Tuesday, May 13, 2014

i used to collect untranslatable words.
anjana iyer went a step further.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Sunday, January 12, 2014

static motion

a bit like fred astaire
Cruise Ship Hit By Storm - View From Inside and Out

static motion on a ship

a bit like fred astaire

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=8dd_1305213553

noemi schneider

eine kluge frau

Sunday, December 8, 2013

a story about songs

There is a tribe in Africa called the Himba tribe, where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song. In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them. The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person. You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

Monday, September 23, 2013

milano

exquisite fashion district near the dome (like walking through Vogue) / impressive foyer of the Teatro Manzoni which is in the same arcade as the William's Night Club (à la Moulin Rouge) and Sahrai Carpets on Via Manzoni 40 /  Palazzo Morando (Fashion+Costume Museum, a hidden gem with beautiful rooms, a private home that was turned into a museum) /  Museo Poldi Pezzoli (another former private home of a collector of everything that caught his fancy) / Triennale (not so interesting, but great book shop) / San Giuseppe della Pace, a modern catholic church inVia Fratelli Salvioni 10 next to the former north train station, build in the round (cannot find any further information about it, although the architecture is very special and beautiful)


Monday, May 20, 2013

Monday, May 13, 2013

communication from a place somewhere lost in space






expressing a personality in an almost innocent way, exposing their vulnerabilty without maybe even knowing it.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

berlinale 2013

frances ha
roland klick
the act of killing
promised land
layla fourie
prince avalanche
boven is het stil
i used to be darker
einemal eine große dame sein
la religieuse
walter murch
berlinale shorts

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

what makes a man



my mum and i we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In fairhome towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs a cat a parakeet
Some plants and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash she dries i do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sow a bit
Though mum does too i must admit
I do it better
At night i work in a strange bar
Impersonating every star
I'm quite deceiving
The customers come in with doubt
And wonder what i'm all about
But leave believing
I do a very special show
Where i am nude from head to toe
After stripteasing
Each night the men look so surprised
I change my sex before their eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man

At three o'clock or so i meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
We love to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumor
We let our hair down so to speak
And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek
And inside humor
So many times we have to pay
For having fun and being gay
It's not amusing
There's always those that spoil our games

By finding fault and calling names
Always accusing
They draw attention to themselves
At the expense of someone else
It's so confusing
Yet they make fun of how i talk
And imitate the way i walk
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man

My masquerade comes to an end
And i go home to bed again
Alone and friendless
I close my eyes i think of him
I fantasize what might have been
My dreams are endless
We love each other but it seems
The love is only in my dreams
It's so one sided
But in this life i must confess
The search for love and happiness
Is unrequited
I ask myself what i have got
Of what i am and what i'm not
What have i given
The answers come from those who make
The rules that some of us must break
Just to keep living
I know my life is not a crime
I'm just a victim of my time
I stand defenseless
Nobody has the right to be
The judge of what is right for me
Tell me if you can
What make a man a man

Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man

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the same song by a younger charles aznavour and in english

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this is one of the 8 songs Vidal Sassoon would take to a desert island.

duett




somebody having fun


Monday, December 3, 2012

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Sunday, November 18, 2012