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, October 12, 2009
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.
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.
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!!!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
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.
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