Felt like I should be writing today, partly because I was inspired and because it’s cathartic. Hope you all enjoy!
a million and one sunsets cannot match the beauty of your smile // red lipstick smears on your coffee cup // and he says “care to come home with me?”
sitting by the fireside with your oversized sweater, tired eyes // flawless without even having to try // please don’t break my heart tonight.
whispers turn into giggles, giggles into laughter // acting strange for strangers // drunk on the moonlight and maybe a beer.
you’re diving into the deep end, yet again // the craters in the crescent moon start to look like swimming pools // but dear, there are no ladders up in space.
a conversation with the mirror turns into dancing in your lingerie // whiskey on the breath & a french manicure // that hair flip says: “don’t tempt me with a good time.”
perfection leads to madness, but isn’t madness genius? // that’s what they call you, glasses and all // with a heart made of crystal that’s chipped from the world’s fist.
lollipops and gumdrops, cough syrup in your cup // sickly sweet like strawberry taffy, drink it up // make a funny face and wish the next girl good luck.
smoking outside of the city lines // the sky is red and you feel so alive // you don’t need a lighter, your penetrating gaze is the flame.
you’ll be the first to fly, so tell me what it’s like // riding on an elephant’s back, kissing another stranger goodnight // in the back of his car, another anatomy lesson.
throw another pebble into the ocean and it splashes like a stone // you put on a brave face so nobody knows // won’t you stop eating yourself alive?
your mind is like a never-ending movie, so don’t wait for those credits to roll // lucy told me that you two have met, you’re one in the same // her watercolor pictures wouldn’t let you catch your breath.
step into the flowerchild’s garden or better yet, let’s step into her head // licorice dreams melt into cotton candy scenes // use a seashell as a cellphone & hear her voice.
“Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country and by the time you were 28 years old you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true. Problem is, nobody can control the dreams they have. Especially if you were Pablo Escobar. Especially if you grew up in Colombia. There’s a reason magical realism was born in Colombia. It’s a country where dreams and reality are conflated… Where, in their heads, people fly as high as Icarus. But even magical realism has its limits. And when you get too close to the sun… Your dreams may melt away.” (Narcos, 1x03)
Go watch the video! This is a really lovely, gentle, quiet interview. Kate seems to be very much at ease and has good rapport with the interviewer (who is really good at interviewing), and it’s a slightly different side of Kate here compared to say her appearance on Seth Meyers. It all comes across as rather light and sweet, with injections of humour at various points keeping it delightful, and Kate is thoughtful, self-effacing, open and relaxed.
They discuss so many different topics, from the Ghostbusters to Kate’s childhood and Nino and her SNL work and impressions and caps it all off with Kate’s lovely rendition of ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’. (P.S. Kate can really sing and her singing voice is lovely.) This is definitely one of my favourite interviews of Kate. It’s the equivalent of curling up in bed with a cozy warm blanket and hot chocolate on a cold day and will warm the cockles of your heart.
Kate getting comfy on the chair and being glad she’s not in a skirt and munching on popcorn throughout