A night at the Oscars

Nu as numi THE DEPARTED genul de film pe care il vizionez cu placere. Niciodata nu mi-au placut povestile cu politisti corupti, mafioti (chiar daca sunt interpretati de Jack Nicholson) si zgomote de impuscaturi... numai ca aici intervine o mica diferenta. Filmul este regizat de Scorsese. Totul merge bine dupa regula clasica (oare?), aia rai o patesc ...dar... aia buni?
Anul asta la Oscar regizorul si-a putut prezenta in sfasit discursul, caci filmul sau a pus mana pe cateva statuete...numarati categoriile, sunt scrise in paranteza (Achievement in directing, Achievement in film editing, Best motion picture of the year, Best Adapted screenplay). Au trecut ceva ani (31) de la Taxi Driver (pentru care nu a primit Oscar) si Scorsese si-a demonstrat inca o data talentul... (pentru a cata oara? si... chiar mai era nevoie?).

Vise trăite ca vise

Lumină Albă,
Lumină Roşie,
Lumină Verde,
Fără lumină,
Ca-n viaţă...











Şi mult fum.

Sweet Insanity / Electro minimal I

Dupa Adam Geist-ul de la bRaila (s-a amanat Plaja, ce deja vazusem) mi-am schimbat complet starea si am zis sa postez ceva nou. M-am gandit initial la niste "semi-nuduri" mai vechi, dar am gasit aceste imagini facute de mine anul trecut prin iulie, exact pe 7, şapte a şaptea, intr-o dupa-amiaza. Imi spuneam in timp ce le prelucram ca ar fi ideale (daca nu suna arogant) pentru coperta unui album de muzica electro minimal (ca tot vorbeam cu Dan, pe frigul din seara asta, despre muzica din spectacolele lui Radu Afrim) sau pentru coperta unui single Placebo, Pure Morning sau TeenAge ANgst. Vise. Am mai gasit niste imagini cu potential, total ignorate din lipsa de timp...le voi posta in "episoade", au o oarecare legatura. V-as spune ce anume am fotografiat, dar nu pot, din egoism. Daca (nu) va place ce vedeti, exprimati-va reactia in scris. Semi-nudurile, or sa vina si ele, dar mai intai Chilian, de la concertul de aseara. Toate la randul lor.

O descriere a zilei de 16 februarie.

A day of my own

Wind blows my hair, clothes fit me as never before, a look of surprise comes from your big round eyes, my soul rockets the sky and leaves heavy white marks behind. Quiet sceneries, world is bare, I’m the only one left around, no one staring, dancing like C.R.A.Z.Y., music played just for my ears, drip drip drip drip drip drip drip. Plans look more real, the passing seconds don’t hurt, there’s time for now. A day when I enjoy being myself.

Ziua in care cerul isi schimba dispozitia...

...sau ziua in care totul merge prost si se termina bine.

Generatia X

usoara senzatie de suprarealism.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

In an universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once.

Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start. And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before. I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world. Listen to me, Theo. Before you can change the world you must realize that you, yourself, are part of it. You can't stand outside looking in. I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. It was like a message from God: "Honesty doesn't pay, sucker".