Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Falling into the world of Wes Anderson

Sunday evening we finished an amazingly warm weekend watching The Grand Budapest Hotel. Maria and I had been urgently wanting to see it! I am not going to critique the film here, I'll leave that to the critics. Only it was an absolute Marvel to the eye! (I think Gustave H would have described it in this way)

Here are10 reasons why I feel that Wes and I would make the very best of friends.

Images are from my Favourites: The Grand Budapest Hotel, Mooonrise Kingdom, Life Aquatic, Rushmore, The Darjeeling Limited, The Royal Teneabaums

  • He clearly loves people - All his characters are warm and funny and likable (Apart from his awful villains, who are greedy and spiteful and deserve to face their flaws) 

  •  We both LOVE the colour yellow

  •  He loves childhood memories - Tents, Music, books, 

  • He loves hand written letters

  •  He is obsessed with detail and the very fine touches that makes things 'real'

  •  His attention to costume and set design is amazing - I would definitely hire him to be my personal stylist

  • He loves a good old adventure

  •  He celebrates friendships and families in every film

  •  He makes outsiders cool

  • His world through a camera is better and brighter than life itself and he's not afraid to be silly!

Thank you Wes Anderson, for sharing your world! 

Gem x

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

...hanging with the boys

My oldest friends and me have all had boys. Honestly-there is not a girl in sight! Between us there are 7 boys under 7-one for every year-and, I know this sounds nauseating, but they all get on famously. I think I must still have some baby hormones floating around in me because lately just watching them play together makes me well up a little. They are just amazing.

A little while ago we took them out to the woods for a play. Boys being boys they found sticks and branches and hacked at things as they walked/ran along. They raced, scooted, fell over and had to change trousers, ate sandwiches with mucky hands, and tried to drag back trees that had fallen in the storms. They found dens built by previous visitors and hid out in them, and collected sticks, pine cones and stones to bring home. At times they felt brave and wondered off the path a little, but always within sight of their mamas. All in all it was a perfect afternoon. 

Man, I love the boys.

Maria x