Love Birds, directed by Brian Lye, made me clap for joy last weekend. Shot in the beautiful hillsides of the Czech Republic, it is everything a narrative short film should be. Right down to its subtitles (it has them and I love to read), humanoid birds (awwwww, you're cute and uncanny), foreshadowing (I love to know and not know what is happening at the same time), and real live PERFECTION (it was shot on 35mm film with just 15 minutes of material). The trailer is below.

Love Birds - Trailer from Brian Lye on Vimeo.



Vashti Bunyan is WONDERFUL. If you haven't seen From Here to Before, a documentary about her life and music, you should. Right now, walk outside and ask every person you see if they have it. "The internet doesn't have this film," you should shout at them.

I watched it a few years ago when it first came out. I was very sleepy that night, and as the film projected onto the screen, I was sinking into my darling's arms and Vashti's fairy music lulled me to sleep. We should all be so lucky to have such vulnerable moments in public. But now I am trying so very hard to find the film and relive her story of flitting in and out of the music business and hiding away in the countryside to raise babies and farm.

Vashti's Just Another Diamond Day was the soundtrack to my fairy birthday party this year, her and Donovan's A Gift From a Flower to a Garden. I wish I could have caravanned with her in a covered wagon through the hills of Scotland on the road to Donovan's hippie commune island.

If you want to frolic and play, listen to Just Another Diamond Day

She is such a GEM!



Lio is the cutest teenage pop star EVERRR. She sings songs about Bébés Vampires, Banana Splits, and Speedy Gonzales! With help from Jacno (Jacques Duvall) and her rad dance moves, she became a hit in France and sold millions of records.  




Errol Morris's film Gates of Heaven is a fascinating glimpse into the world of failed pet cemeteries, successful pet cemeteries, rendering plants, Bubbling Wells Pet Memorial Park, and real live HUMAN BEINGS from 1978!

Each shot is perfect. Every person interviewed is perfect. I can't stop staring at all these stills, the colors are so vivid.

The second to last shot is beautiful! ORANGE, YELLOW, GREEN! This couple is able to smile amid a wall of cacti while they ponder the mysteries of canine afterlife.

You should see this movie if you haven't already. Werner Herzog ate his shoe so that Errol Morris would make the film. Pretty cute and what a wonderful first film to make!


The House Without Windows & Eepersip's Life There: A View

Let me take you for a moment to a window for a glimpse into the mind of a brilliant eight-year-old girl, Miss Barbara Newhall Follett, who put her fingers to keys in 1923 and ended up with The House Without Windows & Eepersip's Life There. The story begins with a little girl named Eepersip who lives in a cottage with her parents at the edge of a meadow. She asks to grow a beautiful flower garden in her backyard and spends most of her time basking in the sun and admiring the blooms. One day she packs a picnic and wanders off into the forest never to return.

Eepersip's journey reifies the attractions that all children have to moss, daffodils, bubbling brooks and fireflies. We watch as Eepersip becomes a wood nymph, a sprite, a forest fairy and we too are transformed by a longing to be free, to leap in the meadow while butterflies kiss our elbows, our bellies full of ripe blackberries.

What is most remarkable to me about Eepersip's path into the forest is that her renouncement of civilization stems not from lack but from love. Every moment in the story is infinite. Every glance, taste and step is a new world for her to enjoy. She is an otherworldly being who climbs the highest peaks and navigates the open sea, and whisks her little sister away with the scent of honeysuckle.

I am awestruck by how perfectly the book captures the sublime beauty of the natural world.

This little white figurine reminds me of Eepersip's kitten Snowflake, whom she steals from two little girls, Caireen and Flitterveen (WHAT NAMES!).

The House Without Windows was written by Barbara as a present for her mother. After the encouragement of her father, she revised it for print. I have photographed the entire Historical Note written by Barbara's father, Wilson Follett, and it describes in detail the circumstances of the book. The rest of Barbara's story is quite sad, The Lapham Quarterly wrote a small article on her and her disappearance from the world.

I am anxious to find a copy of Barbara: The Unconscious Autobiography of a Child Genius, which is a collection of Barbara's writings compiled by her mother and an editor. Also, please let me know if you hear of a copy of The Voyage of Norman D. floating around.

The House Without Windows is difficult to get your hands on and I was lucky to have been gifted it earlier this year. I waited for the perfect afternoon to start the book and put it down when the sun set, it didn't come out again until a recent sun-filled day and I finished it with delight. When a book is this special, it commands a moment a wonderful as it in which to be consumed.

A beautiful painting of the sea by my grandmother. Can't you just see Eepersip bobbing in the waves?