Pulp Fiction is probably my favourite film of all time. I first saw it aged 12 (just don’t tell my mum) and it was a great introduction to the world of film. I might not have understood everything, but it opened my eyes to Tarantino’s brand of clever artistry and got me wanting more from the television and film I consumed.
I’ve watched it roughly once a year since and every time I watch it I gain something new. I came across this Pulp Fiction in chronological order infographic recently and I didn’t know whether to share… I think it could take some of the pleasure away. If you are yet to watch the film avert your eyes; bookmark the infographic and only come back to it once you’ve watched Pulp Fiction a handful of times.
I’m a big fan of anything related to The New Yorker, so much so that I wrote my dissertation on the short stories published in the magazine. I think I have a copy of nearly every book published about The New Yorker and it’s fair to say nobody does a front page cover like they do.
The New Yorker covers can be funny, witty and smart which is why I’ve added these New Yorker magazine beach towels to my wishlist this summer.
I love style guides and think they are important for the future of the newspaper industry. A newspaper should not make sweeping statements or use colloquial terminology; I look to newspapers for the facts and to blogs for interpretation.
That said, style guides are always an amusing read. Today I stumbled across the Telegraph’s style guide and couldn’t resist a peek at their list of banned words. Here are a few of my favourites:
bubbly (both for champagne and young women)
come out (for homosexual and lesbian people)
disgraced managers, innocent victims and all their tribe are out
perverted Scout leaders
Best of all, the words ‘toff’ and ‘Europhobe’ are also banned from the Telegraph. I wonder why…!
I’ve discovered Short Imagined Monologues, a website for short imagined monologues (funnily enough). They take submissions and I’m tempted to put pen to paper and give it my best shot.
My favourite so far – ‘I’m Comic Sans, Asshole’ by Mike Lacher
You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.
Think about it. Seriously. What would you wear to an interview with Anna Wintour?
It ‘s a terrifying question. I have no desire to work for Vogue but this dilemma has sent my mind into overdrive!
I can feel Meryl Streep Anna looking down on me already. My wardrobe consists of a few nice pieces from high end stores that I found in charity shops and cardigans from Primark that I’ve owned for six years. The outfit that gets the most comments at work is a dress from Tesco’s (it’s surprisingly nice. Shocker.)
So what would I wear? My Joseph skirt (charity shop, £4) is too short and too tight. My gorgeous long-sleeve ‘vintage’ (my mum’s) black dress is just a little too… Black. And I just can’t tie the bow on my grey Hobbs NW3 dress all that well.