“The secret of blue is well kept. Blue comes from far away. On its way, it hardens and changes into a mountain. The cicada works at it. The birds assist. In reality, one doesn’t know….The mystery of sapphire, mystery of Sainte Vierge, mystery of the siphon, mystery of the sailor’s collar, mystery of the blue rays that blind and your blue eye which goes through my heart.”
— Jean Cocteau, from “The Secret of Blue”
“Blue makes no noise. It is a shy colour, without ulterior motives, forewarning or plan; it does not leap out abruptly at the eye like yellow or red, but draws it in, tames it little by little, lets it come unhurriedly, so that it sinks in and drowns, unaware.”
— Jean-Michel Maulpoix, A Matter of Blue: Poems
“Blue still brings a principle of darkness with it. This colour has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye. As a hue it is powerful but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity is, as it were, a stimulating negation.”
— Goethe, Theory of Colours
“Blue has no dimensions, it is beyond dimensions, whereas the other colours are not. They are pre-psychological expanses, red, for example, presupposing a site radiating heat…All colours arouse specific associative ideas, psychologically material or tangible, while blue suggests at most the sea and sky, and they, after all, are in actual, visible nature what is most abstract.”
— Yves Klein, Selected Writings
“For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.”
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
henry viii’s fear of illness is actually fascinating; there’s potentially a really interesting dichotomy between its manifestation in the first half of his life vs. the reason for its existence in the second half…
so to see it reduced by borman to him being ‘a sheep in wolf’s clothing’ (????) is like. really disappointing.
two strangers pretend to be engaged to appease the wrath of an angry, blonde mother who will comment on the woman’s loneliness throughout christmas dinner
ordinary new york city girl falls in love with the prince of a small and entirely white european country
corporate shill learns how to love from a small town business owner running a bookshop/dog park/inn/christmas tree farm
two strangers get stuck in an enchanted vacation home that tricks them into falling in love
an unhappy extremely rich widower hires a woman to be a governess/tutor/party planner for his children in the style of sound of music
two strangers get trapped in a magic elevator and are forced (??) to be unfaithful to their current partners
two corporate shills compete over a promotion and eventually realize they want to fuck on the desk
two traveling strangers get stuck in a snow storm and fall in love in a small, conveniently placed, overly christmasy inn
business woman returns to her hometown for work and reunites with her overly masculine ex boyfriend
person A (talented) enlists help from person B (just hot) to win a floral/ice carving/baking/parade competition
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