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Six

Elements that jade me in the contemporary high fashion and art worlds:

  • self-portraits &
  • sex as a shocker &
  • profligate ephebophilia

Elements that enkindle my interest:

  • female artists &
  • the merging of music with the arts &
  • São Paulo City

Embracing universes

Ever since CDs stopped being relevant, there are only two things in the world I like to purchase: clothes & books.

With clothes I get to express my moods, manifest ideas and cause immediate reactions. With books I absorb others’ impressions and feelings through their creative view of the world, and respond mentally to them.

I’m an avid yet inconstant reader, and I tend to read several novels at the same time – besides all the other readings I regularly do.

Sometimes it can take months before I finish one piece of work. This may be due to my reluctance to part from an enticing or surprising narrative – I get too attached to these universes which eventually help me build my own.

There are five books between which I’m presently dividing my attention, all I can but highly recommend:

1. Sagarana, by Guimarães Rosa;

2. Le Marin de Gibraltar, by Marguerite Duras;

3. Todos los fuegos el fuego, by Julio Cortázar;

4. The Line of Beauty, by Allan Hollinghurst and

5. The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath.

All of these are remarkable in their own right, but I am absolutely fascinated by Sylvia Plath’s only published novel.

Sylvia Plath

It is so relieving to enter someone else’s life, sharing their impressions, views, loves and fears, it is like one gets a singular chance of reinterpreting one’s own reality.

Something I most earnestly ought to do.

Five people and a band

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.

Read carefully

Capture

Photography is a type of art very dear to my heart.

I tend to like pictures that capture a moment with subtlety, be it colors, gestures or lighting – I like softness in images, even when they are strong.

One of my favorite sites, BOOOOOOM!, has recently featured a selection of 75 remarkable photographers they came across last year.

Here is a first edited list of my own favorites, but know that there are more:

Phyllis Galembo:

Kyle Scully:

Marlon Kowalski:

Shiri Lee Webb:

& Berni Searle

New eyes for different realities.

Normality

I’m quite tired to post anything that is slightly relevant at this point. Inspiration has left me for the day, so here are the things that I’ve done today:

  1. woke up late;
  2. went all the way to the university campus to get something I should have gotten before;
  3. met a friend for lunch at one of my favorite places on Earth (a Taiwanese vegetarian place);
  4. had coffee in an incredibly cozy new café close to my home;
  5. tried to solve my cell phone problem;
  6. went to the gym;
  7. grabbed a bite;
  8. taught another class;
  9. talked to another dear friend about Yom Kippur plans;
  10. searched for easy but smart laughter online.

A productive day? I’m not so sure.

Musically, today was devoted to The Knife:

and The Gossip:

I love it when I go back to an album I’ve listened to a lot in the past and still find new aspects to like.

Novelty doesn’t always lie in the new.

Teenage day

I know it’s shallow and I feel like the ultimate teenager to say this but I’m fascinated by male singers in bands I admire.

In my dreams I’ve hooked up with Justin Timberlake (after he’d left N’Sync), dated Thom Yorke and was chosen by Kurt Cobain as his boyfriend. How adolescent of me.

Still, since I’m entitled to daydream for I am a Pisces, here is the list of my most recent top 5 teenage-style wannabe boyfriends from an indie rock band:

1. Oliver Sim, The xx. The voice, the looks, the words. He’d have me in a minute.

I can't give you up

2. Erlend Øye. The style, the voice, the height and the talent. Someone I’d love to share my bed and ideas with.

No better place, no other time

3. Rostam Batmanglij, from Vampire Weekend. He plays so many instruments the melody for my love is already played. Plus, he’s got that exotic look and he’s openly gay.

I can feel it coming

Isn’t it relieving when one doesn’t feel afraid of souding ridiculous?

I’m off to New York.

2 things I hate, 1 thing I love

Life this week has basically forced the following conclusions upon me.

  • I hate parties that never end – especially when people are so on drugs they don’t realize they suck.
  • I hate having to work after 9 pm – one misses the best of the evening.
  • I love taking a nap alongside a cat – a purr is the one true lullaby.