A sneak peek:
The best of Brazilian beauty.
A sneak peek:
The best of Brazilian beauty.
Things that happened to me while I was in New York:
1. We hired a shuttle bus service to get to the city. It took way too long and I got impatient twice. The long time got me angry too and I even thought the driver wanted to kindnap us. He won us over though, for he managed to say something nice to every single passenger as they got off the van. We overtipped him.
2. Our first night out almost turned sour because we took the wrong subway line, which led us to a random place in Brooklyn. Then we waited for 30 min in the wrong side of the platform until we figured that one out. Luckily, we ended up in a nice little alternative spot, in which we saw The Pains of Being Pure at Heart totally by chance.
3. A nice saleswoman convinced us to buy sunglasses based on her sincerity: she told us twice some model didn’t suit us well. We felt obliged to buy the ones she said looked good on us. Actually, I was the one persuaded to purchase without the need, my friend really wanted a new pair of shades and was more than happy to get them.
4. I was hit on by a salesman in a hat store who was really sweet and charming and interesting. He told us he was from Oklahoma and that he lived in Harlem in this very nice street and that he wasn’t scared of the area at all. I pictured myself already falling in love with him and sharing his apartment which I would decorate with nice things I would pick. Nothing really happened between us and I didn’t get his name. I’m still curious about it.
5. We had a major fight but ended up theorizing on why people who love and know each other well are still capable of hurting one another. We came to the conclusion that sometimes harsh feelings and bad habits are just too difficult to withhold.
Miranda July is so adept at translating feelings and emotions it is almost unbearably beautiful and inspiring.
I am counting the seconds to finally seeing her new film, The Future:
And as formidable artist as she is, there is a whole project surrounding the release of the film, the most important of which being the blog.
On it there is this life-defining test, which I shall copy here:
To kick things off, I thought I would give you a brief diagnostic test so you can evaluate whether this movie is something you might be in to. Make a mark on a piece of paper for each “true” answer.
1. “I have survived a devastating break-up.” [true/false]
2. “I want to have a kid, but I’m also worried a kid will make it impossible for me to pursue my dreams. Especially since I’m already finding that pretty hard.” [true/false]
3. “I feel guilty about the above statement.” [true/false]
4. “I often find meaning in coincidences.” [true/false]
5. “I would like to take a break from being myself.” [true/false]
6. “I would like this break to involve sex, ice cream, and sheets with a high thread count.” [true/false]
7. “I think cats are pretty wonderful.” [true/false]
8. “I have a serious problem with procrastination that borders on paralysis at times.” [true/false]
9. “The job I have requires me to hide my soul.” [true/false]
10. “I spend way to much time online.” [true/false]
I got a 9, which makes me odd.
My love for small venues and alternative new acts is too immense to be measured.
The new music club scene in New York is heaven for me; the energy I get from these places runs through my veins and makes up to my brain making me want more and more and more.
Totally by chance, I had the wonderful opportunity of being to a Pains of Being Pure at Heart gig in a small club in New York. They remind me of olden times I did not live, the times of The Smiths and underground moods I didn’t experience. So how could I know how they felt like. Like this:
Indie rock in its best.
A seemingly vague idea or impression engraved in one’s mind which only surfaces long after it was first seen or caused is never to be neglected.
Upon seeing John Chamberlain‘s sculptures at a gallery in New York, my first thought was one of curiosity: were the pieces welded together or simply placed one against the other?
But then, as I return home and am faced with the difficulties of moving about, the images of his sculptures rose in my mind, bringing about the question: how outdated really are cars?
Cars cause pollution, create stress and foster vanity, besides being an undeniable token of social difference. Many are those who have come to detest automobiles in favor of the more environmentally friendly and democratic public transportation systems.
In an era when cars have become as disposable as plastic tableware, it is really delightful that Chamberlain chooses to bend them and use their (cheap) metal as if they were simple sticks.
It is as if by crushing one of the modern days’ most controversial yet apparently innocent icon, a new road is being built and shown to us.
My original plan of sharing my travel experiences real time with you hasn’t turned out quite the way I expected it would.
But don’t you worry, there are lots to be told once I return.
Now I’m off to Brooklyn.
I’ll be in New York City very, very soon.
As the week unravels, I shall attempt to translate some of my visual and sentimental experiences through various written texts and images on these pages.
And I cannot wait to be immerse in the atmosphere of a city of plenty.
This time I’m staying close to the art galleries in Chelsea.
Inspiration will be one street way.