This message was written by the co-creator of Muse Magazine at my school and the message is so beautiful that it is my duty to share:
You may not have heard of “Art Paralysis” before but chances are you’ve experienced it at some point in your life. Whether it’s when you gave up on finger painting, or when your beloved guitar began gathering dust in the garage - there is always that moment where the “real world” steps in and your passion for creation becomes a memory rather than a way of life. It’s easy to get lost in the campus search for who we’re meant to “be” and forget how to “create”, but the subtle hints of street graffiti, napkin poetry and singing-in-the-shower remind us that Art is not dead. Muse Magazine is a community at Queen’s University that pays tribute to these flirtations with creativity, and hopes to project the artistic voice. As Co-Creator of the first Fashion, Art, Entertainment and Lifestyle publication to hit Queen’s Campus, “Muse Magazine” not only aims to support aspiring artists photographers, poets, designers, writers, comedians, and creators - but also to encourage readers and students to find inspiration in one another and partake in a movement to keep their inner artist alive.
Today I finally saw The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo after reading the book and anticipating its release. Save for the slight yet major modification - I can’t explain it without spoiling the story - to the plot, I enjoyed it greatly. Thought it better - in fact, way better - than its Swedish original. Most of all, the casting was spot on. The characters were believable and suited the book’s descriptions. Interestingly though the director was sparing about Blomkvist’s sexual affairs. With Daniel Craig playing the character, I’m left wondering why? It seems completely illogical. But no matter, the movie was great, and better yet, it was better than its Swedish counterpart.
What deserves special mention is the sartorial elegance of the entire film. Refined, chic, understated, and sexy, which is quintessentially Swedish style.* And those glasses that Daniel Craig wore in that suave, cool manner that only a Secret Service agent can pull off? I want them. My bet is that they’re Oliver Peoples. I wish I had screen caps to make my point about the movie’s fashion. Those shall be for a future post, but as for now:
#fuckyeahblomkvist
Oh right, the Swedish accent that some of the actors put on were thoroughly amusing! Mikael “Bloomk-VEEST” - pretty LAWLs. And when Martin put on Enya during that pivotal scene towards the end, I literally laughed the eff out loud.
*Side note: I was so impressed on my trip to Stockholm by the impeccable sense of style that the Swedes seemed to possess, men and women alike. It was as if it was innate for them. Hang out with me for an afternoon in Södermalm and you will see. Take my word, guys, red socks are in. Americans would serve themselves well to take heed.
Case in point (red socks):
