Blood and Pudding was started on a vintage typewriter. The sound of tap, clack echoed throughout the house until my parents finally got a word processor, thus helping with the night disturbances. I get nostalgic for the writers who produced pages upon pages on their trusty machines, sometimes with only bourbon and cigarettes for company.
A few nights ago Bella and I watched snippets of Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, where he sat at his typewriter, (it was 2005) listening to Candle in the Wind on repeat. With a sly smile, he banged out a few sentences, every once in a while taking a drink of Wild Turkey on the rocks. We set the computer on repeat and listened to the same song while discussing upcoming photo shoots and sliding our hands over grainy black and whites of Marilyn Monroe. Sometimes you have to hit rewind in order to fast forward. We agreed, that both of us had been born in the wrong time. And so the night ended in a blur of conversations about the "American Dream", photographs, and art.
This morning I woke up to the sound of rain pouring. It was going to be a slow day. I could feel it in my bones. I made coffee, sliced up bread and slathered it with butter in jam. I remembered France and instantly wanted to pore over every Jacque Prevert poem there was. And yet, I headed back into the bedroom and put paint to paper. I have deadlines you know.
Bella awoke a few hours later and the sounds of Frida could be heard from her room. Frida Kahlo, my favorite painter in existence. I couldn't help but poke my head in a few times and then run back to my bedroom where I could both paint and touch the pages of her journal. And then I was torn, between Spanish and French, my two greatest loves, and by being torn, I have never mastered either. But something was stirring again, that need, to paint, write, create, entertain, and live.
What inspires me most is the past. I love vintage culture. My friend Gabby did an interview with Queens of Vintage, a site I love more than glitter (that's a lot). In it she said:
I am a devotee of vintage for its history – I love the fact that every item has a story, a past that isn’t just born in a factory shipped to a shop! I feel the same about couture- there is always a tale to tell and it seems more personal. Nothing beats the feeling of a dress that feels like it was made to fit your body, especially if it was actually made for another in the Thirties, Forties and beyond!
I couldn't agree more, and this plays into my life in so many ways. Although, I am always moving forward, I am inspired by the past. My book was inspired by the past on many different levels as well as my art. Blood and Pudding started on a typewriter, typewritten pages cut and glued gently into leather bound journal. These were same journals that I wrote goals to travel to Europe and live as much as I could, like the "Beats" did. I always wanted to be Kerouac. We took polaroids, and had mini recorders on us at all times.
Tonight I pulled out the typewriter and clacked out a few words in between running to the closet and pulling out my new vintage dress. I bought it just the other day. The moment I saw it, I knew it was mine, that it would fit me, and whoever owned it before, had my essence. Sometimes you can just feel it.
Vintage Dress: $30 Goodwill