World's No. 1 Best Worst Detective Agency.
Outside of James Joyce's Finnegan's Wake, Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow might be one of the more difficult novels I've attempted to read; I was going along until a math equation popped up and I had to make a swift exit. Which is why when Inherent Vice was made into a movie, I developed an insatiable curiosity to see it, as the book had been rumored to be one of Pynchon's "most approachable."
After viewing the film, my conclusions are such: First, if Doc can be a detective, I can be a detective, because Doc is stupid and lazy, and I'm stupid and lazy, and those two are usually a terrific combination for shit going bananas, but it seemed to work out for him in the end. Second, I would make both the best and worst detective. Over the years my close friends have endearingly transformed me into a verb (transitive), in which "to Dani" means "to expand upon a thought or idea until it boils over into a life of its own, mutating into a multi-legged creature that attacks itself and inevitably brings around its own demise." I would solve all of the cases, and none of the cases. Seeing as how I have an unparalleled talent to pull conspiracies out of my ass like nobody's business, I would inevitably hit upon the answer but would overlook it, favoring the ultimate morphed conclusion that the culprit all along had in fact been me, who had performed the crime in my sleep while dreaming a very perturbed dream about my middle school bully, being so roused with anger that I felt compelled to avenge myself while in a transfixed state.
So that's why I design book covers instead.
Zara top, pants, and hair accessories; Retropolis Vintage suede trench; J. Crew belt; Nike sneakers; handmade necklace by moi.