Hannah. 17. Los Angeles.

I like: coffee, Vogue, Manhattan, Charles Bukowski, Woody Allen, writing, reading, Mad Men, Sex and the City, strawberries, traveling, sleeping in, Lolita, museums, sushi, and Audrey Hepburn.

Movies- American Beauty, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Annie Hall, Argo, The Royal Tenenbaums, A Single Man, Masculin Feminin, Manhattan, Midnight In Paris, Requiem for a Dream, A Serious Man, Amelie, The Graduate, The Virgin Suicides, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Pulp Fiction, Lost in Translation, The Darjeeling Limited, 500 Days of Summer, An Education, I Am Love, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Fargo, Everything Is Illuminated, 8 1/2, La Dolce Vita, Hannah and Her Sisters, Inglourious Basterds, and Fight Club.

Authors- Charles Bukowski, Kurt Vonnegut, Vladimir Nabokov, Oscar Wilde, Haruki Murakami, Albert Camus, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jeffrey Eugenides, Franz Kafka, J.D. Salinger, Aldous Huxley, Chuck Palahniuk, e.e.cummings, Hermann Hesse, and Guy de Maupassant. 

Music- Simon and Garfunkel, The Strokes, The Shins, Foster the People, Spoon, Matt and Kim, The xx, Pink Floyd, Arcade Fire, Arctic Monkeys, Black Keys, Frank Ocean, Grouplove.

TV- Homeland, The Newsroom, Sex and the City, Mad Men, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Weeds, Arrested Development, How I Met Your Mother, The Office.

Artists + Photographers- Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Amedeo Modigliani, Rene Magritte, Wassily Kandinsky, Arshile Gorky, Paul Gaugin, Jackson Pollock, Marc Chagall, Paolo Roversi, Patrick Demarchelier, Irving Penn, Richard Avedon, Herb Ritts, Annie Leibovitz, Steven Meisel, and William Eggleston.

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.” -Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)