Orlando

Orlando

You're mine. 
Why?
Because I adore you. 

These lines, repeated and ingeniously inverted, stayed with me, maybe because I was reading an old essay on the Isla Vista shooting yesterday. How many women have lost everything because of a man's faith in his own sexual entitlement? And how often has that been sold to us in art (in life) as love?  

A dachshund sleeps on Tilda Swinton's face.

ICE SKATING! 

I fuck with this movie.