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| from the opening scene of the lovers on the bridge (1991) (dir. leos carax) |
if i had instagram stories i would post a video of the hot rods i saw slowriding down st marks last night high on their hydraulic lifts popping music
& if i had instagram stories i would post a picture of the black snow mountains lining the sidewalk w the caption 'i love the dirty snow'
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& if i had instagram stories i would post two screenshots from the lovers on the bridge:
the opening scene, of zooming thru a pale blue tunnel cut w red light
& the scene in the subway tunnel in autumn, when michèle says to alex, make it all big for me
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& if i had instagram stories & no scruples about getting out my camera when a human moment is happening,
which is not the case in real life, but if it was,
i would post a picture of sunny dashing out of breeze nails last night 11 pm waving her arm with abandon as if to a departing train, yelling,
emily!
oh?
thank you for flower!
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& if i had instagram stories i would post something to allude to a new expanse of feeling, a night sky observed from a mountain, something deep & suggestive & dark blue
