gesamtkunstwerk

favorites from saatchi's new art from germany exhibition

alexandra bircken

max frisinger

isa genzken

thomas helbig

stefan kurten

and then after an hour and something there, exposed to quite intensive colors (fluors+fluors) and sculptures and paintings made by kids/artists, exploring objects towards to build the castles they always dreamt about and all their wishes of shapes and colors, quite like kids playing while working on very grown up art pieces, i ended coming home with colorful animal shaped rings all over my fingers (yeah, more than one in each), wishing i could feel young as i should.

thomas zipp

zéro pointé vers l'infini

she was just 15 when she recorded her first album 'charlotte for ever' with all songs written by papa

'A few months ago a strange thing happened

I was idling through my bookshelves when I noticed a book my brother had once given me for my birthday - a collection of short stories. Well, I started to reread one of those stories. It was about a man who one morning wakes up and cannot bring himself to get out of bed. He shuts his eyes in self-defense. He reexamines his life, he’s seized with a restlessness. He packs his bags, cuts all ties, he can no longer live among the people he knows. They paralyze him. He’s monied. He goes to Rome. He wants to burrow under the Earth like a bulb, like a root. But even in Rome he cannot escape people from his former life. So, he decides to return to the city where he was born and educated but which he can’t quite bring himself to call home. Well, the move doesn’t help. He feels he has no more right to return than a dead man. What can he do? He desires an extreme solution to his conundrum. He aches for nothing less than a new world, a new language. Nothing changes. Out of indifference - and because he can’t think of anything better to do - he decides once more to leave his hometown, to do some hitching. A man picks him up, they ride off into the night when BANG, the car smacks into a wall. The driver dies, our man is hospitalized, broken up. Months pass, his wounds heal. Now he wishes for life. He has a confidence in himself, in things he doesn’t have to explain, things like the pores in his skin - all things corporeal. He can’t wait to get out of the hospital, away from the infirm and the moribund. “I say unto thee, rise up and walk. None of your bones are broken.” The end. When I reread those words “Rise up and walk. None of your bones are broken” I felt a tremendous sadness. Do you know what the opening line of the story is? When a man enters his thirtieth year people will not stop calling him young. Thirty. I’d been given the book for my thirtieth birthday. “The Thirtieth Year” by Ingeborg Bachmann. So I had heard, I had been told, I knew all along even if I didn’t really know - the great true things are unsurprising. But what did I do back then? I carried on. I carried on dutifully. We were the happy couple, Elizabeth and I. That’s how people saw us. But in truth, I did not cherish my wife. And I did not cherish my friends or even my children. I just carried on. I was a success. I made my way. But with each step I cringed. I was on the backfoot, the defensive. And now, tonight, for the first time I say “my bones are broken.” Broken. One day I will need your help. All of my bones are broken.'

monologue from julia leigh's sleeping beauty

coming soon

is it common glueing crystals on turtles' shells?! or, is it legal? why i have never seen it before and why i saw two in the same week? is it a signal? i feel i'm really forecasting the next trend for pets!!

first pic, julia flyte's bejeweled tortoise in brideshead revisited, and with a profusion of cheap strass in the rum diary

geel

los adolescentes

Dënver - Chile

anna and sean

lady stardust

where was i in 1971?

cryin'

high levels of frequency of des'ree's classes

who have never frustratedly tried to sing this?

deep in a dream

7 meters and a label

there we are!

should i wait for your call, kirk?

you wish!

she was obsessively in love, and na-tu-ra-lly, she found appropriate to give an end to her pain. the whole story is the kind of thing you don't know how you didn't hear about before.

joyce's surreal life is on tabloid by errol morris

next time leave a note!

'i gave my beauty and my youth to men

i am going to give my wisdom and experience to animals'

i'm not brigitte bardot!

i recently watched 'the girl on a motorcycle' and i'm a bit obsessed with the film and marianne faithfull. i was kind of reluctant to like her 80's deep raucous voice after listen the sweetie girl from the sixties, and feeling bad about some live performances from her new wave wasted times. but i think it was more because, for a moment, i found it difficult to recognize the same girl, but her raw voice does make more sense and suits her character better.

this is a making-of of two videos for dangerous acquaintances album directed by serge gainsbourg (favorite rude-boy ever! why does he need to present the thing in a bed with a girl??)

the scene which she is surrounding a car in a harbour is quite beautiful, and i adore the music, but i was checking and they foolishly never used it on the original video, which actually is a bit boring and i don't think is gainsbourg's.

(02:18 she is so good answering to gainsbourg's attempt to make she looks sex playing with her fox scarf)