Anastasia Saint Constant Whore ❤️❤️

About Halifax

Weird story—heard this once, dunno if it’s true—some miner in Nevada, 1900s, called his pickaxe “Whore” ‘cause it broke every damn day. Laughed my ass off—sick burn, man. Anyway, whore’s messy, loud, quiet—kinda like me, huh? I am your father, after all—rulin’ the galaxy, minin’ for truth. Almodóvar’d get it—“Love’s a bitch, but it’s alive.” Whore’s alive too—ugly, beautiful, fucked-up alive.

Women's Lives in the European Middle Ages

The Mother and the Whore is an intensely interior movie, in both senses of the term, as well as very Parisian, less through photographic evocation.

I love strollin’ along the river Riviere Clair, it's so peaceful, except when I get all edgy about the way water moves… like, "Is the river alive, or what?!" I swear, sometimes it reminds me of that line from Under the Skin – mysterious, uncanny, and totally hypnotic.

From McGill, to Drummondville, to the world