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christophfanalways · 3 months
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6 Years Ago - December 22, 2017 -- Christoph Waltz in Downsizing hit the big screen!!
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tradwifeyy · 3 months
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The incredible urge to downsize all of my family’s clothes the the things we wear the most is soo compelling. Like we keeps 5 items of each price of clothing and donate the rest… I can’t be the only one that thinks this, am I?
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savagechickens · 1 year
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The Decision Maker.
And more decisions.
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Crystal owned a home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania for 18 yrs. and decided she needed a change, so she went tiny and moved to this 190 sq. ft  studio. 
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Her decor is inspired by a photograph of her mother from the '70s.
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Her favorite part of living in this tiny space is that she gets to see all her favorite things when she wakes up.
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Plants are an important element in Crystal's home.
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The kitchen is super-compact. 
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A shelf next to the fridge adds much-needed kitchen storage 
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Even though the space is small, Crystal goes bold with the patterns. 
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To keep it looking open, Crystal hung a beaded curtain on this tiny hall that leads to the bath and is big enough for a dresser. 
https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/crystals-healing-afrohemian-apartment-37103349
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bitchesgetriches · 1 year
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mikimeiko · 5 months
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Downsizing (Alexander Payne, 2017)
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the-masked-reviewer · 23 days
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Downsizing (2017) Review
potential spoilers ahead...
This movie had the potential to have a really good story about so many things, for example, classism, environmentalism, overpopulation. It could have been an amazing apocalyptic story too, especially once they introduce apocalypse theory shortly after the halfway point. But instead they went and made it a nothing movie with a slight romance, which to me makes no sense and is just poor writing. The ending negates every chance this movie had at making any kind of statement or commentary on literally anything. It almost feels like despite having characters straight up mention global warming, overpopulation, even going as far as making class divide jokes they never realized they could actually say something. All the building blocks are there, they are just sitting in the dialogue unutilized. Even if the lack of social commentary was a deliberate choice they still could have had a much better movie by just sticking to an apocalypse story. Instead the apocalypse is only mentioned at the very end and the MC decides to just "live" life at the very last second, literally leaving the supposedly apocalypse safe bunker, to get with a girl who he's barely even had an actual conversation with because neither of them speak the same language and made no attempt to learn.
In all honesty, the movie doesn't suck that much (I wouldn't even wish it upon my worst enemy, but details) it is just extremely frustrating to waste over 2 hours on something that had the potential to be Something instead of being just nothing. The actual story, jokes, and concept aren't mind numbingly boring, they're just an ok experience that a wasted potential turned into a terrible experience.
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tyarichtofen · 1 year
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Dusan Mirkovic - One Shot
The Neighbor - Masterlist
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Your backpack full of books glued in your back with its all weight and yet you still felt in a good mood from the day you just had. You just arrived in your building and it was now 5 pm, the day already darkened at that time of the year, in half the end of November. You walked over through the carpeted corridor, until landing in front of the elevator. Clicking the button to go down on the first floor where you are, you cross your hands over your chest. Soon enough the familiar sound of arriving rang in the empty calm surrounding the place. The door opened fluently in front of you and you stepped in. Your fingers pressed against the cool metal button and after a few seconds the door closed again slowly.
Wondering to your thoughts you found yourself thinking about your closest neighbor, Dusan Mirkovic. Well, closest, just because he is the door right next to yours actually. You didn't know if he knew you, but you knew him. Either for the loud parties he threw almost every nights or because you saw him pass from times to times. He always had a silk blue bathrobe around his figure and a cigar in one hand, his other rubbing at his forehead from the probably impossible headache due to the alcohol. It's been a long time since you admitted to yourself you found the older man attractive. Not specially something about his lifestyle but simply him. You've spent many nights wondering how it would go to knock at his door, when the parties weren't with the man. Mainly because everything was just superficial around him. Too superficial. You couldn't believe that's how such a man could be, and yet it tended to prove otherwise. But you never did, what a shame to be an introvert sometimes. And even with being is closest neighbor you hardly thought he ever acknowledged you. You had a routine that could only be described as usual, or usually annoying. Stepping out of here every morning at 7 am and coming back around 5 or 6 pm. You hardly ever saw him the evening though, more the mornings. But again, with the visible headache this man has, it seems hard to believe he'd focus on his neighbor going to school with dark circles under her eyes and almost passing out from fatigue in the elevator. Frowning at even the thought of it, you stepped out of the metal cage that transported you to your floor and began walking to your place.
You inevitably have to walk in front of his door everytime, but for once. For the very first time, just as soon as the heel of your foot made contact with the dark carpet on the floor before his door, it opened. Dusan opened his door so suddenly that you couldn't even see the door handle maneuvering. Half startled you were cut on your track, one of your hands gripping a little tighter around the straps of your backpack and your feet stuttering in your walk. Half tripping on absolutely nothing you rapidly stood back straighter than you would have wanted to. Dusan just lifted his head and had already closed his door behind him. Luckily for you he didn't saw you embarassing yourself just like that, for what could be, probably the first time he sees you. Relaxing yourself upon thinking that, your position softens and you seem more natural, at least you hope.
'Hello.' You awkwardly muttered, an inevitable reflexe, looking at the man before you. And, as if this man only had this in his wardrobe, he wore a silk blue dressing gown adoring his figure.
'Oh, hi.' He answered looking directly at you as soon as your legs went to move again, but now stangely they wouldn't cooperate anymore. Quickly his brows furrowed and he studied your face. Not fully understanding you stepped back, uncounciously intimidated.
'Ah ! But you are my cute neighbor, aren't you ?' He asked after few seconds his expression softening and one of his hands motioning to the door of your apartment. So he did notice you before.
'Me ?' You asked in disbelief, "his cute neighbor" ?? Your face quickly heated up at the compliment. Now that your eyes layed on his hand you, only now, notice that his other is full of a bag. The bag clinked at the movement of his arm and you figured it was full of emptied bottles. You had to surpress a smile at the realization.
'Well, you have to be, I see you often but you are either in a hurry or you look completely drained out of your energy. We didn't have a chance to know each other yet I'm afraid.' He explained and his hands gestured along with his words, as if he was explaining deep thoughts. But he was right though, the mornings you're in a hurry since you're always late and the evenings feels like hell in your head from passive headache. So much fatigue that you didn't even notice him this whole time, it seems. But he noticed you. And he also said he wants you to know each other. Before you could even form an answer he continued,
'I am Dusan, Dusan Mirkovic. But I have a feeling you already know who I am.' He laughed the end and you couldn't help but return it at his remark, while you noticed his Serbian accent truly is something.
'Well- if I'm completely honest yes I already know you mister Mirkovic. I'm Y/n, it's nice to finally meet you.' You say with an ease you didn't think you had. But unconciously, your fingers deepened in the fabric of your sweater as you spoke to him for the first time. Dusan seems to notice it and even if his expressions are still soft on his face, his smile faded slightly. Maybe he thought he was annoying you. Well, at this right moment it's you who thought you were annoying him.
'I see you're busy, I'm not gonna disturb you further sir.' Your smile lingering calmly on your face and you started turning away from him, ready to walk when his voice made itself hear again.
'Oh, that ? Yeah these can wait,' He tossed the bag against the light white painted wall next to his door. 'How about you come over and we drink something together, hm ?' He proposed and it seemed so genuine, so unforced that you were absolutely obliged to accept. 'That is if you want, and if you have the time for it, of course my dear.' His slight smile returned.
'Yes, I have more than the time for that on a friday sir, and it's very welcome.' His smile widened as soon as he heard your first word, and you finally reminded that; Dusan was talking to you in his usual attire which don't cover very much of him but still lets your imagination wonder to everything  and  he was inviting you to see the inside of his apartment. When he is alone.
Turning back and opening his own door for you to step in first took you back from your invasive thoughts.
'And please, stop calling me sir, I hate this.' You heard him say once you fully stepped in. His apartment was no where like yours. Hell, it wasn't even an apartment anymore this man has a full house !
'What should I call you then ?' You inquired stepping more in his remains, fully taken by your curiosity. You could hear few glasses clinking together, the sound followed by bottles clacking on his counter while he thought of an answer. You turned back to look at him from where you stood, waiting his answer.
'What about... Dusan ?' He said after pondering it for a time, you couldn't help but laugh. 'Only good girls can call me Dusan, and I bet you are one of them.' He quickly followed a smirk now playing at his lips. Ah, so there is the famous flirt Dusan always has been labeled as, you thought while a blush creeped its way all over your nose and your cheeks. Oh but you wanted this part. You cleared your throat wanting to get away of this embarassment and he only stiffled a laugh in response.
'Go for Dusan then, I guess.' You stuttered after a moment, your face still a deep shade of red. Your embarassed nature tickled Dusan's demeanour to tease you again, but he restrained himself, wanting to save some of it for later.
'What about your drink little one, what makes you envy right now ?' Your breath caught at the nickname and if you knew him at least a little better you would have answered "you", but you kept yourself from doing that at the moment.
'What do you think I like ?' You opted for, obviously a better response that what you had in mind a little earlier. Continuing your little tour on his first floor, you can't help but to lay your eyes on it. Actually it is made for that. For people to look at it, to stare at it and to admire it. And that's what you do. You stand there, in the dim light of his apartment and you admire the giant picture of himself in his living room.
He's way much younger, you figured. His face is way less tainted by the years and his hair were a darker shade. His head is tilted back a little and even though he has a mouth full of a cigar, a habit he kept, his smirk is clearly visible. Your heart almost skipped a beat at the sight. Of course you find Dusan attractive, but now that you see how he was some years ago, it's even worse. You can see that he's wearing a white shirt adorned by a tie, which make the man only better looking.
You hear his bare footsteps coming next to you and you deviate your gaze elsewhere than the ridiculously giant picture of himself hanging in his living room. Looking back at him after a few seconds, you can't help but to imagine the man before you as well dressed as his younger self. And you also think that over the years he didn't lose one bit of charm, he even gained some. You force yourself to suppress it when he hands you a glass full of a caramel colored liquid, the same beverage seems to be in his.
'Thank you sir.' You smile at him and he raise an eyebrow in response. 'Ah, sorry,' You laugh sheepishly. 'Thank you Dusan.' Your gaze goes to your hands, both of them around the glass, as soon as your mouth said his name aloud and when he hummed, audibly pleased.
'Was I not beautiful before ?' He sighed, bowing his head. Obviously mentioning the picture the both of you were facing. If you had to be completely honest, yes. Yes he was, and it's obvious he knows it, but he still is. Thinking of an appropriate answer you watch him close his eyes, like in defeat. A tender smile spread across your face, and your eyes went back on the picture you were standing before.
'In my opinion, you still are.' You said, taking a sip of the rum he had poured you. How could he guess it was your favourite alcohol ? You had no idea, and you didn't really care at the moment. Pondering one of your earlier thoughts about the man, and, you think you might be right. He's too superficial. No one is this way naturally. It must hide some sick loneliness or something. And when his face lighted up slightly at your honest statement, you only could think it was true. Both your sentence and his character trait.
Dusan slumped loudly in his white sofa behind the both of you with a loud sigh, and you just remarked that there were a sofa this whole time. He just layed there, his arms hovering over his eyes while you sat quietly next to him. Admiring the man in his whole being. The smile didn't leave your face this whole time. But one question popped in your head.
'You're not gonna have a party tonight Dusan ?' You half joked when you saw the dark sky presenting itself outside his horrendeously enormous windows, which offered at least a pleasant view of the city you lived in. Even though you weren't the kind to enjoy this much luxury, you had to admit it suited perfectly the image mister Mirkovic wanted to reflect.
'So you never noticed ?' He asked, his voice calm while he didn't bothered with opening his eyes back. Noticed what ? Taking your silent as an agreement to his words he continued,  'After I figured you don't have school on saturday, I thought my pretty neighbor could enjoy some sleep after a whole week. So I stopped having parties on friday nights.' He stated, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
People worked every day and yet every nights he didn't care for their sleep. But you, the lucky neighbor. He gave you a rest. Your heart made loopings in your rib cage at the tenderness of the gesture.
'Thank you, Dusan, really. I don't think a lot of neighbors would have done that actually. And I appreciate the sleep I can enjoy every friday, even more now.' The smile on your face could be heard and so he returned it.
Sitting up with an old man sigh, he turned to you and said, 'And, like I imagined it, it is more pleasant to pass the evening in your company.'
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mashupofmylife · 7 months
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ever need motivation to go through your shit and clean out your house? start marathoning hoarders. be back later once I've downsized and gotten rid of all the yarn I'm never going to use
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littlemisswaltz · 1 year
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Can we just talk about how hot Dusan is?? Just rewatched some of Downsizing and ohhhhhh my Lord.
Y’all should ask me stuff about my oc for that verse.
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benbunny · 10 months
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Downsizing continues! These are all AG-branded items, I’ll send them to you free for just the cost of shipping!! Reply to the post or DM me if you want any or all! I have a handful of posts like this coming, all tagged “downsizing”.
List of what’s in the photo: Courtney’s bean bag chair, AGOT Urban meet skirt, Courtney splatter-paint scrunchie (doll+kid sized), AG rewards birthday bracelets, Be Yourself Beret, Kaya’s new meet accessories (somehow I ended up with two full sets??), AG fashion show sparkly shoes with box, sparkle vest/coat from one of their recent mix n match lines, and Snowy Chic fuzzy boots. Second photo (forgot in the first) is tagged PC, but I don’t know from which set/doll.
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devouringyourson · 2 years
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might have to start a letterboxd list of like 'maybe these weren't as bad as everyone said' or like 'flops we should all revisit'
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cemyafilmarsiv · 8 days
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....human scale and sustainability.
Downsizing directed by Alexander Payne
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chickenhuggit · 9 days
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i watched the movie Downsizing the other day. It had a lot of interesting material, well thought out details, and then it just gets totally sidetracked by climate doomerism?
in the movie they discover a method with which they can shrink down plants and animals by several orders of magnitude. like these adults are now 3 inches tall.
they market it as the answer to climate change. smaller people produce less pollution, and consume less resources.
Well, no. they actually market it as a lifestyle of luxury. because everything is way cheaper for small people, you can liquidate your assets, and retire in tiny luxury.
and... how about the tiny people cleaning the tiny houses?
so we get this really cool reveal of where the impoverished small people are living, and what their conditions are like. We meet a woman who was a climate activist in vietnam, who was downsized against her will, and escaped prison in a tv box. She lost her leg in the ordeal.
i'm a big fan of her character, but i wasn't a big fan of some of the jokes made at her expense.
but the movie goes off to norway, literally in a tiny boat that would not be sea worthy. and here in norway they grapple with the news that "It's Too Late" and there is no reversing climate change.
thankfully the little colony in Norway has built a bunker to escape it! And suddenly the movie is way more interested in this bunker and climate doomerism than it is in the very interesting ideas this movie is sold on!
I wanted the movie to examine the class relationships among the small people. Who's making all this tiny furniture? It's too small to have been made by human scale people. Like making consumer products at that scale is in no way cheaper than their full scale versions
THEY HAVE TINY IPHONES
AND THEY WORK EXACTLY THE SAME THEY JUST HAVE A STUPID LITTLE ANTENNAE
WHO BUILT THAT PHONE PAUL
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tinyhouseexpedition · 12 days
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Solo Woman Designed Her Dream Tiny House & got Land BUT had to Pivot
Meet Shelly, who lives in a beautiful tiny house with her dog, Miley. It's 10-ft wide by 28-ft long. She designed it herself around her needs, and Korallus Tiny Homes brought it to life.
Her journey was full of ups & downs, like buying land only for the local land use laws to change unexpectedly, forcing her to switch gears. She ended up moving into the LuxTiny tiny home community and is so happy she did! 
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