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‘Choose… designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you’ve never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank ‘til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who’ve had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it’s better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you’d done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there’ll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose life.’

T2 Trainspotting (2017)

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She had a poignantly vacant, vulnerable quality that made her a reflection of everybody’s private fantasies. Taxi could be anything you wanted her to be—a little girl, a woman, intelligent, dumb, rich, poor—anything. She was a wonderful, beautiful blank. The mystique to end all mystiques. -Andy Warhol

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Screen Test: Edie Sedgwick [ST 310]

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“The state took him away. It’s weird, cause stuff happens and you don’t really notice it while it’s happening… life is sort of passing by. I held him once. Yeah, he felt so nice in my arms. And then they took him away. And I’m gonna hold him again. I’m gonna hold him real tight. I’m gonna hold him so tight that no one can ever take him away from me ever again.”

— Nikki, Spun (2002)

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Spun (2002)

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Spun (2002)

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T2 TRAINSPOTTING 2017 dir. Danny Boyle

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“Choose your future. Choose life, but why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.”

Trainspotting (1996) dir. Danny Boyle

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Personality, I mean that’s what counts, right? That’s what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin’s got a great fucking personality.

Trainspotting (1996) dir. Danny Boyle

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“I made a mask out of my face because I didn’t realize I was quite beautiful. God blessed me so. I practically destroyed it. I had to wear heavy black eyelashes like bat wings, and dark lines under my eyes, and cut all my hair off, my long dark hair. Cut it off and strip it silver and blonde. All those little manoeuvres I did out of things that were happening in my life that upset me.”

— Edie Sedgwick

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greateststar:

Edie Sedgwick and Andy Warhol with a bunch of Factory regulars, including Lou Reed, Paul Morrissey, and Gerard Malanga.  December 1965, photographed by Nat Finkelstein.

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