I don’t know how many of you are fellow Whovians, but I just had to share this gorgeous necklace I got recently. I’m a massive Who fan, and I just love this necklace. One of the things I love most about it is that it’s really well-made, which you don’t always get online, and is lovely and big (almost a couple of inches tall) so shows up well even against patterns and prints. I’ve been wearing it every day and I’m chuffed with the purchase. 

If anyone’s interested, I got it from here. They have lots of very adorable things.

Books I forgot to post back when I actually bought the books (this happens more often than it should).

A Lover’s Discourse by Roland Barthes
The Killer Inside Me by Jim Thompson
The Secret Lives of People in Love by Simon Van Booy
Love Begins in Winter by Simon Van Booy
In The Country of Men by Hisham Matar
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
Skippy Dies by Paul Murray 

I’ve already finished The Secret Lives of People in Love, In the Country of Men and Fight Club. I really can’t wait to read the rest. Nobody can deny how amazing this pile is.

Doctor: You want weapons? We’re in a library. Books! Best weapons in the world. This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have.

Great quote and as an aside, happy birthday David Tennant!

Photography, as always, is mine.

I went to see Rufus Wainwright in concert Friday night. It was a two-part performance, and the entire time it was just him and his piano. 

The first part he did something kind of pretentious. He asked for no one to applaud, no photography, no calling out. He was going to play music from his new album, All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu continuously. Now, I say it was pretentious and it was. But, my God, was it amazing. I have never been moved by music like that. The first time he opened his mouth and the first note hit the air, I gasped and felt my heart constrict. I proceeded to spend most of the night crying as wave after wave of emotion hit me with every note, every melody. It was a flawless performance that shook me completely, and the lack of applause, the lack of break, was a huge factor in gripping you completely. On the large backdrop behind him, there was a video projecting. It was an art video by Douglas Gordon. I don’t have sufficient words to explain the video eloquently. If I attempt to, it’ll sound weird. But the art had a profound impact on me as well.

During the second half, he was more relaxed, we were allowed to applaud and take photographs. He threw out little anecdotes, made jokes and played as beautifully as before. 

I had such a wonderful time. When I think of his voice or listen to a couple of the videos I took I feel my heart beat faster. I love a lot of music, and some lyrics have a great impact on me. But Rufus Wainwright is different. With him, it’s his voice and the music I’m attuned to, not the lyrics, and that’s different to how I usually am.

His mother passed away recently. His All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu album is an ode to her, in a way. While I greatly, greatly enjoyed the concert, and while the experience was beyond words, I feel like he’s taking on too much too soon. The pain in his voice wounded me. I suppose that’s a large part of why I was in tears so much of the time, I could feel his pain. And while that’s beautiful in a poetic way, it’s heartbreaking in the normal, human sense.

Favourite show: Doctor Who.