sexta-feira, dezembro 31, 2010

happy new year

Best Of Moments&Memoires 10

JAN - [ANTICHRIST] Confessions
FEB - speechless about this + normal life
MAR - brand new | She&Him
APR - *sigh*
MAY - sudden flashmob* + nowadays
JUN - like a wild horse
JUL - melancholic splendour
AUG - we leave a mess + humans were born to move
SEP - MFS - Steve Paxton
OCT - nice moments in a raw footage...
NOV - Modern Family + dinners&friends&birthday&...
DEC - on trusting

+++ [this]

quinta-feira, dezembro 30, 2010


photography by Greg Harris


Ojalá seamos dignos de la desesperada esperanza.
Ojalá podamos tener el coraje de estar solos y la valentía de arriesgarnos a estar juntos, porque de nada sirve un diente fuera de la boca, ni un dedo fuera de la mano.
Ojalá podamos ser desobedientes, cada vez que recibimos órdenes que humillan nuestra conciencia o violan nuestro sentido común.
Ojalá podamos merecer que nos llamen locos, como han sido llamadas locas las Madres de Plaza de Mayo, por cometer la locura de negarnos a olvidar en los tiempos de la amnesia obligatoria.
Ojalá podamos ser tan porfiados para seguir creyendo, contra toda evidencia, que la condición humana vale la pena, porque hemos sido mal hechos, pero no estamos terminados.
Ojalá podamos ser capaces de seguir caminando los caminos del viento, a pesar de las caídas y las traiciones y las derrotas, porque la historia continúa, más allá de nosotros, y cuando ella dice adiós, está diciendo: hasta luego.
Ojalá podamos mantener viva la certeza de que es posible ser compatriota y contemporáneo de todo aquel que viva animado por la voluntad de justicia y la voluntad de belleza, nazca donde nazca y viva cuando viva, porque no tienen fronteras los mapas del alma ni del tiempo.

Eduardo Galeano

quarta-feira, dezembro 29, 2010

more to come in October 2011

sweetest thing there is

Spot Title: Lady Grey London

Client: DIOR
Director of Creative Services: Mia Forsgren

Prod Company: Anonymous Content
Director: John Cameron Mitchell

Marion Cotillard
Ian McKellen
Russel Tovey

segunda-feira, dezembro 27, 2010

heroes: the world is full of them

© Daniel van Flymen

love lost

John Cameron Mitchel's brings Nicole back

Becca: I like that thought: Somewhere out there I’m having a good time.

Rabbit Hole

domingo, dezembro 26, 2010

under the christmas tree

sábado, dezembro 25, 2010

randomly about the last decade, you can hear:

'Mercy' (TV Series) is a medical drama which aired on NBC (2009), and stills runs the first season in Fox Life Portugal. Although I don't follow this series, the other day I woke up and decided to have breakfast watching tv, and the episode 12 was on (I found out later when I wanted to use what they said to post here). The episode, called "Wake Up Bill" deals with a patient which has been in coma since the beggining of the new millenium, suddently Silent Bill wakes up and the nurses explain him that 10 years have gone by since he went into a coma. Then Veronica Flanagan (the nurse that takes the lead on the TV show, played by actress Taylor Schilling) decides to take the patient for a walk - in his wheelchair - to a nearby park where you have the view over what it seems to be New York City...

Veronica: We have an african-american president, Barack Obama, pretty amazing!
The RedSox ended the curse and won the series… Twice!

Silent Bill [moans]: Oh God, no…

Veronica: I Know, I’m sorry!
There’s this thing called Facebook, on the computer, and people have these pages where they’re constantly updating on what they’re doing, and you can only check their page if they friend you.

Silent Bill: I don’t get it.

Veronica: It’s all about finding people I’ve never got the chance to sleep with in highschool or in college… it’s idiot!

Silent Bill: What… what else?

Veronica: Let’s see we have covered “Brangelina”, Sarah Palin, MJ’s death, iPhones…

Silent Bill [stares at the view over the city]: The… the Towers…?!

Veronica: There was this terrorist group that highjacked planes into the towers, and they fell. Three thousand people died. September, 11th, 2001. There’s been a war going on ever since… I went there. It was… I wish I could have slept through that. You’re lucky, you did!
Anyway, the whole country freaked out. People were scared in a whole new way. It’s a different world

catching up on tv shows

sexta-feira, dezembro 24, 2010

merry xmas

Michael Druks | Re-ordering of Communication, 1974

everyone has their own private idaho

quinta-feira, dezembro 23, 2010

the internet

As a source of innovation, an engine of our economy, and a forum for our political discourse, the Internet can only work if it's a truly level playing field. Small businesses should have the same ability to reach customers as powerful corporations. A blogger should have the same ability to find an audience as a media conglomerate.

This principle is called "net neutrality" -- and it's under attack. Internet service giants like Comcast and Verizon want to offer premium and privileged access to the Internet for corporations who can afford to pay for it.

by, Al Franken (U.S. Senator, Minnesota)

Posted: December 20, 2010 08:43 AM

segunda-feira, dezembro 20, 2010

in london...

domingo, dezembro 19, 2010

Nam June Paik [retrospective]

A major retrospective exhibition of the artist, performer and composer Nam June Paik.

sábado, dezembro 18, 2010

how to make it in music nowadays?!

taken from:

The New Rock-Star Paradigm (The Wall Street Journal)
Succeeding in the music business isn't just about selling albums anymore. The lead singer of OK Go on how to make it without a record label (treadmill videos help).
By Damian Kulash Jr

'Last Leaf'

Rework(ing) the classics

Pomplamoose, a San Francisco guy-girl duo, has a repertoire of its own endearingly warm pop songs and videos, but it was their homespun versions of hits by Beyoncé, Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson that raked in millions of views on YouTube. Then the group broke into the mainstream with another set of covers: performing holiday tunes such as "Deck the Halls" in TV ads for Hyundai.

— John Jurgensen

sexta-feira, dezembro 17, 2010

on trusting

Although the term "confidence" would be more appropriate - for a belief in the competence of the other party -, usually it comes related with relationships between humans as a part of social groups.
Sometimes, as humans, we tend to have trouble in letting go when empty places appear because something or someone has disappeared, and at times like that we (also) often tend to 'stay' in the place where things are comfortably (numb) and therefore used to be normal, even if that so called normality - often unconsciously translated as a Natural State Of Existence - is already rotten and letting go is the only road to follow, a road that we know we've visited before, that we already know but each time we go back to it:

Mike Walters: I always know where I am by the way that the road looks. Like I just know that I've been here before. I just know that I've been stuck here, like this one fucking time before, you know that? Yeah. There's not another road anywhere that looks like this road - I mean, exactly like this road. It's one kind of place. One of a kind... like someone's face...

[cracks neck]

Mike Waters: like a fucked up face.

My Own Private Idaho, Gus Van Sant (1991)

Lately I've felt my own existence as a mass of cumulative responsabilities that are not only my own but that belong to others too, and I question this ability that we have in becoming trustors and trustees, placing life itself as a bunch of random separate lives, nurturing a confidence that proves to be as flawless as human behaviour itself.
Do we live in the middle of this universal contract where we do not control anything and if someone fails then, suddently, nothing is anymore what it seemed to be before; and if that happens what chances do we have?! What is expected to do next?

Erykah Badu:

They play it safe, and are quick to assassinate, what they do not understand, they move in packs, ingesting more and more fear in every act of fear on one another, they feel most comfortable in groups, less guilt to swallow, they are us, this is what we have become, afraid to respect the individual. A single person with inner circumstance can move one to change to love our-self and evolve.

in Window Seat

Sometimes I just find it very hard - harder than growing up into adulthood, which for me does not necessarily brings such kind of responsability - this responsability towards the others, of handling something that extends beyond and away from myself, and the fear of failure grows stronger. (Of not being able to give back what is expected from me.)

Either way... "Vámonos" (Chavela Vargas)

People are strange and not everyone goes well together, but even in that case I believe in this big universal network of existences and different wills that, all combined, together make the world what it is nowadays.
Like Chavela sings in Vámonos, we don't forget people that once made part of our lives due to this strange feeling called love but "we'll go to somewhere, perpetuating this universal "soap opera" love story, where nobody tells us what to do anymore, far away from the world where there are no laws, no justice, no nothing... We're not the same, but we don't care!"


for her...

quinta-feira, dezembro 16, 2010

dazed and confused for 2011

Anna Paquin by Terry Richardson

The star of everyone's favourite vampire drama True Blood met Dazed and photographer Terry Richardson in Los Angeles for our cover story.

on truth and fear

Parrhesia is a verbal activity in which a speaker expresses his personal relationship to truth through frankness instead of persuasion, truth instead of flattery, and moral duty instead of self-interest and moral apathy.”

...Fearless Speech concludes the genealogy of truth that Foucault pursued throughout his life, starting with his investigations in Madness and Civilization, into the question of power and its technology. The expression “fearless speech” is a rough translation of the Greek parrhesia, which designates those who take a risk to tell the truth; the citizen who has the moral qualities required to speak the truth, even if it differs from what the majority of people believe and faces danger for speaking it.

download it here

quarta-feira, dezembro 15, 2010

send in the clowns...

TRIGGER HAPPY HANDS - Placebo (A Film By Andreas Nilsson)

“The world is run by clowns with trigger happy hands”

terça-feira, dezembro 14, 2010

sometimes closure never comes

"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite."

William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

segunda-feira, dezembro 13, 2010

domingo, dezembro 12, 2010

twisted reality

Leandro Erlich, Swimming Pool.

via fette@tumblr

MoMA PS1: Exhibitions

Invisible Light feat. Ian McKellan

Scissor Sisters: Invisible Light [Polydor] here

hollywood inter[act]ive

Tilda Swinton by Sølve Sundsbø

2010... As the end of the year approaches a review is made and captured for eternity in living/moving "still" lives of 14 Hollywood actors. Remembering the last century's glamour and icons, the work - directed by Sølve Sundsbø and with Owen Pallett's music - is an absolute fantastic interactive piece of art in which the golden era of our dreams is made real, again, like those black&white movies that inspired the world. And they will live forever...

Produced by The New York Times Magazine

quarta-feira, dezembro 08, 2010

a xmas prelude

terça-feira, dezembro 07, 2010

segunda-feira, dezembro 06, 2010


domingo, dezembro 05, 2010

san diego's greek tragedy

David Lynch presents Werner Herzog's "My Son, My Son What Have Ye Done" insipired in a true crime.

terça-feira, novembro 30, 2010


Terry Richardson & Tom Ford

via homotography

voces que hablan por las bocas amordazadas | mujeres de agua (Javier Limón)

Doce cantantes borran el verbo prohibir sólo con su voz. La Shica, Estrella Morente, Montse Cortés o Mariza, entre otras, se unen a Javier Limón para, con su arte, pedir a las autoridades iraníes que dejen de apagar las gargantas de sus mujeres. Ellas tenían que entonar este 'Mujeres de agua'. Pero sus voces están amordazadas.

Por Virginia Hernández

segunda-feira, novembro 29, 2010

Modern Family

Cameron "Cam" Tucker: Excuse me, Meryl Streep can play batman and be the right choice. She's perfection, whether she's divorcing Kramer, whether she's wearing Prada, don't even get me started with Sophie's Choice.


'Being Human', enigmatic images by unknown photographers, Robert Flynn Johnson, Thames & Hudson

Leslie Nielsen (1926-2010)

Nielsen in Forbidden Planet (1956): "Supposedly a science fiction version of Shakespeare's The Tempest, it was all about the id, or something like that. Who knows? The Trekkies today regard it as the forerunner of Star Trek. I just had to wear a tight uniform and make eyes at Anne Francis. I was pretty thin back then."

on the concept of Tragedy his [Howard Barker] volume Arguments for a Theatre. "You emerge from tragedy equipped against lies. After the musical, you're anybody's fool," he observes. (...)

I'm not going to talk about the concept of Tragedy on modern society, there better and more qualified theorists that could do it for me, instead of trying to write about something that I'll try to follow the idea that tragedy is a way to re-build the individual. I write with signs of death wondering around.
The concept that gives the title to this post is somehow that should be very easy for me to explain, but it isn't; [if-not-now-when]

'Life isn't worth anything, not anything is life worth' sings Lila Downs in her version of the old music "Tu Recuerdo y Yo"... Humans try to remember even those bitter and salty memories of hearts that no longer go together, humans are like poor devils that nurture hate inside of them waiting for a moment where they can bring it all out, and we forget that we all start and end the same... Not that that should be an excuse for everyone to get along and embrace the whole world, but in times of real tragedy should we keep fighting against eachother?
Life is worth what is worth, and that doesn't mean neither more or less than of what everyone thinks it should be worth for themselves. Life is what it is, and lately our frailty has become major topic in my thoughts. Like I said in the beggining of this post, death is all around us, and looking from outside it seems a big stubbornness (sometimes perversity) to keep on going...

Don't Let Me Down

Everything seems unfinished,
when the cold empties the streets
and people run away from the hours
the emptiness fills and spreads
where lonely hearts still wonder
in the lost&founds of humanity
coats of good will, purses and wallets
of altruistic reciprocity, have no space
and are burned into oily coal
that red-lightens this cold underworld...


As dancers, we often explore movement through sensation, creating imaginary landscapes that our viewers can only occasionally access. The white background provides a clean slate for the dancers and animators to work, and the simple costume and color scheme remove the “real” dancers from reality, more readily transporting them to the drawn world.

I like how this film exemplifies the power of post-dance choreography. The cuts, angles, and animations have as much (and perhaps more) influence on the work as the realtime choreograhy.

in MoveTheFrame

domingo, novembro 28, 2010

we are golden aged

sexta-feira, novembro 26, 2010

straight myths

Jim whispers chillingly: “I remember my dream now… why I dug the holes.”

too much

quarta-feira, novembro 24, 2010

Japan Week by David Pinheiro Silva

O sol também nasce primeiro no Porto

Em 1986 realizou-se pela primeira vez (em Florença) a Japan Week, um evento que celebra a cultura do Japão uma vez por ano numa cidade diferente do mundo. No aniversário dos 150 anos da assinatura do Tratado de Amizade Portugal-Japão, a cidade do Porto foi escolhida para receber os costumes e a tradição do país do sol nascente: ikebana (arranjo floral japonês), mukimono (escultura de legumes), caligrafia, poesia e ilustração, e a tradicional cerimónia do chá fizeram da Galeria do Palácio, Biblioteca Almeida Garrett “um lugar estranho”.

Realização: David Pinheiro Silva/PÚBLICO

Música: Sawako - August Neige

terça-feira, novembro 23, 2010

summer 1987 - article923 - post1340

Duane Michals, Self-Portrait As If I Were Dead, 1970.

DS Are you afraid of death?

DM I’m afraid of death on the animal level. Most people are afraid of the pain of death. I read an interesting quote from Milan Kundera and he said what frightens people about death is not so much that they will not have a future anymore but that they have lost their past. I think that’s wonderful because we are our histories. No matter how horrible being is, not being is more frightening. I’m afraid, with all the attendant human things; I don’t want to have cancer. I don’t want to live in unendurable pain for a long time. But I’m intrigued by the question of death. Your birthday and your deathday are your two greatest events. Did I tell you what I want on my tombstone? “Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here.” And then my name and the dates. I’m fascinated by the transience of death, the act, the change of consciousness. I dealt with death a long time before I got around to sexual issues. I did a book called The Journey of the Spirit After Death in 1970. Loosely based on my idea of The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I did Death Comes to a Lady, The Spirit Leaves the Body, Man in the Room, which is about a man who sees this person sitting in the room and is shocked to see him because he’d been to this man’s funeral. And then it turns out in fact, that he’s the one who is dead. The key line is, “Death is nothing that I thought it would be.” I’m hypnotized by the notion of death.

Duane Michals by David Seidner | BOMB Magazine

segunda-feira, novembro 22, 2010

scenic autobiographical moments

William Shakespeare | Titus Andronicus


Another part of the forest.

[Enter DEMETRIUS and CHIRON with LAVINIA, ravished; her hands cut off, and her tongue cut out ]

DEMETRIUS So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.

CHIRON Write down thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe.

DEMETRIUS See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.

CHIRON Go home, call for sweet water, wash thy hands.

DEMETRIUS She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.

CHIRON An 'twere my case, I should go hang myself.

DEMETRIUS If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.


domingo, novembro 21, 2010


Maxence Cyrin

The focus of Maxence Cyrin’s work is twofold. First he creates piano equivalents of (semi) contemporary pop songs before setting the arrangements to scenes taken from classic/cult films. The results are wonderful re-interpretations, not only of the music, but also of its original visual accompaniment.

taken from here:

sábado, novembro 20, 2010

@Festival da Fábrica (12ª edição) - "a corpo libero"

Silvia Gribaudi (Itália)

Just when you think you've seen every dance move known to woman (or man), along comes Silvia Gribaudi with the comedy bingo wing. We may be early in the Resolution! run but the sight of Gribaudi wobbling her fleshy bicep right on the beat is already locked in as a personal highlight.

Morphing from hem-fiddling wallflower to stage-owning siren, Gribaudi's solo A corpo libero (free style) was a joy from start of finish. Expressing more with a shrug or a roll of the eyes than most manage with full-on limb-flinging, Gribaudi ran on the spot to Iggy Pop's The Passenger, chased a capricious spotlight and turned belly wobbling and breast jiggling into uplifting poetry. She owned the stage: A corpo libero was a speeded up DIY version of How To Look Good Naked, happily minus Gok Wan yelling ‘Go Girlfriend!'. This sister is doin' it for herself. (...)

Keith Watson (here)

quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2010

quarta-feira, novembro 17, 2010

The summer's gone, and all the leaves are dying

"Danny Boy" has been recorded many times by a variety of artists. [here]

Sung by the character of Kim Walker, Deanna Durbin in the film Because of Him (1946)

segunda-feira, novembro 15, 2010



by Erwin Olaf

Nico Muhly: I Drink The Air Before Me

...the score, by Nico Muhly, evokes turbulent undercurrents in which the frantic sounds of flute and strings are woven with the more tumultuous notes of a trombone and piano. Without being literal, the music and choreography create a sonic, ephemeral wave.

One day tells its tale to another,
and one night imparts knowledge to another.
Although they have no words or language,
and their voices are not heard,
Their sound has gone out into all lands,
and their message to the ends of the world.

I wanted the ensemble to be a little quirky community of people living by the edge of the sea: a busybody flute, a wise viola, and the masculine, workmanlike bassoon, trombone, and upright bass. The piano acts as an agitator, an unwelcome visitor, bearing with it aggressive electronic noises and rhythmic interruptions. ”

Nico Muhly

sábado, novembro 13, 2010

r.i.p. walkman (1978-2010)

SONY WALKMAN, the first low-cost, portable music player, has become over the last few years another member of the group of now-obsolete technologies. Nine year's after the iPod, the cassette player is being removed from the market. From now on we'll only have the memory of switching sides of the tape... of getting it all tangled inside the device... of listening to the sound of FWDing and RWDing the tapes trying to find the beggining of that music we really wanted to hear. Maybe someday we'll see people walking around in the streets with iPod's inside walkman cases...or something like that.

sexta-feira, novembro 12, 2010

let's go all the way...

quarta-feira, novembro 10, 2010


by Duane Michals

Fragments d’un discours amoureux

'Two powerful myths made us believe that love could, was sublime in aesthetic creation: the Socratic myth (love serves to create a multitude of beautiful and magnificent speeches) and the romantic myth (to produce an immortal work writing my passion.)'

Roland Barthes, Fragments d’un discours amoureux (1977)

terça-feira, novembro 09, 2010

"...but then, after a while, you come back.”

The fever will burn you out...

c. garneau's 'dirty night clowns'

domingo, novembro 07, 2010


A few weeks ago I was verbally bullied about my sexual orientation by some "idiots in the projects" while I was travelling inside a bus that drove me from the suburbs to the city (those kind of suburbs that no one visits unless they have to - and that's my case, due to my a part of my job).
Sarah Beckett (Andrew's Mother): "Well, I didn't raise my kids to sit in the back of the bus.(...)"
in, Philadelphia (1993)
How is it that the one's riding in the back of the bus could so easily and immediately install a fear inside of me that made me aware of how unsafe we all still are; and also about that same old unafraid me - that, despite all the problems, felt free and a true believer on this thing we call LIFE, a true believer of the FUTURE to come.
I'm turning into a skeptic, and feel that outside [in the world] things are so difficult that giving up, going away, change radically, ... and yet none of these options are to become the true solution of the problem that obviously goes beyond myself, beyond the people I know and love, and that I don't know but still want to know and love, and the one's that I know but don't love (anymore). The problem is humanity, or the lack of it in all places where people are forced to relate to eachother. Maybe people don't want to relate anymore...

A few days ago, after the upper situation, I was invited by I.V. to be part of this performance in the dark, called "Souffleurs", where the main action of the performers was to 'souffle' words to an entire audience that sat in the dark during the whole event, everything while Debussy's 'Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune' was playing. This performance lasted 10 minutes... and what I.V. wanted people to understand by this - or try to - was that we need eachother in a very individual and [right now] almost unexistent way...

Maybe people don't want to relate anymore, maybe people got so used on counting on eachother only as a contrast of the loneliness that grows everyday and becomes more and more unbearable, maybe people don't mind being "blown words in the dark" that talk about existence, universe, death, loneliness, love, and some other major topics, because there - in the dark - we don't see eachother and in the middle of all this darkness the warmth of a voice brings us back to the problem that we in fact are always alone...
But not all people understand that, not all people need to understand that - (note to myself)-.
The only problem is how to understand why suddently the world grew in to this trench where SAFE no longer exists and ANYWHERE can be the wrong place to be.

quinta-feira, novembro 04, 2010

on intersection with human experience

“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things. And the reason they were able to do that was that they’ve had more experiences or they have thought more about their experiences than other people. Unfortunately, that’s too rare a commodity. A lot of people in our industry haven’t had very diverse experiences. So they don’t have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions without a broad perspective on the problem. The broader one’s understanding of the human experience, the better design we will have.”

Steve Jobs

terça-feira, novembro 02, 2010


segunda-feira, novembro 01, 2010

Les Hommes Volants

Le célèbre générique [d'ouverture] d'Antenne 2 (France TV), réalisé par Jean-Michel Folon.

Patricia Tallman

In 1990, Tallman starred as Barbara in the Savini-directed remake of the 1968 classic "Night Of The Living Dead" (1990)

everything must change

domingo, outubro 31, 2010


"The Rocky Horror Glee Show"

João Paulo Seara Cardoso (1956-2010)

«São as paixões a matéria incandescente do teatro. A marioneta é um corpo inerte, altamente inflamável. O actor confia-lhe a chama da vida. De uma forma intermitente. Assim, ela permanece num limbo entre a vida e a morte. “A vida não pode ser exprimida em arte senão pela falta de vida ou pelo recurso à morte” (Kantor).»

João Paulo Seara Cardoso, in "A Falta de Vida", escritos,

quinta-feira, outubro 28, 2010 selection

A video description in 3rd person:
Scenic Jogging features Mayer chasing projected images of typical screensavers such as idyllic meadows and mountainscapes. These images are embellished by design programs to be more attractive to appeal to our primal desire to be outside rather than in front of a computer or in ugly urban landscapes. Even if Mayer were to ever catch up her object of desire, she will find it never existed in the first place, and she has been chasing the unattainable.

Scenic Jogging was selected among others to be part of the first YouTube Play Biennal ( - in association with Guggenheim Museum.
Watch here

terça-feira, outubro 26, 2010


to fall is to understand the universe

segunda-feira, outubro 25, 2010

Oleg, Arthur, Stas and Cyril

KAZAKY-a completely new, with nothing comparable to the Ukrainian project.
His debut music video «In the middle» they subdued Internet users in the early days of rotation.
Shocking, sexy guys, showing an incredible combination of masculine beauty, plastics and choreography create a show that turns the mind.
Do you wonder who are they?

domingo, outubro 24, 2010

sexta-feira, outubro 22, 2010


GIRLS WHO LIKE BOYS WHO LIKE BOYS is Sundance Channel's new original series celebrating the special relationship between straight women and gay men.

Experience the ins and out of friendship with four dynamic and dramatic New York duos facing life's biggest milestones, including marriage, divorce, coming out, getting sober, and starting a family. Premieres December 7th at 10pm ET/PT, only on Sundance Channel.

quinta-feira, outubro 21, 2010

Glee by Terry Richardson