kate!πŸ’πŸ•Šβš‘οΈ

kate!πŸ’πŸ•Šβš‘οΈ

18 // find my words in LOVE magazine and crooked marquee, among others!

Favorite films

  • Mulholland Drive
  • Fight Club
  • Before Sunrise
  • Palo Alto

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  • The Grucifixion

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  • Non Plus One

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  • Applaud

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  • Bill and Tony

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  • House of Gucci

    House of Gucci

    β€œGucci is what I say it is.”

    There is something beautiful in how something looks re-evolves what it is: even a glass ceiling can become a stained-glass window in the eyes of the right beholder. The joy of House of Gucci is, of course, that the glasses we are cast through are those of Patrizia Reggiani; a calculated, vindictive woman whose heavily-kohled eyes and jutting jaw seem to force even the most powerful, well-connected man to his knees – or…

  • Jackie

    Jackie

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    β€œPeople need their history. It gives them strength.”

    My dad’s recent death has left me played out: I suppose no seventeen year old expects their father to walk out the house and never come back. It’s made me feel separate from the rest of the world – like I’m watching it through interrogative one-way mirrors. The similarities between JFK and my dad’s deaths, though, and the way my mum and I, and Jackie have tried to deal with it, gave…

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  • 1917

    1917

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    When I was five years old, having tea and lemonade on the hill near my house, a glider plane came ten feet from hitting me - it had fallen off course, and was trying to land. The wind funneling under its body was so great, and the sound so enormous that the scream my mother made still haunts me, twelve years later. This film is that feeling, personified. Children caught in the glare of something insurmountable, unrecognizable. Something that chills…

  • Miss Americana

    Miss Americana

    β€œThe whole school is rolling fake dice / You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

    As somebody known among my friends as the β€œindie” girl: the girl who thinks listening to The Smiths is some kind of accomplishment, and reading Sylvia Plath deserves a reward, Taylor Swift seems like a difficult person to slot into my persona, despite her being my favourite musician for the last six years. To the audience of the uncomprehending, she’s the girl who’s dated…