You’re awesome

This Is Not A Dress Rehearsal. This Is Your Life.

No, you are awesome, Bill Murray! You are so awesome that… You just are!

Dress rehearsal? What is that?
Well, it’s something that involves clothes we talk about around here, yet something that couldn’t be talked about when talking about you, because awesome, because you!

Few people could totally carry that weight on their shoulders. What weight? Yes, that’s right. None. Zero. As in no weight regarding clothes whatsoever. That is if one can ever see clothes as a weight. Not me. I see them only with hearts-shaped-eyes. You? Whatever suits you. You be you.

Or be Bill. Hello, Bill!

I know I’m not saving the world… But something in what I’ve learned how to do or the stories that I’ve tried to tell… They’re some sort of representation of how life is or how life could be. And that gives some sort of optimism. And an optimistic attitude is a successful attitude.

I love you, Bill Murray. Thanks to the love above. Thanks to Lost in translation (by Sofia Coppola below). No trailer here (or anywhere), you know the drill and you know Scarlett Johansson.

ozinparis-lost-in-translationI am looking for pictures of you, Bill, as we speak, and all I can say now is that there’s something about your face, attitude better yet, that makes me not ever wonder about what you’re wearing. But I bet you don’t either. You, Bill. Ever.

And this is not kinky. This is style. Timeless. You are timeless, Bill.

This is a piece I have been opening and closing for a week now and have been writing and deleting for just about the same amount of time. And, today, when I found out it’s your birthday, Bill, I told myself This is it!. Again, yes. Today! Beautiful day.

It started with the picture of you pointing out to me from my phone the other day. I was in traffic (in front of a red light for a lot of minutes, we were looking at each other, you and me), thinking Ok, 3 more posts on IG and I’m done and I wasn’t. And I bumped into you. I’ve always liked you. Ever since The Groundhog Day or The Royal Tenenbaums.

Still, I lost my heart in Tokyo, a name of a song and the city I metaphorically lost my heart in after watching Lost in translation.

And it’s only when I had just found my heart that boom! This came along…

I was saying how clothes don’t matter, but did you see that vest? Style and personality have to go hand in hand like lovers do. Speaking of that – style, personality or lovers – he has that je ne sais quoi that makes you wanna kiss him and that style that makes you wanna chill. Awesomeness.

I am going to kiss Bill.

You? You’re awesome!

by Mark Seliger

@ Mark Seliger