Velvet Goldmine || death of glitter ☆

happy 25th birthday to my favourite film ever

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Jonathan Rhys Meyers in Velvet Goldmine (1998)

word vomiting for the 25th about the scene ever that i will forever care about till the end of time

A big idea in velvet goldmine is that we’re seeing everything from an outside (arthur stuart) perspective. We will never fully see from these characters perspectives because we are not them and never will be. If you’re not really paying attention to the movie, it becomes easy to interpret curt and brian’s relationship as superficial but with these short moments, you see how that might not be the case.

Everytime curt and brian have some form of genuine intimacy, the movie makes it a point to take it off screen, almost to preserve the privacy of their actual relationship. Them leaving the orgy to somewhere more private, us only getting two momentary scenes of their holiday together, and their fight being private up until the last second. Jerry makes them have this public image, but their actual relationship is just for them and no one else.

Bringing the conversation back to the holiday, this scene actually kills me. It’s this small short moment of them just standing there together, holding each other. It’s not for show, no one else is there, it’s just them, this is just for their own comfort. This scene solidifies their relationship in concrete. We don’t need to see the whole thing to see how visibly tender they are with each other. This is their private little getaway together, we only get a few seconds because this isn’t ours to see, this isn’t ours to ruin.

Another thing i think is important about this scene is that it shows that this relationship isn’t one sided. Even though brian was the one that gave up on the relationship, there was a point in time where he loved curt. and while people may not agree with me on that, i think it just makes everything a whole lot sadder, because his fame did truly take everything from him. I also find this crazy because he has a whole wife????

and obviously the most important part, THEY DYED EACH OTHER HAIR!!!! THEY GOT HAIRCUTS AND HAIRDYEE!!!! THEY CHNAGRD THEIR HAIR TOGETHER!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😪😪😪😪

“Who am I? Who am I?”

“You’re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You’re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You’re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs. You’re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen. You’re a swimmer. You’re a baker. You’re a cook. You’re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You’re an excellent pianist. You’re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I’m away. You’re patient. You’re generous. You’re the best listener I know. You’re the smartest person I know, in every way. You’re the bravest person I know, in every way. You’re a lawyer. You’re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it. You’re a mathematician. You’re a logician. You’ve tried to teach me, again and again. You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.” “And who are you?" "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go.

A Little Life. Hanya Yanagihara

Peter Wever, 1950. Embrace painting

tim curry backstage of rocky horror photographed by joe gaffney x

Levitation // Beach House

As our bodies lift up slowly There’s a place I want to take you When they knocked on the door looking for you? When the unknown will surround you (Take my hand)