Homesick For Once
- Me: Questo é la prima volta in quattro mese che voglio andare a casa.
- Vale: Perché?
- Me: Um, well i miei amici a casa si stanno . . . uhh . . .
- Vale: Laureando.
- Me: Sí
- Vale: Yes I understand, Jo'. I miei amici da casa si hanno laureato.
- Me: When?
- Vale: Un mese fa.
- Me: It hurt to watch.
- Vale: Yes, yes, I know.
- I then went to the kitchen to eat the worst-made pasta and salad I've ever made, while toasting myself to day-old champagne.
- It was better than I thought.
May 23, 2013
In a parallel universe somewhere, I’m imagining myself in Venice on my couch watching myself graduate. #congratulations (at Venice)
May 23, 2013
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different — Life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself. A girl should be two things: who and what she wants.
– Coco ChanelMay 13, 2013
I ask if, like Clark Kent, who aspired to a normal life he could never really have, they ever feel trapped by the decision to put on superhero costumes all those years ago—that they have to be these robots now, whether they want to or not. Actually what I ask is:
Is there ever a moment where you’re like, “I have to put on the fucking cape again”?
De Homem-Christo, confused, turns to his bandmate. His English is very good but prone to occasional breakdowns in response to stupid questions. “Fucking what?”
Bangalter switches to French—C’est comme, “Ah, merde, encore on met la cape de super-héros.” C’est comme les mecs qui sont—then turns back to me: “No.”
“No, we don’t,” de Homem-Christo says.
