3/19/13
the only dying swan i cried for
natalia makarova from the mariinsky ballet played the swan in 1982 at royal ballet covent garden
2/17/13
documentary of the month
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| "Don't Laugh." "I can't help it." "Laughter always brings sadness too." "Why cry? I've cried enough for a lifetime. I can't help it, I have to laugh." "Laughing, crying, both are a part of life. No one can see what it buried deeper. There is so much sorrow and pain. We try to forget sadness with a little laughter, but the pain still remains." |
2/10/13
Helmut Lang ad circa 1999, photographed by Cary Wolinsky of Nat Geo
makes nowadays fashion campaigns look so outdated
11/28/12
10/31/12
film of the month
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The Tree and The Chrysalis
“After an unjust death, there is nothing to say. Nothing at all. As will become plain below.
From the branch of an olive tree, there hung a tiny chrysalis the color of emerald. Tomorrow it would be a butterfly, freed from its cocoon. The tree was happy to see his chrysalis grown, but secretly he wanted to keep her a few more years. As long as she remembers he’d shielded her from gusts, saved her from ants, but tomorrow she would leave to affront predators and poor weather alone. That night, a fire ravaged the forest, and the chrysalis never became a butterfly. At dawn, the ashes cold, the tree stood still, but his heart was charred, scarred by the flames, scarred by grief. Ever since then when a bird alights on the tree, the tree tells it about the chrysalis that never woke up. He pictures her wings spread flitting across a clear blue sky, drunk on nectar and freedom, the discreet witness to our love stories.”
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10/21/12
Lose yourself
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| Her palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on her sweater already, mom's spaghetti She's nervous, but on the surface she looks calm and ready to drop bombs, But she keeps on forgetting what she wrote down, The whole crowd goes so loud She opens her mouth, but the words won't come out She's choking how, everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, she choked She's so mad, but she won't give up that Easy, no She won't have it , she knows her whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, she's dope She knows that, but she's broke She's so stagnant, she knows When she goes back to her mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again, yo This whole rhapsody She better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass her |
10/3/12
9/26/12
Hussein Chalayan, spring-summer 1998
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| For the close of his spring/summer 1998 collection, Hussein Chalayan offered a glimpse behind the veil of Muslim modesty. During the finale, six models entered and assembled onstage. The first wore a face mask and nothing else. Each successive model wore an increasingly longer version of the niqab, obscuring more and more of her nude body. “It was about defining your space structurally and graphically. It wasn’t really supposed to be offensive,” said the designer, a secular Turk born in Cyprus. “This was about the cultural loss of self.” via nymag |
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