
« . . . we finally got in and everything was wow. There was one huge tent with hundreds of people, swinging and dancing. There were pink smiles and hot hands. There were spinning lights and echoing music and perfumed people swirling and swaying. We didn’t know any of the dances but we all ran to the dance floor and swirled and swayed among the beautiful, tightly packed humans anyways. The night is still a warm, blue blur in my head. 
And I don’t know why but to me the people were all golden. Among their sticky hearts and the floating melodies I was happy -like them. Like the golden people. I don’t miss home anymore I don’t think. » 
 
Reading this seven months later (has it really been that long?), my thoughts seem scattered and I have no idea what I meant by sticky hearts, but thats alright and you get the idea. And I kind of like the idea of having a sticky heart. 
 
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If you look closely you can see the white dot that was fiddler. 
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All the photos I took that night were blurry. Probably because I never stopped dancing. But this is the best photo I have of the swirling and swaying people. Also, do you understand what I am saying about the night being a warm, blue blur in my head.
 
XX Always,
The Girl in the Little Black Dress
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The Light Above The Bathroom Mirror

Dear Reader,

I am going to go back to recounting my year in France soon, I promise. But I wanted to show you some things I made yesterday because I was feeling nostalgic and also somewhat creative. Essentially, I took all my blurry, confused, or otherwise uninteresting photos and made them black and white. I then layered them with quotes or little things I found on the internet. Also, heads up, the vast majority of them are Arctic Monkeys lyrics because the AM album was kind of very relevant to my life this year. Bear with me. Photos not in chronological order.

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I took this in Paris.

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Featherstone – The Paper Kites. Listen to this song please. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0IDiVQxZYg )

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From the Phoenix concert I went to in Paris with my flower Sophie. I wrote a long thing about this night that you will read soon.

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I wrote something a while ago, and I thought about it when I was looking at this picture yesterday: “there are two types of vandalism and one of them can’t be seen.”

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I wish they didn’t have to end is the thing.

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I miss my friends.

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This is where I always sat on the bus.

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I took this on the first day of spring.

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I took this the same day. The sky hadn’t been blue for 4 months and I missed California.

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I can’t remember if I took this photo on accident or on purpose.

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Versailles was lovely but I was sad that day I remember. I got homesick right around March.

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I wasn’t sad when this photo was taken though (by Sophie hi Sophie). Not even a little bit. But now I miss France so much sometimes I can’t breathe.

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Oh what? Arctic Monkeys? What?

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Do plants ever feel sad?

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This was such a lovely night.

XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress

P.S. I made about thirty more if you enjoyed these please let me know and I can post them.

P.P.S. Please do let me know which one is your favorite.

 

Disclaimer: All background photos are mine but the layered images were all found on Tumblr and I take no credit. If one of the photos is yours and you want credit or for me to take it down please email me (natalieslovelyblog1@gmail.com).

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Blurry Photos and Warm Nights

Dear Reader,

This was October.

One day, we visited a castle and the towers and gardens were lovely and all, but my favorite part was this little outdoor area. It was just so picturesque and French to me; I can’t really explain it. I was overcome with the urge to sit down and play classical music and be sophisticated. Maybe this is just me I don’t know.

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I really enjoy blurry photos. Sometimes more than clear photos. I present: blurry photo feat. Sydney.

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Oliva and I on Olivia’s birthday. What happened: we went to a creperie and ate too many crepes. The end.

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Sydney and I when it randomly started raining. You can’t tell its raining, but trust me, it was.

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Another cat that came to visit me on occasion. I named this one Jolie (« pretty » in french) I believe. She enjoyed making intense eye-contact with me. We had some pretty fantastic staring contests.

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In France, weirdly enough, Halloween is not a national holiday. What? No knocking on strangers doors and asking for candy? Unfortunately not :( But that did not stop my friends and I from getting in costume, making a halloween dinner, eating sticky candy and watching a horrifying zombie movie. I actually wore the little black dress that inspired the name of this little blog that night (see photo below). My friend’s costumes from left to right (Ruth as a greek goddess, Isabelle as a dalmation, Tara as a pumpkin, Sophie as a devil, Abby as an angel, and me as a cat – obviously). I wrote this that night:  “I think it’s nice that we get to dress up like someone/something else once a year. It’s nice not to be me sometimes. And I quite enjoy pretending to be a cat.” And then later:  “Halloween was lovely this year. I went home blushing and warm.”

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I also watched Stuck in Love in October which I really liked. Here’s a poem from the movie that I wrote in the margins of my notebook for a while. It’s called School.

In the sea of desks there’s talk of bags and games
and long pipes that leak dreams with strike of a match
and there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear
Whispers shouldn’t be that loud,should they?
There’s a girl over there who everyones knows
And men without ears who will stand by the door for a price
In long hallways, there are angry mobs of dwarves and rats
and one single angel.

- Rusty Borgens

XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress

P.S. Listen to this song: Between The Bars – Elliot Smith

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Macaroons and Art I Didn’t Understand

Dear Reader,

Here is Part 2 of September.

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My birthday was on September 28. And obviously we had to get macaroons. So we went to a place that sold macaroons. And we bought some. I don’t know what else to say other than look at the pretty colors.

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(The rose-flavored one was the best)

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For my birthday weekend, we were on a school trip around the French coastline. This was the view out our hotel window at 7am. The first photo I took as a 17-year-old human being.

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Me on my birthday. Although you cannot tell from the dreary skies, it was really warm actually. Sydney took these. (top: Urban Outfitters (I think?), shorts: Forever 21, oxfords: Sam Edelman)

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Enjoy this picture of my shins, socks and shoes feat. Sydney’s shoes. Syd, why did you take your  shoes off?

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The wind loved Sydney’s skirt and it did pretty things to it. Doesn’t it look like food coloring in water (google it you will understand if you don’t already)?

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We went to a Miro museum (I mentioned this in my Wednesday post) but yeah I’m a big Miro fan, so naturally I very much enjoyed this little creature. I think it looks like a colorful satellite disk attached to a giant red marshmallow with legs and a pitchfork attached to it’s head. Art.

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So we found this statue. And Syd told me to make a sassy face. So I did this. Look at my hand. I don’t know? But anyways I wasn’t sure if I liked the statue or not because it seemed kind of sexist. Like a deconstructed, glossy archetype of what women should be: ankles crossed, submissive.

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This was my favorite piece in the whole museum. I took 9 pictures of it. I don’t really remember why I liked it so much, but I’m fairly certain it had something to do with the little square man in the left bottom corner. I think he and I would be friends if I were a 2D drawing. Look at his feet.

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My feet again? Yes. My feet again.

XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress

P.S. Comment your favorite flavor of macaroon.

P.P.S. Listen to this song – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1kp_bgHq4Q&feature=kp

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Yellow Windows (September)

Dear Reader,

I am going to do this in parts. This is Part 1 of September.

My flight to France left from Boston, so my parents and I went a few days early to see the city and colleges. This was the view from the top of our hotel. I think the reason I love cities so much is the idea of millions of people living in compact buildings, not necessarily knowing everyone but still existing simultaneously. And looking at the lights at night makes me wonder about all the different existances that glow and flicker. Its like Nick in the The Great Gatsby said of New York, ” Yet high over the city, our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

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This was my first friend in France (and one of my best friends to this day) Sydney. Isn’t she a cutie? This is from our first weekend out. We didn’t really know what french kids did on the weekends, so we ended up getting sushi and ice cream and walking around and being generally confused because we didn’t see any kids our age out. We eventually ended up googling what french kids do on the weekends. It was a quality night. The man at Haagen-Dazs made fun of us for being American.

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This kind of explains my year. Just sitting and looking at a city and learning. About how things work in different places.

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Syd, if you are reading this, peep my ankles.

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That night, Sydney and I took the metro and we got really excited because we saw a man wearing stripes and red pants, and we were like holy moly this man is the French stereotype personified. We need to take a stalker picture. So I pretended to take a picture of Syd (you can see her elbow) but then at the last minute casually tilted my camera and snapped this gem. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as stealthy as I thought, and the man wearing glasses saw me take it and gave me that sassy look. We decided he was the epitome of skepticism and perhaps more French than striped shirt man.

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I took this the first week of school. On a Thursday, I bought flowers for my host family and attempted to take an artistic photo on my walk to the bus stop because they looked so pretty. But then a gust of wind blew my hair and ruined the frame, but I don’t really care I still like it.

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There was a cat that came to visit me sometimes which was lovely because I missed my cats so much. I named her Amelie (in reference to one of my favorite French movies). She stopped coming around December, though. Also please note that Google Translate is up on my computer. Shoutout to Google Translate.

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Me the day before my 17th birthday. It was starting to get cold and sweater weather had arrived.

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Syd is adorable. Her timberlands matched her sweater and twas cute.

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Enjoy this angsty photo of me in a castle.

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A poem by Miro (from a Miro museum we visited). My favorite line:

sous la robe miniscule

d’une clarté jetée sur les épaules

le printemps prend par le main

l’innocence de la route

(in the tiny dress/of a jetty thrown upon the shoulders/spring takes the innocence of the road by the hand)

I like it because I don’t understand it but at the same time I do a little bit. I’m going to get deep temporarily and say that is a metaphor for life. Bam. Depth.

XX, The Girl in the Little Black Dress

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