Geburtstag / Birthday Gesucht / Wanted Hochzeit / Wedding Jahrgang / Vintage Jazz Kleid / Dress Seattle Trug / Wore Unter Tage / Underground Verein / Club
I wanted to write a voice that for me, as a reader, had been missing from the chorus: the voice of an angry woman.
I never wanted a big wedding. I never wanted to wear a white dress or throw a bouquet.
I'm not just a voice who wants to sing on anything. I co-produce, I want to select who comes in and plays on what songs, who to duet with and all of it.
Waging war we understand, but not waging peace, or at any rate less consciously so.
I wanted to find people who were like me, and I did, in the people I was reading.
A 1920s dress I wore on my 21st birthday... literally disintegrated on me. I had the most wild debauched night. And that disintegrated dress sits in my closet - such a great memory.
I want to understand more about the world while I'm still here.
The warning message we sent the Russians was a calculated ambiguity that would be clearly understood.
I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent, and there were 150 people waiting for me, all wearing masks of my face.
