Scandinavian salt licorice.
I used to work for a Danish couple who always had a bag of that nasty stuff in the fridge in back: it was both unchewable, indigestible and so salty it almost burned my mouth :frown1:
Chalk me up as another person who loves the color orange, and I've noticed just one other mention of cottage cheese, which I adore though most people gag at the mention. In New England it's available with chive, which is extra yummy, but here it's either plain or with pineapple, which is not my fave.
I love post-punk at its darkest, like The Birthday Party's
Deep In The Woods or The Virgin Prunes'
Come To Daddy, both of which most people find really disturbing. I also always have either Sade's
120 Days Of Sodom or
Juliette next to my bed: I often describe
The 120 Days as the best-written unreadable book ever conceived.
I genuinely like the French in general and Parisians in particular; I'm not even sure they like themselves :tongue: I am a tireless fan of French culture, cuisine, etc. When I had the means, I owned quite a lot of French furniture, mostly late 19th-century reproductions of 18th-century originals.
I love silent movies, but costume dramas or adult-oriented films rather than comedies. I've always had a soft spot for
Theda Bara and I was
grief-stricken when
Gloria Swanson died: friends actually called me that morning to make sure I was all right.
Louise Brooks remains an
idol and muse for me and is an enormous influence on my
writing.
I actually
enjoy Eisenstein, though I prefer
October over The
Battleship Potemkin, and I rented and watched
Abel Gance's Napoleon all
in one sitting (all
240 minutes). I also own a DVD restoration-version (
30th Anniversary Edition) of Scorsese's
New York New York, which has very few fans.
I
really l
ove swing and
bebop, though I'm the only one I know who does.