Hello, I'm Rachel.

I am 25 and I live in NYC, but I grew up chasing tumbleweeds and hornytoads in New Mexico. I write things for a living, for now. I like the arts, photographs, old movies, the web, and the city, and tend to wonder how each influences the other. I thought this might be a good place to collect a few of the million images, sounds and ideas I get distracted by every day--sentimental though they may be. Welcome to my corner.

And if you just want to say hi, please do. I write back.

Aug 13
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What it sounds like when James Wood analyzes children's literature:

[In Robert McCloskey’s “Make Way for Ducklings,” Mr. and Mrs. Mallard are trying out the Boston Public Garden for their new home, when a swan boat (a boat made to look like a swan but actually powered by a pedal-pushing human pilot) passes them. Mr. Mallard has never seen anything like this before. McCloskey falls naturally into free indirect style: “Just as they were getting ready to start on their way, a strange enormous bird came by. It was pushing a boat full of people, and there was a man sitting on its back. ‘Good morning,’ quacked Mr. Mallard, being polite. The big bird was too proud to answer.” Instead of telling us that Mr. Mallard could make no sense of the swan boat, McCloskey places us in Mr. Mallard’s confusion; yet the confusion is obvious enough that a broad ironic gap opens between Mr. Mallard and the reader (or author). We are not confused in the same way as Mr. Mallard; but we are also being made to inhabit Mr. Mallard’s confusion.] - From How Fiction Works

Hee. {via}

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Copperline was my favorite song until I was old enough to know better.

I think I’m coming back around to it. I really need a vacation in a woodsy cabin so I can get all of this out of my system STAT. Otherwise I will keep looking up ashrams in the Catskills and fetishizing fair isle sweaters and rewriting my own history to convince myself that I really liked activities like camping when I was little, when I most definitely thought that tent material smelled like mud and bad decisions made with salesboys at Patagonia. Not to mention all this rocking of old J. Tay. It’s unhealthy on all levels.

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Paul Wetherell for POP Magazine.
I cannot get down with seamed hose ever coming back, but the rest of this is deliciously Mad Men and therefore a reference for my autumn wardrobe overhaul.

Paul Wetherell for POP Magazine.

I cannot get down with seamed hose ever coming back, but the rest of this is deliciously Mad Men and therefore a reference for my autumn wardrobe overhaul.

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swoon

(…i am off to meet Chuck Bass)
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The summer of ‘08, historians will most likely tell us, signaled the rise of a multi-power, non-Western-dominated planet. It also was the time when it became clear that the American Century would not lap over from the 20th into the 21st.
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Or when I take out my angst in photoshop.
Or when I take out my angst in photoshop.
Aug 12
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AKA: What my friends say when I am slow to answer gchat

  • A: ???
  • A: i am going to skin you and wear you as a capelet
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Charles Cushman, Broome Street, 1942
Charles Cushman, Broome Street, 1942
Aug 09
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Sometimes the NYT is hilarious.

[And not only in Africa. Women were not allowed to participate at the 1896 Summer Games in Athens, the first Olympics of the modern era. They were expected to contribute applause, not athletic skill. Not until 1984 were women permitted to run the Olympic marathon, in reefer-madness fear that they might grow old too soon with such exertion; or worse, they might grow a mustache.

Or their uterus would fall out, as if it were a transmission.]

-From Once Banned, Women Now Center Stage at Games