Christmas Day, 2009, Venice.
Nice - December 2009
Nice - December 2009
Songs for inspiration:
- Grizzly Bear - Deep Blue Sea
- Miike Snow - Black and Blue
- Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky
- Noah and the Whale - Blue Skies
- Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Shade of Blue
- Cary Brothers - Blue Eyes
- and, just because it's a classic - Feist - Mushaboom
Story of the day: trying desperately to come up with something that revolves around blue, but all I can think of is the Blue Bloods series by Melissa De La Cruz. Think "Gossip Girl" (I know, I know) meets the Mortal Instruments trilogy. Ultimate girly young-adult lead with kickass mythological/biblical references for the slightly more intelligent-than-average reader. I.e., this makes it 103829te8393 x better than Twighlight (gag!), Sookie Stackhouse, Vampire Academy, PC Cast's latest literary eroticism hidden beneath the guise of a teen read, and so on, by far.
Alternatively, try F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night for the opulent atmosphere found solely in the South of France. The Divers are the centres of attention in the creme de la creme of the local American expats. Rosemary Hoyt, an up-and-coming actress, is the ultimate girl of the 20's: flighty, naive and oddly rational. She, naturally, runs into them whilst seeking those ridiculous pebbled beaches in Nice, and is drawn in by their magnetism and unusual relationship. It gives a hint of the forbidden, of decadence and mindless pleasure - of seeking what you want, taking it, only to have all those loose threads unravelled...
If we're comparing them, then I can say that Tender is the Night has to be my favourite out of all F. Scott Fitzgerald's work - it's so much deeper, darker, liked the edges have been singed and glued back together, than anything I've read in such a long time. It makes you feel. It makes The Great Gatsby look like the rich cousin who's trying to endear themselves to a poor relative, but only succeeds in appearing young and pompous. I'm not even going to try to relate it to Blue Bloods, because there is no comparison: this is in a completely different league above the rest.
The rough, molten heat of warmed tiles pales in comparison to all those pebbled beaches, but is far more amenable to soaking up some sun. In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with dreams of my future villa in Nice, all those intwined azures and cobalts and turquoises sinking into the perfect blue beneath my eyelids.
( Before you say anything, YES, I am procrastinating. Of course I'm procrastinating, I practically invented that word.)