Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
SPAIN lover...
I'm really looking forward to a new trip to Spain ... And this time I want to land at Madrid.
Not that Barcelona isn't one of the prettiest cities in the whole world!
Ay, Senior - Barcelona is one of the most artistic and compact places I've ever been. The city accepted me with so much sunlight during those 3 wonderful days I spent there. The days were just way to short to enjoy the full range of architecture styles: from an amazingly ordered Gothic barrio (neighborhood), through Gaudi's neo gothics & art neuvo casas (houses) straight to the very latest constructing technologies all brighten up in The Torre Agbar skyscraper. Oh, even the cemeteries of Barcelona are an aesthetic spot to be visit. All the way from the Aquarium at the cost to the top of the Montjuic hill, where the Palau National, the Olympic stadium, the scenic Pueblo Espanol are situated - all the way Barcelona is the spiritual masterpiece of art. But do you know what makes it even more beloved from me? Although the days are way too short to see it all, the nights are just as useful and stoning as it is by daylight. This is a place where the fiestas and the siestas never end. Where people of all ages come out on the streets when the moonlight shines bright. Rivers of Sangria flood the streets and crazy flamenco shoes break through the ground.
Ay, FLAMENCO.... The prime reason why I'm hitting Madrid next time!!! There's only one male name standing beyond the Flamenco dance itself. One man who made the Flamenco a world known admired dance. He is the one who brought royalties, supermodels and Andalucia's gypcies at the same hall enjoying the same moment. Yes, he is JOAQUIN CORTES!!!
And now that my plans for visiting Madrid concern the time at September, I'm really hoping I could set things right and get the chance to see his latest show - Cale.
If I can't make it...oh well, I'll have to feed my hunger for beauty with the Prado museum and its collections. Actually, this museum owns me a great time, because during my visit at Salvador Dali's Museum at Figueras, I found out that many of the masterpieces of the Marquis de Pubol are sent to Prado (others at New York & unfortunately many of them are in private collections). I wish one day I could by myself a Dali's original.
Salvador Dali.
My biggest inspiration. My fuzziest fusion. My realistic surreal moments.
23 of January 2005, the day I saw for a first time a picture by him...16 years ago on that day, Salvador Dali Marquiz de Pubol died at his home in Figueras. I was so impressed from this painting...one of the most famous paintings - The time explosion, from the soft watches collection...There was I - standing in one hotel room, sad and lonely thinking over the past. I took a look at the mirror for a moment and all of the sudden I saw this impressive painting on the wall right above my head. And then came the moment of clarity, the moment of peace - just seeing the picture I figured it all out. The love I had fought for so long then, had melt in time and it was on its way to be over. DALI. The answer of my dreams ...
And last year, when I went to Figueras and finally enter thе room with his tomb...What a moment of insanity!!! Would you believe that a room always full of at least 10 people - everyday, 24/7, all the time, this room got empty for more than a half of a minute. May be it was less, but me standing there all by myself with the body of my greatest inspiration - it was a moment of eternity. I could never express what I felt, because words are way too shallow.
If I could believe in karma and previous life...I wish I were Gala - Dali's flower, muse & mind behind the brush!
Not that Barcelona isn't one of the prettiest cities in the whole world!
Ay, Senior - Barcelona is one of the most artistic and compact places I've ever been. The city accepted me with so much sunlight during those 3 wonderful days I spent there. The days were just way to short to enjoy the full range of architecture styles: from an amazingly ordered Gothic barrio (neighborhood), through Gaudi's neo gothics & art neuvo casas (houses) straight to the very latest constructing technologies all brighten up in The Torre Agbar skyscraper. Oh, even the cemeteries of Barcelona are an aesthetic spot to be visit. All the way from the Aquarium at the cost to the top of the Montjuic hill, where the Palau National, the Olympic stadium, the scenic Pueblo Espanol are situated - all the way Barcelona is the spiritual masterpiece of art. But do you know what makes it even more beloved from me? Although the days are way too short to see it all, the nights are just as useful and stoning as it is by daylight. This is a place where the fiestas and the siestas never end. Where people of all ages come out on the streets when the moonlight shines bright. Rivers of Sangria flood the streets and crazy flamenco shoes break through the ground.
Ay, FLAMENCO.... The prime reason why I'm hitting Madrid next time!!! There's only one male name standing beyond the Flamenco dance itself. One man who made the Flamenco a world known admired dance. He is the one who brought royalties, supermodels and Andalucia's gypcies at the same hall enjoying the same moment. Yes, he is JOAQUIN CORTES!!!
And now that my plans for visiting Madrid concern the time at September, I'm really hoping I could set things right and get the chance to see his latest show - Cale.
If I can't make it...oh well, I'll have to feed my hunger for beauty with the Prado museum and its collections. Actually, this museum owns me a great time, because during my visit at Salvador Dali's Museum at Figueras, I found out that many of the masterpieces of the Marquis de Pubol are sent to Prado (others at New York & unfortunately many of them are in private collections). I wish one day I could by myself a Dali's original.
Salvador Dali.
My biggest inspiration. My fuzziest fusion. My realistic surreal moments.
23 of January 2005, the day I saw for a first time a picture by him...16 years ago on that day, Salvador Dali Marquiz de Pubol died at his home in Figueras. I was so impressed from this painting...one of the most famous paintings - The time explosion, from the soft watches collection...There was I - standing in one hotel room, sad and lonely thinking over the past. I took a look at the mirror for a moment and all of the sudden I saw this impressive painting on the wall right above my head. And then came the moment of clarity, the moment of peace - just seeing the picture I figured it all out. The love I had fought for so long then, had melt in time and it was on its way to be over. DALI. The answer of my dreams ...
And last year, when I went to Figueras and finally enter thе room with his tomb...What a moment of insanity!!! Would you believe that a room always full of at least 10 people - everyday, 24/7, all the time, this room got empty for more than a half of a minute. May be it was less, but me standing there all by myself with the body of my greatest inspiration - it was a moment of eternity. I could never express what I felt, because words are way too shallow.
If I could believe in karma and previous life...I wish I were Gala - Dali's flower, muse & mind behind the brush!
Monday, May 25, 2009
He is ...
Create An Animated Image"I've just checked his portfolio... with no surprise at all, I found out that some of the most intense color shootings I've ever browsed, have been made on his set. And while I was checking the celebrities on the catalog, I couldn't stop wondering why they keep pointing Annie Leibovitz to be the exclusive celeb photographer (of course, with all my due respect to Ms. Leibovitz).
May be because ALI MAHDAVI is an icon when it comes to the art of fashion.
Create An Animated Image"But celebs and fashion are just so the same that sometimes it's hard to separate the name from the dress. Although the glory of the finest Paris lens comes more from the shine of the Thierry Mugler metal creations, how can you take Beyonce's face out of the frame when exactly Thierry Muglers designs stage wardrobe for "I am ...Sasha Fierce" world tour.
Create An Animated Image"Is that a celebrity shooting or a fashion blast catalog? And while I'm checking those photos I keep asking: how can a man from the present leave such remarkable trade far in the future? While we are all stuck at the present, working for a better future, Ali Mahdavi is the man living in the better future, trying to bring it in the present. All the colorful drama could not be displayed on words...The longer I stare at his photos, the more I believe that even the photos themselves aren't enough tense to give an access to his futuristic mind.
And here I come to the bottom of my admiration to Mahdavi - the closer he brings me to the future, the harder I'm tasting the past. All the faces that I tried so hard to separate from the shine of the whole composition, all these faces are just like some expensive vintage portraits. Here they are - Dita von Teese, Yasmin Le Bon, Monica Bellucci, Mamie van Doren, Tilda Swinton - the retro classic women of all times. The white powdered skin and bloody red lips of Ms. Teese just lead me straight back to the pin up Queen of the '50's - Betty Page. How can a '50's model fit so well in a photo from a next generation mind?
Create An Animated Image"http://www.alimahdavi.net/
... a genius!
100% SoBeR
Ok, that's how it usually goes ...
1p.m. , 25th of May
Good morning, world! This morning everything seems to fit at the picture - no blurry objects around me, no dizzy moments.
Dam', I'm getting really old. Yesterday, ...no, the day before, I had a few drinks and than...it took me a whole day to recover.
Yesterday, I was in an all-day long vertigo and still it was a lovely day with friends. We went to the lake shore and had those relaxing 3-4 hours surrounded by the beautiful flora and fauna of the place.
Fishermen were sitting quietly alongside the lake wharf and waiting patiently for the catch. Women dressed in swimming suites were sleeping carelessly under the shade of the huge tree crowns. Kids were playing excited around the gorgeous colorful peacocks and fluffy white baby lambs held in the park side of the place. Meanwhile, the smell of fresh fried fish was coming down from the upper side of the meadow where a restaurant was situated. Me, Jim, El-yo, Itzo, Lachi & Vlado sat at the restaurant and after the crazy night out only Jim was able to drink beer. All the rest ordered lemonades and "Ayrian"s (sour yoghurt with water).
►Oh, what a night was the night of May, 23 ◄
I can't resist. I'm hopping straight to the story from 23th of may...2009 - 4 years later after the prom night! !!! ! And the moment gets even more sweeter, because it was also Lachi's 23 birthday. Yes, he was born May 23 1986 and this 23 of May he turned 23... and in the same time we all together celebrate 4 years after graduating high school. Now wasn't that cool?!!! lol... All the gang got drunk and we all dropped the planes for going home after the party. This wouldn't be such a remarkable thing only if we all were regular party monsters, but in the last few years after the prom we all changed significantely. We are always busy with work, studies, home chores and other social activities that keeps us apart. We are all grown up people that almost never get drunk together anymore. We usually share a bottle of wine, few words and 11 pm is time to go home. ... But this 23th of may we all...all of us (that's the amazing part) ... went back to basics. Somehow we all enjoyed the heavy glasses full of gin and wine and 5 hours later we end up at the neighborhood park, sat down on the kid's slides promising each other the eternity of friendship love and forever more...It was an awesome night. Me & Deni (my bestie gal since 9th grade) had this warm-close-deep-drunken chat about our days...4 years later after the official end up of "being together every day - all day". And yeah - even the two of us, two great friends, see eachothers once or twice a week, both busy with work and duties.
Oh man, time goes by soo fast. Four years slipped through our fingers and we barely recognize our own hands - dried and shaking.
And we all love what we had, but somethings so wrong in the formula. Our old us - the kids hanging out after school were so devoted to each other - always together - at class, at breaks, on the phone, at the cafeterias... But now, our-grown up-selves that we all show out to be smarter, wiser, stronger could not manage to keep together what we love so much - our friendship. We are getting distant and no one can handle it right. ... Sad! I hope 4 years from now we could still have a great party all togheter again! :/ ...and even though these sad lines goes through my mind I'm truely happy for the great kiddish party we've made. ...
Time goes by soo fast. Think of it, Lachi was 14 years old (we were all 14 years old) when we met n set things up. ... And this year we celebrate his 23 bday! And mine's coming too!
Isn't it ironic?! 23 - we are so young and in the same time soo old to each others!
1p.m. , 25th of May
Good morning, world! This morning everything seems to fit at the picture - no blurry objects around me, no dizzy moments.
Dam', I'm getting really old. Yesterday, ...no, the day before, I had a few drinks and than...it took me a whole day to recover.
Yesterday, I was in an all-day long vertigo and still it was a lovely day with friends. We went to the lake shore and had those relaxing 3-4 hours surrounded by the beautiful flora and fauna of the place.
Fishermen were sitting quietly alongside the lake wharf and waiting patiently for the catch. Women dressed in swimming suites were sleeping carelessly under the shade of the huge tree crowns. Kids were playing excited around the gorgeous colorful peacocks and fluffy white baby lambs held in the park side of the place. Meanwhile, the smell of fresh fried fish was coming down from the upper side of the meadow where a restaurant was situated. Me, Jim, El-yo, Itzo, Lachi & Vlado sat at the restaurant and after the crazy night out only Jim was able to drink beer. All the rest ordered lemonades and "Ayrian"s (sour yoghurt with water).
►Oh, what a night was the night of May, 23 ◄
I can't resist. I'm hopping straight to the story from 23th of may...2009 - 4 years later after the prom night! !!! ! And the moment gets even more sweeter, because it was also Lachi's 23 birthday. Yes, he was born May 23 1986 and this 23 of May he turned 23... and in the same time we all together celebrate 4 years after graduating high school. Now wasn't that cool?!!! lol... All the gang got drunk and we all dropped the planes for going home after the party. This wouldn't be such a remarkable thing only if we all were regular party monsters, but in the last few years after the prom we all changed significantely. We are always busy with work, studies, home chores and other social activities that keeps us apart. We are all grown up people that almost never get drunk together anymore. We usually share a bottle of wine, few words and 11 pm is time to go home. ... But this 23th of may we all...all of us (that's the amazing part) ... went back to basics. Somehow we all enjoyed the heavy glasses full of gin and wine and 5 hours later we end up at the neighborhood park, sat down on the kid's slides promising each other the eternity of friendship love and forever more...It was an awesome night. Me & Deni (my bestie gal since 9th grade) had this warm-close-deep-drunken chat about our days...4 years later after the official end up of "being together every day - all day". And yeah - even the two of us, two great friends, see eachothers once or twice a week, both busy with work and duties.
Oh man, time goes by soo fast. Four years slipped through our fingers and we barely recognize our own hands - dried and shaking.
And we all love what we had, but somethings so wrong in the formula. Our old us - the kids hanging out after school were so devoted to each other - always together - at class, at breaks, on the phone, at the cafeterias... But now, our-grown up-selves that we all show out to be smarter, wiser, stronger could not manage to keep together what we love so much - our friendship. We are getting distant and no one can handle it right. ... Sad! I hope 4 years from now we could still have a great party all togheter again! :/ ...and even though these sad lines goes through my mind I'm truely happy for the great kiddish party we've made. ...
Time goes by soo fast. Think of it, Lachi was 14 years old (we were all 14 years old) when we met n set things up. ... And this year we celebrate his 23 bday! And mine's coming too!
Isn't it ironic?! 23 - we are so young and in the same time soo old to each others!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Mama Africa, 6 months later n I still tremble
Six months since I've post out the entry for Miriam Makeba's death
Today I woke up with the "E-yo mama, E-yo mama - oh, pata pata!" in my head... So I played the old black n white video and went back to the day she died...
► "On 9 November 2008, Miriam Makeba, a.k.a. Mama Africa, became ill while taking part in a concert organized to support writer Roberto Saviano in his stand against the Camorra, a mafia-like organisation local to the Region of Campania. The concert was being held near Caserta, Italy. During her performance on stage, Makeba suffered a heart attack right after singing her hit song "Pata Pata". She was taken to a clinic where doctors were unable to revive her. " ◄
I still remember what i felt when i heard the news. It wasn't just the sorrow for the lost of the greatest african singer and civil activist of the 20st century, it was a moment of a blinding impression.
Isn't our God kind ?
I can see her in my mind - standing there, up on the stage, singing her greatest hit ever...people applausing her and screaming her name...and there it comes - the moment of the moments... when a heartbeat stops, replaced by the rhythm of clapping hands... when all the stage lights get blurry and the one and only shine you see is the love of the people sending you to the other side. Every artist wishes for this moment of glory and you Mama Africa, you made it like you said: "I'll sing to the day I die" You did it!
Rest in peace!
Today I woke up with the "E-yo mama, E-yo mama - oh, pata pata!" in my head... So I played the old black n white video and went back to the day she died...
► "On 9 November 2008, Miriam Makeba, a.k.a. Mama Africa, became ill while taking part in a concert organized to support writer Roberto Saviano in his stand against the Camorra, a mafia-like organisation local to the Region of Campania. The concert was being held near Caserta, Italy. During her performance on stage, Makeba suffered a heart attack right after singing her hit song "Pata Pata". She was taken to a clinic where doctors were unable to revive her. " ◄
I still remember what i felt when i heard the news. It wasn't just the sorrow for the lost of the greatest african singer and civil activist of the 20st century, it was a moment of a blinding impression.
Isn't our God kind ?
I can see her in my mind - standing there, up on the stage, singing her greatest hit ever...people applausing her and screaming her name...and there it comes - the moment of the moments... when a heartbeat stops, replaced by the rhythm of clapping hands... when all the stage lights get blurry and the one and only shine you see is the love of the people sending you to the other side. Every artist wishes for this moment of glory and you Mama Africa, you made it like you said: "I'll sing to the day I die" You did it!
Rest in peace!
Random
lol. I totally forgot my own blog spot :D lol . Not that many of u missed me :D But if u didn't - i know it's bcuz u r stalkin my pretty ass on Twitter :} hahaha...
yeah, pa' , I'm so devoted on Dita Von Teese updates out there that i barely make a move without my ipod.
Did u guys saw this smart-chic-Alexis Mabille's dress for the Cannes party that Dita wears? Honestly, he's one of the few guys that knows women treasures should be hold close to their hearts( & their boobs of course) :D :D I love it ... As for the lady with the smallest waist on Earth (back to 3 years old's size) - Have a great time with Paulo Coehlo in the "neighborhood" :D yeap!
Now, I have to focus back on my books. The exams r right round d corner n I'm sooo out of the groove.
yeah, pa' , I'm so devoted on Dita Von Teese updates out there that i barely make a move without my ipod.
Did u guys saw this smart-chic-Alexis Mabille's dress for the Cannes party that Dita wears? Honestly, he's one of the few guys that knows women treasures should be hold close to their hearts( & their boobs of course) :D :D I love it ... As for the lady with the smallest waist on Earth (back to 3 years old's size) - Have a great time with Paulo Coehlo in the "neighborhood" :D yeap!
Now, I have to focus back on my books. The exams r right round d corner n I'm sooo out of the groove.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Deeper
See, I know human nature isn't even close to perfection, but it's a good ground to start aiming for the best...the best of ourselves. All the sad features we posses , like jealousy and envy and hate will always be part of us and dear reader, this is natural. What isn't natural though, is to let those feelings grow and harm others.
When I was a little kid and I spent the day playing with mommy, pinching and cuddling, I always wanted the game to last longer. Whenever she stopped, I asked "MOooREee". Mommy always replied with a sentence, that has been captured in my mind ever since those days "Everything has its limits. Too much is never right." ... But I could never stop till I pinched her really bad or scratched her and kill her tender mood. May be, I was just crying too loud for attention, without realizing I've have enough of it already. I just wanted to feel her eyes over me longer, harder. What could make a kid more special, but a full-time parent attention.
Who would know that this kiddish habit will pop up every time the things get harder in my "grown up" days. I've almost never fit in "the limits" to keep it right. I've never stopped before I've hurt somebody ...or may be just myself. And the saddest part of this story is that all the new generations suffer from this "more & more" phenomenon. And it would never be bad, only if we all knew the limits of our own powers and rights. We go for more, no matter how bad we hurt the rest. We put our own wishes and points of view above the rights of the others. We lie and curse, beyond the motto of "FREEDOM"...freedom of speech, freedom of the spirit, freedom of it all....But what is freedom to those who have never been slaves? What is freedom of speech to people who have no ethics? What is freedom of spirit to people who have no faith in God, and most of it - who don't fear God's power?
When I was a little kid and I spent the day playing with mommy, pinching and cuddling, I always wanted the game to last longer. Whenever she stopped, I asked "MOooREee". Mommy always replied with a sentence, that has been captured in my mind ever since those days "Everything has its limits. Too much is never right." ... But I could never stop till I pinched her really bad or scratched her and kill her tender mood. May be, I was just crying too loud for attention, without realizing I've have enough of it already. I just wanted to feel her eyes over me longer, harder. What could make a kid more special, but a full-time parent attention.
Who would know that this kiddish habit will pop up every time the things get harder in my "grown up" days. I've almost never fit in "the limits" to keep it right. I've never stopped before I've hurt somebody ...or may be just myself. And the saddest part of this story is that all the new generations suffer from this "more & more" phenomenon. And it would never be bad, only if we all knew the limits of our own powers and rights. We go for more, no matter how bad we hurt the rest. We put our own wishes and points of view above the rights of the others. We lie and curse, beyond the motto of "FREEDOM"...freedom of speech, freedom of the spirit, freedom of it all....But what is freedom to those who have never been slaves? What is freedom of speech to people who have no ethics? What is freedom of spirit to people who have no faith in God, and most of it - who don't fear God's power?
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