Tuesday, December 15, 2009

HELEN SLATER



I have JUST found out it is Helen Slater's birthday today! Ring a bell? To me she's the 80's beauty and Michael J. Fox's object of desire in The Secret of My Success (1987), but I guess most people will remember her as Supergirl.



However, I think I enjoyed watching her the most in the leading role in The Legend of Billie Jean, which has that wonderful hell of a song by Pat Benatar, Invincible.
Well she's turned 46 today, and I can say she has aged pretty well, don't you think?




Here's the video for her song, which includes tiny bits from the movie and then a clip from one of my favorite scenes in The Secret of My Success. Enjoy.



Monday, December 14, 2009

OUR DAUGHTERS' DAUGHTERS WILL ADORE US...RIGHT?

As a result of my search for pictures for my last post, I naturally arrived at many that included Julie Andrews. Though I had downloaded quite a few songs from Mary Poppins I realized there were some I was missing. Among them was one that was sung not by Julie Andrews but by Glynnis Johns, the actress who plays Mrs. Banks. The song is called Sister Suffragette, and as the title suggests, it deals with women's votes, something that was forbidden during the period of time the movie was set in, early 20th century.
Though her character is portrayed as somewhat ridiculous, what comes across as ridiculous is the fact that women were not allowed to vote, especially when we come to think that this movie was made during the 1960's. The simple thought of women not being able to exercise their individual rights and have a say in political matters must have felt absolutely insane and unthinkable for the new generations at the time, yet interracial marriage was THEN a topic of social debate.



Well now, nearing 2010, about a hundred years after this fictional nanny changed the lives of the Banks family, some minorities continue to fight for their individual rights. Gay marriage is illegal in many countries, not to mention the fact that BEING gay is considered a crime in some countries too. Though some progress has been made, it is up to our generation to continue the strive for equal rights. Hopefully this WILL change in much less than a hundred years.




Anyway,back to my song-of-the-moment, I searched for the video and then had a little fun playing with the lyrics in the first verse, so as to update it:

ORIGINAL:
We're crearly soldiers in petticoats
And dauntless crusaders for womens'votes
Though we adore men individually
We agree that as a group they're rather stupid!

MY VERSION:
We're clearly soldiers in PRADA coats
And dauntless crusaders for GAY MEN'S votes
Though we adore STRAIGHTS individually
We agree that as a group they're rather stupid!

It's just a stereotypical joke! Here's the video, enjoy:

Sunday, December 13, 2009

SEVENTY-NINE GOING ON EIGHTY




This is a VERY short post, a virtual toast to Christopher Plummer on his birthday. One of my first crushes. I bet there are more people who found him attractive in The Sound of Music.
I mean, who else was there to like, right? OK. OK. I know we probably all related to Liesl (though I particularly liked Brigitta the BEST), but regarding the male characters? Friedrich? Kurt? That mailman-turned-Nazi just didn't cut it for me no matter how many times I watched the Sixteen Going On Seventeen scene.




I then watched him in The Fall of the Roman Empire, and I remember my seven year-old self having a hard time dealing with him as the bad guy....
I just found out he has published an autobiography last year, In Spite of Myself. It must be quite an interesting one, coming from a man whose acting career began in theater and who has been in movies since the 1950's. His latest production, Beginners, is in filming, yet to be released in 2011.




Well, that's it, Happy 80th Birthday Captain Von Trapp.


Edelweiss - Sound of Music - Christopher Plummer's own voice from Mark on Vimeo.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

DÈJA VU

I've been thinking about how the 80's haven't ceased to make their comeback just yet. It started in the late 90's with the Adidas trademark stripes on everything and then kept slowly creeping up on us until there was no more denying it and then suddenly we were all wearing leggings once again. OK, maybe not all of us, but all our girl friends. Believe me, I have nothing against men's leggings but you've got to have a killer physique to pull them off AND then of course, I DO live in Lima, Peru, where I get "Barney" yelled at for wearing purple jeans...Ah! The Third World!
Back to our main subject, regarding the 80's and stuff (yes, I said "stuff"), it is common knowledge music and fashion go hand in hand most of the time. From disco to rock to rap to the next thing, we've seen and heard it all happen. Gianni Versace was one of the first designers to take advantage of this by signing Madonna, Prince and Elton John among others to star in his ad campaigns and by having all of them front row at his shows. This also reminds me Gianni would have turned 63 this year had he miraculously avoided that fatal encounter twelve years ago.


MADONNA IN A 1995 VERSACE AD SHOT BY STEVEN MEISEL


OK, now seriously, back to what brought me to my blog once again. I was paying close attention at how Lady GaGa and, on a very different level (at least up to now), Adam Lambert were adding so much NEEDED glam to the musical scene. It had been a long while since we had seen such attention grabbing theatrics from pop newcomers, the trend had been quite the contrary lately, just remember when Britney came out, then Christina (though she was quick to break from her initial image), Mandy Moore, etc. They all pretty much filled the same pattern.
I think it's refreshing to see people who are willing to challenge an audience that had become numbed by a flatlined scene. Now, this only applies to mainstream pop, I'm in no way trying to ignore the fascinating and amazing talents of the likes of Roisin Murphy and others who HAVE been doing their own "thing", pushing musical and fashion boundaries for QUITE A WHILE but have gone unnoticed by the masses. I mean, Roisin has been wearing avant garde wardrobe (including shoulder pads) for a loooooooong time.



She's wearing a deer-shaped jacket for Christ's sake... (and I love it).



Anyway, this glam thing going on in music is once again VERY 80's. I was just humming "When You Were Mine", thinking it was a Cyndi Lauper original only to find out it was actually performed first (and written) by Prince. However, her version stood out, I think. I youtubed it immediately and found a live performance from the American Music Awards I was happy to recognize as one I had seen many times as a child. Now THAT was a true GENUINE performance. And to think it was over 20 years ago. I think that was probably more shocking back in the day than what our discussed boundary-pushers have done at the last award ceremony held two weeks ago.
It'll be interesting to see how this new wave of pop artists that are embracing louder images shall influence people around the world. Maybe they will let more people bring out their flashy side and enjoy fashion as the role-playing game it can be.
Cyndi Lauper SURE was an influence back in the day, we've seen that hair and make-up on the street, don't you remember?
Here's her UH-mazing performance at the 1985 AMA's for "When You Were Mine". Enjoy.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

LOVE IS LIKE A STUBBORN YOUTH




La Roux is FINALLY getting some airplay on cable tv in Lima, her Bulletproof video, mainly, and I've been happy to realize she has become quite popular with friends whose comments on Facebook have made their appreciation of her work pretty clear (it used to be only a couple of us who were aware of her). I even danced to a remix of this song las weekend at a party that had announced to have a setlist including the likes of her, Dragonette, Crystal Castles, Little Boots, etc. It was fabulous to be able to dance to this kind of music here in Lima. It hardly ever...scratch that...it NEVER gets played anywhere. Hope there's more of it soon.
Regarding La Roux, I just heard a remix of I'm Not Your Toy and I'm LOVING it. Loving it so much it might be taking over Lady Gaga's Bad Romance forever-on-repeat-during-gym-time spot on my iPod.
What I've loved the most about this song are her lyrics and how well they fit her voice and delivery. It's just pure VISUAL poetry. So descriptive, so right, so easy to relate to. Unfortunately, I haven't found a video featuring this remix, so all I have to post here is the original version which is still QUITE AMAZING, just like the video. I'm loving the fact that this is such an exciting time for female performers.
Here's the link to the video, followed by the lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7IGE58IPgo&feature=fvst


UPDATE: HERE'S THE VIDEO!


Love, love is like a stubborn youth
That you'd rather just deny
I'm walking on a broken roof
While I'm looking at the sky

It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention

I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy

Love, love hides in a smoky light
And I can never find the truth
Boy, your touches leave me mystified
And I wish I could believe in you

Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention

I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy

Friday, October 16, 2009

C'EST PAS MA FAUTE

The search for a soundtrack for my upcoming show has accidentally brought me back to my francophile self. Not that I plan on using any of them for the actual show (well, I really don't know that yet), but as I discovered Guesch Patti and other songs performed by Desireless besides their major hit "Voyage, Voyage" (which has the ability to transport me back to communist Moscow, back when the first music channel came out over there, Telecanal 2x2...never understood that name), I started humming a song in my head I remember hearing all over the place on a trip to Paris in 2000.
Anyway, thank goodness for google, I only remembered part of the chorus and that the girl singing it was called Alizée, whom I've heard of more recently but haven't been able to really get into her at all. In fact, I haven't even made the effort to like her. Anyway, I typed in "c'est pas ma faute" and there it came : "Moi Lolita" by Alizée.
It's downloaded and, again, on repeat. I love it. It's a catchy, poppy song, nothing extraordinary, but what kind of got to me, is that this song was making me nostalgic for the year 2000. TWO THOUSAND. Not 80's or 90's like my constant status updates on Facebook, but TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THOUSAND. GOD. Funny thing is, I was already complaining about aging back then, and no longer being a "teen"...I guess that'll be a constant in my life.
Then again Daft Punk's "One More Time" is also a song that brings back memories from this trip and I'm sure most people are unaware it's a nine-(soon-to-be-ten)year old song.
Here's "Moi Lolita". Enjoy.

Monday, October 12, 2009

ÉTIENNE! ÉTIENNE! ÉTIENNE! or AND THE AWARD FOR BEST ART DIRECTION GOES TO...

I should probably be reviewing some of the things I still have pending for an upcoming show at the end of the month (www.cuscoalwaysin.org), but I've taken a little break, as usual. I've been searching for music for this show, and I haven't found anything that I'd consider the perfect fit up to now. I've created a playlist on my iPod with all the possible candidates and I listen to it every single day. Hopefully I'll make up my mind on time.
While I was searching for songs, I started downloading some old French songs I liked, some classics like "Et Si Tu N'Existais Pas" and then some pop songs from the 80's-90's like "C'est La Ouate", which I had not heard since I left Montevideo. When I decided to search for the video for this last song, I came across a song I had never heard before. I can't quite recall why I decided to open this link in particular out of all the "RELATED VIDEOS" list on youtube. WAIT. I just did. It was because of the name of the song: "ÉTIENNE". I've always loved that name for some reason, and I remember always mistaking it for a girl's name when I studied French back in high school. Anyway, I am SO grateful to have found this song. Not only is it on repeat as I write, but it also has an UH-mazing video with some really fabulous art direction. The singer and co-author, Guesch Patti (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guesch_Patti), manages to create a truly captivating performance. I'm stuck on it. She's great, and I'm really surprised I had not heard of her before.
Once again, I have made a video from 1987 my new obsession. I'm beginning to think there is a strange connection with that specific year.
Here it goes, enjoy.

Monday, September 14, 2009

KING & QUEEN




I love being witness to important moments in history and last night I witnessed one of the most emotional MTV Video Music Awards ceremonies ever. On TV of course, like most us who weren't lucky enough to actually score tickets to such an amazing show.

It had been a long while since I actually looked forward to the VMA's, but this year the line-up of artists who were to perform was actually one I was excited about. Then when the show actually started, most of the performances had been taken up to a new level : Lady GaGa and her bleeding self, Pink hanging from the ceiling while performing "Sober", and then Taylor Swift singing on the NYC subway (riding on the meeeetro-o-o-oooooo....) right after her speech for Best Female Video award had been sabotaged by Kanye West's uncalled for intervention onstage. I must admit, I did miss Beyoncé's performance but just caught up with in on youtube and it was also top notch.

However, the highlight for me was the opening of the ceremony : Madonna walking down the stage to talk about Michael Jackson. So touching. So special. Like I told a friend of mine yesterday, there was no other person who could have qualified for the job. The way she pieced her speech by drawing parallels between his life and her own, the way she let us in on that one time they had dinner and how she felt close to him for the first time, her condemnation of those who began what she called a "witch hunt" against him and of the press. It all came across in such a powerful manner I wasn't able to hold back a couple of tears (I managed to hold back the rest because I didn't want to look like a mess in front of my friends). It was such a strong vision to watch THE Queen of Pop honoring THE King of Pop. She, like him, is also one of a kind, and today's artists have huge shoes to fill if they ever want to reach their status. As I watched her onstage, I couldn't help but remember an image I had seen of Marlene Dietrich (so often-a-reference for M) crying at Edith Piaf's funeral, acting like any other hurt human being. It isn't often we get to see a vulnerable Madonna and this just makes me love her more.
Here's a link (embedding is disabled unfortunately) to her speech in case you missed it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htpm8hidIPc

Friday, August 21, 2009

FOR EVERY DRAMA TO BE FOUND, THERE IS AN ELEMENT OF SOUND

If the title of this post rings a bell (as I hope it will to most of you) it's because I'm trying to keep my cool by "Mary-Poppinizing" my actual state of mind. I just got back from a long night out, very diverse and very fun.
First out to watch the local mis-en-scène of La Traviata (I might comment on that later but I'd rather you check out my friend's opera blog and his critique at www.operaperu.com), then dinner at my favorite restaurant with my mother, then drinks with some friends (at this same restaurant's bar) and then to the local club : not precisely the coolest place on the planet.
Just so that you get the picture, two friends of mine told me my outfit was just too nice for that place (one actually said "classy", very cute of him) and that I didn't belong there tonight. I made an effort to stay, a whole group of friends were there, and even though I really have a hard time at ignoring things I dislike (such as the awful music on the loudspeakers) I was enjoying myself because I was surrounded by people I care for.
All of a sudden, the club got some sort of notice that it had to be shut down immediately (*). People rushed to the coat check and it was chaos. I was lucky enough to be one of the first ones at the counter and managed to get my jacket pretty quick.
As I walked past the huge line of people pushing their way towards the coat check I couldn't help but to show a smile that denoted triumph over everyone else. Unfortunately this smile would then dissolve on my way out of the club when I realized I lost my cell phone. I had kept it with me all night, been careful enough no to leave it inside my jacket, but at some point I just lost it, probably when I ordered a bottle of water at the bar (after giving the bartender a look of despise when he said he had no diet soft drinks at ALL, to which I responded " Is this a GAY BAR or NOT????!!!").
Anyway, the point of this post was that, once again, I think there is a song for every situation. I've already mentioned I have pictured my life as a musical many a time, and I guess tonight's events have lead to me singing the following song out of the blue just before going to bed, here it goes.





(*) It was impossible not to make a cinematic reference when we were forced out of the club. I couldn't help but remember the post-Marseillese scene in Casablanca when Rick's café gets shut down.

Monday, August 17, 2009

FABULOSITY

I am absolutely OBSESSED with this video. I can't stop watching it over and over again. I love the lighting, the wardrobe, the choreography, and OF COURSE I love the song. Even though it's probably one of the most popular and signature songs of the 1970's, I had NEVER seen the video before. I can't get enough of it. I'm just overwhelmed by the visually amusing result of a mix of simple elements and by how utterly cool it can still look up until today, thirty-one years later.
I was listening to Paul Oakenfold's mix of Madonna's new single, Celebration, and there's a tiny bit that sounds just like the "your body, my body..." part. Couldn't help but google it, youtube-it I mean, and there it was.
I think hedonism is probably one the first words that comes to my mind when I think of the disco era, and this video is the perfect example. As usual when I get super excited over something, I can't quite express everything I'm feeling as clearly as I would want to (*insert flashback to that paper on Madonna for my English Media course in high school here*), so that's it. I need to dance to this SOON. Enjoy.


Sunday, August 16, 2009

I VOGUED UP FROM BED TODAY

It's been a while since I've been experimenting a new phase in...narcissism (?), I guess that's what I should call it. Most of these "exercises" have come out of boredom, a designer's-block in the middle of work, or something of the sort, but today's came out of my love of all things Madonna. Yes, I am one of those people that actually have August 16th marked on their calendar as a special date, not because I actually need a reminder, but just because I like to have it written down, I guess it keeps the fantasy alive, the fantasy that I actually know her. It also manages to ease the pain of having about 5 friends who share the same birth date as her...1,2,3,4,5...breathe....
Anyway, this is the first series of self-portraits I've decided to publish on my blog. I know that "self-portraits" may sound a bit pretentious, but I do need to stress the fact that all these pictures have been taken by none other than yours-truly. Either with the help of my laptop or my camera on self-timer, all done in private.
Since I already declared this an exercise in narcissism, I'll go all the way. I'm particularly proud (yes, proud) of this one because I think I managed to compose something visually pretty with the few elements my unshaven-self had around at 9am this morning. I will admit I changed into that t-shirt (the one I wore to my famous hand-grabbing moment at the Confessions Tour in 2006), but that was it. As I took the first three pictures I thought I should have done this in a sleep-walking version, but then I realized the first one looked sort of like a Tamara de Lempicka painting (again, in my very own private fantasy)that I like, so then I couldn't help but link that to the opening of the Vogue video where Madonna's own paintings by this artist mix with some of the dancers posing as sculptures.
Even though the whole set of pics is almost like a Vogue tutorial, I actually think my look came out to be very à la Jean Seberg, I guess it must be my short hair, the striped t-shirt and sunglasses. NOUVELLE VAGUE meets VOGUE. Or maybe it's just me. Voilà :




DREAMING OF: A LEMPICKA PAINTING...



...A FEATHERED FAN...



...AN ART-DECO SCULPTURE...



...GRACE KELLY, HARLOW JEAN, PICTURE OF A BEAUTY QUEEN... GENE KELLY, FRED ASTAIRE, GINGER ROGERS DANCE ON AIR...



...THEY HAD STYLE, THEY HAD GRACE, RITA HAYWORTH GAVE GOOD FACE, LAUREN, KATHARINE, LANA TOO, BETTE DAVIS WE LOVE YOU...



LADIES, LADIES, LADIES, LADIES...



LADIES WITH AN ATTITUDE...



...FELLAS THAT WERE IN THE MOOD...



...DON'T JUST STAND THERE...



...LET'S GET TO IT...



...STRIKE A POSE...



...THERE'S NOTHING TO IT...



...VOGUE!




HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Friday, July 17, 2009

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE...

This will be a short post. I promise. I've been having a couple of very emotional weeks. Just too emotional at times. Deception dominated the scene, and being the ridiculously-naive-person-for-my-age at almost thirty, the different events that lead to me feeling disappointed at people or situations have managed to linger in my head for quite more than I hoped for. Then, the tragic death of a friend, who was murdered exactly one week ago, was something that just set me off course.
I guess "vulnerable" is the word that would best describe how I feel right now. I don't think it's just me, this murder case has touched many of my friends in Lima, and I sense that everyone is feeling the need to be sheltered away from all this violence. It's as if Chaos had installed itself for a bit and decided to fool around with us just for amusement.
"Let's take a moment to appreciate life (...) we are all so blessed and so lucky to be alive..." Madonna said at her concert in Udine, Italy last night. Though it's probably something I've heard before, it has given me great comfort to hear it coming from her right at this moment. I guess, when in grief, we just desperately seek for empathy.
Here's a very moved Madonna and the rest of her touching speech regarding the recent tragedy in Marseille.

Friday, July 3, 2009

RETRO PLEASURE

This is will be a short post, I think.

I had a crazy night out hier soir...lots of fun. I woke up today just to cancel all my appointments (dentist included) just so I could get back to sleep again. My voice was sounding pretty deep (masculinity points, yay! ok, that "yay" just blew it...anyway) this morning, but that was just about the only positive thing. I was dead tired and I decided to take the day off. Period.
SOME THINGS CANNOT BE BOUGHT.

Regardless of the free time I had today, I didn't manage to do what I had in mind. I skipped breakfast, had lunch, got a haircut, checked out some fabrics and then had great conversation over an "alfajor" with a friend in the afternoon. And I mean GREAT.
I CAN'T CARRY THESE SINS ON MY BACK/DON'T WANNA CARRY ANYMORE/I'M GONNA SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

As happy as I am that I was able to take this day with ease and no pressure, I still kind of regret (I don't know if this is the precise word right now, it sounds a little severe but I guess it'll do until I come up with another one) not getting away with my only PLANNED whim : listening to the Ray of Light album while sipping tea (from my Quentin Blake-illustrated mug, thank you very much). But I mean the PHYSICAL album.
All of a sudden, this visual idea of PLAYING an actual cd felt almost like playing a record or a cassette tape. It's been forever since I listened to anything that's not either on my computer nor on my iPod. I was actually pretty excited I'd be able to indulge in this newfound bizarre, ceremonious, "retro pleasure" of mine, but even on a quiet and calm day, I haven't been able to do it. I like to think I belong to the "tape generation", but the truth is I remember having records when I was a kid. They belonged to my parents or my older sister, who is six years my senior, but still, I do OWN the memory of playing these records. It's incredible how our interaction with music has changed from putting a needle on a circular base, then to pressing play and then just to touching a screen.
AND I FEEL LIKE I JUST GOT HOME

As I write this, I'm finally listening to it, but on my laptop. I had forgotten how much I loved it. The lyrical content still wows me, the music, the emotional highs and lows that (incredibly) manage to flow from beginning to end thanks to the perfect assembly of the songs.
TRAVELLING DOWN THIS ROAD/WATCHING THE SIGNS AS I GO/I THINK I'LL FOLLOW MY HEART/IT'S A VERY GOOD PLACE TO START

The artwork for the CD is also amazing: pictures by Mario Testino, Prada outfits, and Madonna's maternal beauty at its best.
I have to go to the gym now, and I'm not done with the whole album yet. All I know is I'll be cuddling my iPod in gratitude for allowing me to continue enjoying the rest on the way there.

OM SHANTI.

Friday, June 26, 2009

MOONWALKING ANGELS

It's quite unfortunate that the reason why I am coming back to my blog after such a long time is, once again, the news of death.
Yesterday was very shocking. First, the death of Farrah Fawcett and then later during the afternoon, the news of Michael Jackson's sudden departure.
I was very sad when I read about Farrah. I have to be honest and admit I did not grow up watching Charlie's Angels nor was I a fan of hers during the 80's. I was, however, aware of who she was and attracted to her beauty and pop culture icon status. I know I'm actually not acknowledging any of her acting as part of her admirable qualities, I didn't think she was a bad actress (I actually thought she was great in Dr. T And The Women), but her importance lies within the two last aspects I mentioned before : she represents our society's fascination with beauty and the power that comes with it.
Regarding Michael's death, well now, it was just so unexpected. That came like a hard blow. I had been a fan of his when I was a kid. I remember trying to dress like him in the Beat It video (second outfit just in case...) and asking my mom for a black sequined jacket when I was in second grade, like the one he had worn a few years before in his legendary live performance of Billie Jean. Even though Madonna was already my number one infatuation, I guess this meant I was a fan. However, during the late 90's my interest in him waned, but my admiration for his talent never ceased.
It is sad. Very sad. Like the end of an era. A part of our lives gone, no matter how cliché and cheesy that might sound. I was not ready to watch him go yet. Of course you never want you lifetime icons to go, you naïvely expect them to be there forever, but what I mean is that I was still waiting for his comeback. I was thrilled to learn the tickets for his shows in London had sold out (a friend of mine was lucky enough to score one of them), and especially because I was happy to see these 750,000 (according to BBC) tickets were proof that there were many people who still saw beyond the scandal, the unfair treatment from the media and the controversy surrounding his personal life.
I was happy to see that, just like we were fascinated with Farrah's beauty, we could still appreciate talent, genius, and overall, being genuine and one of a kind.
Last night, I went dancing. Lots of Michael Jackson's songs were played. I asked the DJ for Tavares' Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel, just so we could remember the two of them on the dancefloor. It made my night. Though it was rather impossible to feather my short hair and my limited talent for coordination didn't let me moonwalk, I totally danced the night away.

Here's Farrah Fawcett, alongside Raquel Welch, in one of her first movie appearances :


During The Virgin Tour, Madonna did this wonderful bit of Billie Jean right in the middle of her performance of Like A Virgin. This is one of the images that came across my mind yesterday. Reading her personal statement on Michael's death killed me.

Monday, April 6, 2009

YOU MUST REMEMBER THIS

I've been kind of stressed out lately with a lot of work. I had a very long day last Friday. Among other things I had to finish sketching a small collection for an alpaca company here in Lima. I had been shut up in my office all day, well, except for the occasional green tea at Starbucks. My iTunes playlist was on shuffle, and As Time Goes By came on, and out of the three versions I have, the original one from Casablanca was playing.
I couldn't help but grab a mannequin and start gliding across my studio, pretending to be dancing like in those Old Hollywood movies. I then decided I had to register it all, so I set my camera on self-timer and voilà! I'll probably publish the visual testament to this moment soon.
I hold Casablanca as one of my favorite movies, as I assume a bunch of people do. I practically know all the lines by heart. I probably watched it for the first time when I was seven and loved it ever since.
Here are two clips of from the movie. The first one, inspired my dancing. The second one has to be my favorite scene from the whole movie. It is just SO emotional, it's hard not to be moved by it. Tears. Enjoy.



Sunday, March 29, 2009

AND YOU CAN DANCE...FOR INSPIRATION

I'm in the middle of an inspiration block. I have a bunch of projects for this week including the re-vamping of a bank's current corporate image (just for the actually counter employees), a small collection for an alpaca company that wants to do a sort of joint venture and a very special client for a very special dress.
Number one is almost done, number 2 is on its way and number three has become the most difficult one up to now. I'm designing a dress for a local actress who will be travelling to the Málaga Film Festival in Spain in a couple of weeks, where the opening movie will be the one she acted in.
I loved the idea from the minute a photographer-friend-in-common suggested it and I've had a zillion dresses come to mind since then, but just now, as I've been putting them down on paper, I just can't seem to get to the "right" one. I guess part of all this doubting throughout my design process comes from the fact that I haven't met her yet ( I will do so tomorrow afternoon) and that maybe that's why I've been going all over the place.
I've been taking an excessive amount of breaks (including this one) from my sketching blaming it on a block. Natually, Madonna interfered (although I'm still mad at her for wearing all that fur lately) and I couldn't help but think of the opening lyrics for "Into The Groove". I'll try it right now, and see if it works. I've come up with a selection of songs by different artists and different genres (although most of it is very Pop).
Once again, as I was making my selection, I came across the video for one of my favorite songs from Summer of '96. It is a collaboration between Gypsy Kings and Ishtar of the group Alabina. I had never seen the video and even though I had seen pictures of her before, I'm quite captivated by her beauty. Here it goes. Join me in the dance, ha!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

SEX IS KOSHER ON THE SABBATH and other great lyrics...

My recent post on Lady Gaga brought me to the fact that I had almost forgotten how fabulous Army of Lovers was.
The Swedish band went to Buenos Aires while I was living in Uruguay (circa 1994) and I remember they performed live at a couple of TV shows. I loved their outrageous aesthetic and the Army-of-Lovers-Universe they created, where every single element of their performances or videos matched their personal Manifest. The toilet-cleaner shaped microphones (in gold) were unforgettable. I remember not having the best reactions from my friends in 8th grade when I suggested we should play their music at a party...can't imagine why.
Here's a couple of videos by Army of Lovers: Crucified, one of their greatest hits, and then a live performance of my favorite song, Israelism (too bad I couldn't find the actual video, but I will keep looking for it, I promise). Enjoy.





ISRAELISM LYRICS
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Diamond market in the ghetto
Star of david on my chest
Sex is kosher on the sabbath
Jewish princess in my nest
Like aunt golda high on zion
Milk and honey are my drugs
Relic box of einsteins hairdo
Spring prediction cloud of bugs

The heavens cry loud in the open
I hear the angels sing
Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael
Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Glory in the circumcision
Oops there goes a freudian slip
Army of lovers on a mission
Forty years of desert trips
Drinking from a stinking fountain
The kabbala and jezebel
Dancing horah on a mountain
Party like a bitch from hell

The heavens cry loud in the open
I hear the angels sing
Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael
Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

The heavens cry loud in the open
I hear the angels sing
Shalom bisrael shalom bisrael
Shalom laolam shalom bisrael

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem
Evenu shalom shalom
Shalom alechem

NATASHA RICHARDSON



I am very saddened by the sudden death of Natasha Richardson. Even though I can probably only mention a few of her movies, I have always had a lot of sympathy towards her. Part of it comes from the fact that she was Vanessa Redgrave's daughter, whom I adore, and that she came from a family of actors, that her sister Joely is also an actress and that she was probably on her way to creating a similar sort of fate for her family, having married Liam Neeson in 1994. This is just a short post meant to express my condolences to her family, wishing I could hug Ms. Redgrave.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

NEUE-STALGIA

One of Lady Gaga's best songs on her debut album finally gets a video. I really like it, not in love with it (yet), I just think it's a good video. I do LOVE the wardrobe though (some of it reminds me of my own stuff hehe..) the choreography, and the make-up. I love the fact that she has so many dancers and that this time they are all male. It has been a long while since we've seen a new, fresh pop star with such a well-achieved image.
I know she gets a lot of criticism for some of her wardrobe choices but I think it's all good. I love how she's created this pop-superheroine persona and how as her success increases her image gets more and more polished and continues to evolve. What I mean by polished is that it gets closer to what I believe she had in mind for herself from the start of her career which could have been a limited version of her actual self due to different factors such as getting the right people to work with her, and yes, budget too.
I like to think I was the first person to listen to her here in Lima haha...I got to know her through Perez Hilton. It took FOREVER until she finally got some airplay over here. I've liked her ever since the Just Dance video, I like the song itself, her look and how it represents this younger generation's fascination for the 80's. I love how something, such as the 80's in this case, can appeal to almost three different generations in two different ways : for teenagers it's something new while for us late twenty-something's and beyond it's pure nostalgia.
Here's the video for Love Games, I think this one really says she's arrived. Enjoy.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

SHUT UP AND...you know the rest.

Well you would know the rest if you grew up in the 90's. And if you had a taste for dance music. And odd videos. And very gay performers. Even though you were still in the closet. Oops.
I was remembering how I had a huge crush on one of my professors while I was in design school. I was absolutely infatuated with him, I was such a sad case. I had just come out of the closet and this man had become the embodiment of gay perfection (according to my 18 year-old brain). He was good looking, dressed nicely, had good taste, shared common interests, etc. etc. I had had no idea of how I was to make my move, no idea at all. My fear of rejection was just too big (well, things haven't changed much really...). I remember I asked a friend from that same school (who's become one of my closest friends) what I should do. She said she had noticed he also had an interest in me (she said it was pretty obvious because of the way he behaved during class), so she suggested something. She said : "Listen Roger, I've got this single, it's just PERFECT. I'll give it to you and then you can give it to him as a gift and it'll send the message right across. DONE!!" I thought it was a pretty cute idea, then I asked her what the single was and she answered "Closer, by Nine Inch Nails" and went along and described the chorus. Poor girl, she was probaly sick of having to deal with my indecision every day.
Of course I never did that and of course I never got any further with my intentions regarding the 17-years-my-senior guy of my dreams. Well, not right then, it actually did get way further after I was done with school.
Anyway, going back to the cd-gift, I should have considered this song instead. Enjoy.

SWEET DREAMS

I can't believe I'm actually writing an entry about this, but I have this desperate need to have something sweet right NOW. It wouldn't be anything unusual except for the fact that I'm on a strict diet to try and shed off a few extra pounds that torture me day and night. It is a especially strict diet because I got a knee injury that keeps me from running, cycling or doing any other exercises that would help me burn what I want to get rid off in a much more fun way. My bikram yoga classes (which I only got to go to three) have been put to a halt until my teachers finish setting up a new place, so I'm fucked. Aarrrgh!!
Going back to my eternal craving for sweets, I swear I'm having visions. Pretty much like these:



But then if I do eat some sort of chocolate, dessert, ice-cream or whatever soothes my craving, I'll have the biggest guilt-trip afterwards. I'm beginning to wonder how mentally healthy this whole deal is because I've had nightmares where I dreamt I broke my diet by eating sweets or an extra dose of carbs. Waking up was the greatest relief.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Your daily/weekly/monthly dose of : DRAMA

I don't know how many people share this feeling, but sometimes, like this morning for example, I just feel the need to be absolutely silly and have a dose of feigned drama involving a certain song. Not necessarily sad, it could be a happy song. I guess this goes along with my recent thoughts of what my life as a musical would be.

OK, this has to be the gayest thing I've posted up to now.

Anyway, I was in the mood for some of that singing, exaggerated gestures and face-making that goes along with this type of moment and scrolling down my playlists (don't worry, I don't have a playlist titled DRAMA) I found a song I've liked forever, ok, not forever, but since I was ten.
It's "Les Hommes Qui Passent" by Patricia Kaas. It was a song I immediately loved, especially because of her emotion-infused performance and the fact that she was (and still is) absolutely beautiful. I couldn't find the video of the first performance I saw but here's a pretty good one from a live perfomance in 1990.
And below that one, for a total mood change, I've posted a video that surely illustrates what I'm talking about regarding doses of feigned drama, one of my favorite scenes in a Cate Blanchett movie.
Bisous.





I actually used this song as part of a sountrack to one of my shows.

Friday, January 2, 2009

...more pics

Here are some more pics from the collection.
Hope you like them.




BHUTTO BOLLYWOOD


It's been a month!! Bad blogger, bad. I definitely need to increase the frequency of my posts....
OK. I haven't shown any of my work up to now, but a special date has come across and I think it's the perfect chance to do so and get away with a little personal homage I've had in mind for a while.
December 27 was the first year anniversary of Benazir Bhutto's tragic death. She was the starting point for my latest collection. I took elements of her personal style mixed with details of muslim women's traditional wardrobe and, to lighten it up a bit, a little Bollywood too (main reference : the Jimmy Ajja part of the 80's movie Disco Dancer). Oh yes, 80's elements too.
I was able to take this collection and show at the September edition of the Salon du Prêt-à-Porter this year where I got great reviews. This collection was also nominated for the Collection of the Year category by Peru's leading newspaper, El Comercio, in it's Best of 2008 survey.