domingo, janeiro 30, 2011

working about the right kind of acting profile

Harold Pinter | Ashes to Ashes (1996)

REBECCA: And I said what baby
ECHO: what baby
REBECCA: I don't have a baby
ECHO: a baby
REBECCA: I don't know of any baby
ECHO: of any baby
Pause.
REBECCA: I don't know of any baby
Long silence.
BLACKOUT. (83–84)

Oscar® promo



BEST PICTURE

127 Hours
Black Swan
The Fighter
Inception
The Kids Are All Right
The King's Speech
Winter's Bone
True Grit
The Social Network
Toy Story 3

and all the other nominations... [here]

sexta-feira, janeiro 28, 2011

the social network

closer


via [homotography]

segunda-feira, janeiro 24, 2011

new work: MYTHEMS








MYTHEMS [Online Video Installation]

"…like a mirror-reflection... so that I am surrounded by me and my mind surrounds me . . . there is no escape."
– Nancy Holt in Boomerang (Richard Serra, 1974)

Exploring concepts such as Identity, Reflection and Self Replication (amongst others), MYTHEMS is an experimental video-art work which aims to be the result of a research where video is used as a form of giving back to the spectator a taste of its own existence. Exploring the use of this tool as a form of mirroring oneself and being able to accept the various individualities that are part of a whole, an individual and personal whole which boomerangs back and forward indefinitely.


Editing: Daniel Pinheiro
Sculpture/Installation: Um Jardim Catóptrico (Teuseus) by Ângelo de Sousa
Music: The Trees by Max Richter; The Soul Leaves by Jozef Van Wissem
Words: Nancy Holt in Richard Serra’s Boomerang (1974)
Produced at the MUGATXOAN 2010 Artistic Residency (Serralves – Porto, Portugal)
Thanks to: Ion Munduate, Flor Bazarra, Maria F. Dolores, Tiago Bôto

Social Networks Sanctification

"Truth, proclamation and authenticity of life in the digital age."
- Pope Benedict XVI

The pope is known to write most of his speeches by hand while his aides manage his forays into cyberspace. In 2009, a new Vatican website, www.pope2you.net, went live, offering an application called "The pope meets you on Facebook," and another allowing the faithful to see the Pope's speeches and messages on their iPhones or iPods. 

reality
















Staging Reality by Matthew Stone (here)

sábado, janeiro 22, 2011

♥ Singing and Suffering, Suffering and Singing

Mr. Wyffels is Mr. Hadreas’s boyfriend, which wasn’t relevant musically but counted much more when, a few songs into the show, he moved from behind his synthesizer to join Mr. Hadreas on the piano bench. There they sat, flush with each other, still but for their hands.
NY Times - Music Review by Jon Caramanica



so cutes...


(Mike Hadreas and Alan Wyffels)

also related: here

sexta-feira, janeiro 21, 2011

beat memories: a family album

Jack Kerouac by Allen Ginsberg

















...both poetry and photography could reveal "the luminousness of the ordinary event."

Read more: here & here

quarta-feira, janeiro 19, 2011

in comparative sense

When we write about truth we should adress ourselves. When in writing we are didactic and admonitory, we must consider that we instruct and admonish only ourselves, for our own failings alone. The reader is a happy accident. One must allow the reader his liberty, his liberty to contradict what is written, his liberty to be distracted by alternatives. Therefore it would be improper for me to try to convince the reader of all that is in this book. It is enough that you imagine me now, as I am, with the companionship of my recollections, in comparative peace, desiring the solace of no one. It is enough that you imagine me now, elderly scribe to my younger self, and accept that I am changed, and that it was different before.

in, The Benefactor - Susan Sontag

[In comparative sense...] 

... When in performing we are didactic and admonitory, we must consider that we instruct and admonish only ourselves, for our own failings alone. The spectator is a happy accident. One must allow the spectator his liberty, his liberty to contradict what's being said (acted, performed...), his liberty to be distracted by alternatives. Therefore it would be improprer of any artist/creator to try to convince the audience of all that is in any of their works.

black swan (oscar, oscar, oscar!!!!!!)











Nina Sayers: I had the craziest dream last night. I was dancing the white swan. It was different choreography though, it was more like the Bolshoi's. It was the prologue, when Rothbart casts his spell.

segunda-feira, janeiro 17, 2011

wilhelms scream by James Blake

I don't know about my dreams
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Might as well fall in.

I don't know about my love.
I don't know about my lovin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Might as well fall in.

I don't know about my dreams.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Fallin.

I don't know about my love.
I don't know about my lovin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm lovin fallin lovin lovin.
Might as well love you.

I don't know about my love.
I don't know about my lovin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm turnin turnin turnin turnin
Might as well turn in.

I don't know about my dreams.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Might as well fall in.

I don't know about my love.
I don't know about my lovin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Might as well fall in.

I don't know about my dreams.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Fallin.

I don't know about my love.
I don't know about my lovin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm lovin lovin lovin lovin.
Might as well love you.

I don't know about my dreams.
I don't know about my dreamin anymore.
All that i know is
I'm fallin fallin fallin fallin.
Might as well fall in...

DAVID LYNCH - Music Video Competition (Results)



Director: Arnold de Parscau

also watch: "I Know" Director: Tamar Drachli

genero.tv (see all the finalist videos)

up(to)date versions | TRON: Legacy




Tron (1982) | Director: Steven Lisberger

A hacker is literally abducted into the world of a computer and forced to participate in gladiatorial games where his only chance of escape is with the help of a heroic security program.



TRON: Legacy (2010) | Director: Joseph Kosinski

The son of a virtual world designer goes looking for his father and ends up inside the digital world that his father designed. He meets his father's creation turned bad and a unique ally who was born inside the digital domain of The Grid.

domingo, janeiro 16, 2011

of sleep and dreams...

Of sleep, every evening's sinister adventure, it may be observed that men go daily to their beds with an audacity which would be beyond comprehension did we not know that is the result of their ignorance of danger.

Baudelaire
in Susan Sontag's "The Benefactor"

...Part of the obligatory method of the roman nouveau is the use of the novel as a vehicle for the retelling of an ancient myth. Towards the end of "The Benefactor" what might have been suspected is revealed. Hippolyte is, of course, Hippolytus of the Greek myth, whose stepmother, Phaedra, attempts to seduce him; he refuses and she wreaks her revenge. We are told this, typically, in the form of a dream. "In the dream," Hippolyte recounts, "I am my famous namesake of myth and drama vowed to celibacy. Frau Anders is my lusty stepmother. But since this is a modern version of the story I do not spurn her. I accept her advances, enjoy her, and then cast her off. As the goddess in the opening of the ancient play declares, those who disregard the power of Eros will be chastised. Perhaps that is the meaning, or one of them, of all my dreams." (...)
 (Review by Daniel Stern, NYTimes - September 8, 1963)

working out

quinta-feira, janeiro 13, 2011

a prelude of summer...














"Spanish Teenager"
Casey Spooner’s Solo Debut is an Escapist Fantasy @ Nowness
(featuring additional vocals by Jake Shears from Scissor Sisters. Giving us a taste of the album Adult Contemporary, the song's brilliantly homoerotic video is directed by Luke Gilford.)

quarta-feira, janeiro 12, 2011

Lindy Hoppers

People were dancing, the roaring 30's played out loud in the background...
We all learn something here and there, we learn from eachother, we even learn things that we'll never use again, things that we might even forget but we pay attention to the foggy words coming out of a lover's mouth, expecting to save that moment into our endless, (in)finite, memory, closing our eyes slowly wishing to record that moment as one of the best moments of our lives.
People danced and the couple sitted just across the table, cornered to it together, facing backwards to the hopping group of people behind them, smiling, drinking, dancing, moving to a post war musicology that we try desperately to grab as our own...
He mutedly talked words of love while she looked at him; across the room the other 'he' looked over his shoulder to the girl beside me, that grew into a state of animal behaviour, making this exchange of looks and glances - once more in the universal story of great love affairs - the ultimate declaration of interest between two human beings.
The music played... and human sweat drained, to its last drop, the feeling of inadequacy towards the profound recognition of this being the dawn of a new day.

On (the) Line














Performance 11–15: On Line
Donald B. and Catherine C. Marron Atrium

January 12–February 6, 2011

The dancing body has long been subject matter for drawing, as seen in a variety of works included in the exhibition On Line: Drawing Through the Twentieth Century, currently on view in The Museum of Modern Art's sixth-floor special exhibition gallery. These documentations show dance in two dimensions, allowing it to be seen in a gallery setting. But if one considers line as the trace of a point in motion—an idea at the core of this exhibition—then the act of dance and performance itself becomes a drawing, an insertion of drawing into the time and three-dimensional space of our lived world. In conjunction with the exhibition, and as part of MoMA's ongoing Performance Exhibition Series, a program of live performance and dance is presented in the Museum's Donald B. and Catherine C. Marron Atrium. All performances are included with Museum admission.

www.e-flux.com | MoMA.org

segunda-feira, janeiro 10, 2011

Chris Crocker (Internet celebrity)



Chris Crocker

listening to: 'Daniel' by We Are Trees


















Album: Boyfriend 12'' (2010)

a vision of the world...


"Howl" (2010), directors: Rob Epstein, Jeffrey Friedman

footnote

Footnote to Howl

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an
angel!
The bum's as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!

Allen Ginsberg

just in case

sexta-feira, janeiro 07, 2011

about believing ... or not?!

The Ultimate Distortion of Love

And they throw up on you.
The vomit coming out of their ugly mouths...
And you eat it.
And they spit on you.
And you're thankful for what you got.
Are you really?
And they make you believe.
Well, do you? Really?
And you smell like rotten meat.
And you taste yourself everyday.
And you throw up and spit.
(Like them) Over yourself again.
And you take your pills
And clean your mess.
And you do nothing more.
Because you are alone.
Are you? Really?
Because you're weak.
Are you? Really?
You don't feel alive.
You are dead.
Are you? ...

by, Fátima São Simão @ fishandhips.blogspot.com

kate...














The short film, titled Everglade, takes its name from the haunting Antony and the Johnsons song that serves as its soundtrack, and premieres on NOWNESS today. It marks the latest instance of the Dutch duo's intentionally blurring the boundaries of reality. “Surrealism is always there in our work, whether it’s in camera or through computer manipulation,” says Van Lamsweerde. “We’ve had the idea for this video for some time. We are fascinated with the different realities going on in one shoot and so the music, the animation, Kate's movements and the camera angle represent these layers of perception.” With animated illustrations by artist Jo Ratcliffe (in collaboration with Bouwine Pool for Sherbet), the film not only captures Moss in action, but also aims to represent a fantasy inner world. “We talked to [Ratcliffe] about it being half horror and half Disney,” Van Lamsweerde says, and what evolved is an idiosyncratic take on the behind-the-scenes genre. “It ranges from a sinewy heavy metal feel to a much cuter place,” she sums up.


Spying On Kate Moss @ Nowness

quinta-feira, janeiro 06, 2011

one blonde, one brunette



found here

we're all little children

Ronald James McGorvey (Ronnie): I'm not a nice person.

May McGorvey: You're a miracle, Ronnie. We're all miracles. Know why? Because as humans, every day we go about our business, and all that time we know... we all know... that the things we love, at any time now can be all be taken away. We live knowing that and we keep going anyway. Animals don't do that.

Little Children (2006) Directed by Todd Field. Wtitten by Todd Field and Tom Perrotta.

quarta-feira, janeiro 05, 2011

Nevertheless: people die.

For most of us, the fate of tweets and status updates and the like may seem trivial (who cares — I’ll be dead!). But increasingly we’re not leaving a record of life by culling and stowing away physical journals or shoeboxes of letters and photographs for heirs or the future. Instead, we are, collectively, busy producing fresh masses of life-affirming digital stuff: five billion images and counting on Flickr; hundreds of thousands of YouTube videos uploaded every day; oceans of content from 20 million bloggers and 500 million Facebook members; two billion tweets a month. Sites and services warehouse our musical and visual creations, personal data, shared opinions and taste declarations in the form of reviews and lists and ratings, even virtual scrapbook pages.

ON OCT. 18, 2009, Mac Tonnies updated his blog, sent out some public tweets and private messages via Twitter, went to bed and died of cardiac arrhythmia. While he had experienced some symptoms that indicated potential heart problems, his sudden death came as a shock even to those who knew him well. He was 34.

in, Cyberspace When You’re Dead
By ROB WALKER
(January 5, 2011) - NYTimes

stars with blogs


Mark Webber and Samantha Morton on the set of “Jesus’ Son”.

I am the Mark Webber who does not drive a race car.

I make movies. In front of the camera and behind.

This is my blog.

shhh don’t tell anybody
.

on tv




JESUS´SON - dir. Alison Maclean (1999)

segunda-feira, janeiro 03, 2011

domingo, janeiro 02, 2011

under the weeping willow



Vada:

Weeping willow with your tears running down,
why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
is it because he could not stay?
On your branches he would swing,
do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade.
You thought his laughter would never fade.
Weeping willow, stop your tears.
There is something to calm you fears.
You think death has ripped you forever apart.
But I know he'll always be in your heart.

sábado, janeiro 01, 2011

NYE - first lights

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