Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
maybe one of the last sunny sundays of this year and i was by myself without anything to do. so i decided to get lost, walking through southeast london, and ended passing a considerable long time mesmerized for the tower bridge's screws (actually i don't know exactly how to call these studs on the steel, is it screws?), thinking how lovely is the color harmony of the bridge and trying to catch what i was seeing with my phone's pixlromatic. it is such a stupid thing staying at home in this city.
more of what i've seen today from shoreditch high street to bermondsey
i can't stop listening ella since i woke up this morning, i always thought it is such a sunday thing to listen
Friday, 21 October 2011
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
last week i finally watched lars von trier's last destroy-my-soul movie. he is now, analysing melancholia (as a planet or a feeling, whatever) on it's particular acceptance process by different persons (and you can feel free to find these characters suitable for yourself or whoever). after it i was thinking in world end's movies, and how you can not watch them without drop at least a tear. then, i realized i have a list of movies to suggest when someone asks for a crying movie, and can stop recommending 'my girl'.
back to melancholia, i don't want to tell what happens in the end - but i will (or kind of), but honestly it really doesn't matter cause it's more than obvious.
there is no more definitive end than killing all the characters, destroying the scenery, turning it silent, it's over, and the inevitable final and the end of the existence of all the fiction its there to be faced on the black screen. and you, sitting on your chair in this afternoon session, have to deal with this: were you trying hard to not ruin your make-up and deadly suffer with these characters?? hey, nothing of this exist!!
all my respect to this sort of shock of reality after a couple of hours of engagement with a story.
Friday, 14 October 2011
with her huge eyes and prominent forehead, barbara steele has the burtonian sort of beauty and a 60's immaculate elegance. she's is known for acting in some italian horror movies during the 60's what made her fame as a gothic muse. i've never seem none of these movies (first one, definitely is gonna be the vampire black sunday), but she is so unbelievable exquisite as gloria morin in fellini's otto mezzo that i can't imagine her in these horrors trashes. and i need to mention how 8 1/2 make-up is fucking amazing. i love the scene when guido draws on carla's face a 'whore's' eyebrows in his conception of it.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
'i started imagining clothes the same way i started creating images: with a sense of curiosity and innocence driven by my no-background background. no school. no telly. no boundaries. no formatting. i like the idea of a world that we could live and shape by ourselves, only by observing. each our own. my clothes have erupted from this world of mine. they are asexual, aseasonal, they come from no place, no time, no tradition, yet they could be home anywhere, anytime. they exude a sense of discreet chic, the essence of timeless style, drawn on a monochromatic and graphical canvas. palette of blacks, touches of pure whites and intense grays. sophisticated unisex modern classics for anti-conformist individuals.' - rad hourani
Friday, 7 October 2011
since you are in love with someone, you can be questioning yourself how it could happen to you (cause nobody deserves such torment as love) so here i'm gonna try to explain myself why i love him this much and how it became a really not temporary thing. my tactic consists in basically splitting him up in smaller pieces and analyze them separately. this is about his hair, and to be quite predictive, about his long-hair phase.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
are you bored? a nice think to do is try to make your best gay friend looks exactly like you. the bad (or good) think that could happen is if he likes and then you are contributing creating one more tranny to the world
at least is the prettiest tranny ever cause it looks like me
a cuddling cushion which gives advices and consoles? i want one! i know it is an unashamed copy of labyrinth, but xuxa contra o baixo astral (or super xuxa against the bad vibes - i swear i found the translated name for this. i'm just wondering who saw this with english subtitles?) was my favorite when i was a child (like a year ago) and i need to confess, it still takes awwws of me.
and they both have the cutest worm ever
yay my silliest post ever