A Curtain Raiser (2006)

A CURTAIN RAISER

France 2006

30 Min

DIR François Ozon

The Good Gods!

Don't you just fucking love when the post man brings something nice for a change?

Today he brought me a CD with 5 tracks from The Good Gods! inside a hand made sleeve and with a lovely badge and a picture of a cat!!

They send it to me for free when I signed up for updates!!  I'm officially inlove with them.

This has totally made my week.

You should  listen to them, so go here, now.

UNMADE BEDS (2009)

Every now and then, I accidentally find some photograph, or a song, or a film that is slightly cheese in a way I would like to have been part of, but more like if wish i had woken up with that song playing in the radio, when back home it was hard to get hold of music.. or when you find a family photo you haven't seen in a long long time and you recognise your favourite cardigan when you were a kid.

This film felt like that. And I really loved the soundtrack.

You can watch it here.  And you can hear and even download here the best as cheesiest of songs...  enjoy.

One Hundred and Eight. Nils Völker

found in today and tomorrow


One Hundred and Eight – Interactive Installation from Nils Völker on Vimeo.

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives

We Are What We Are (Somos lo que hay)

Im about to go watch this, I'm excited ... will tell ya how the mexican gore went..



hmm well, sadly, it did not go that well. but strangely, it was not the gore that went wrong, those scenes were actually very good, nicely shot, good photography, real blood colour,  good butcherism. it was the story that was bland and  weak. good acting, casting and stylist, but weak disjointed  story,  and im not talking about the non-lineal narratives that work so well for Amores Perros (Love is a Bitch).

Chief - Night and Day

Voxhaul Broadcast

Soundtrack for a windy day

listen here... play it loud

Crystal Castles, Robert Smith

thanks sarah for reminding me how magic can gorgeous robert still be.

Ashley Lande

..see more

Wish you were here. Fordham gallery

The good thing about being working only 2 days a week, is when you get to wake up early, check whats on store for the day, and take pleasure of accidental findings.
Today, I bumped into a little unsual set of exhibitions, performed in the space of 3 hrs, 27 art students from Belgium performed a solo show for 7 glorious minutes. With opening drinks and all for each of them, the Fordham Gallery, located in the middle of the Whitecross Street market (yes, it's a stall!!), presented to curious and intrigued passing bys from 'hot art' to drawn crocodiles, free napkins and painted leafs.


Although I wasn't sure what to take from all of what was shown, something is for sure to take, facing the disgraceful amputations that art funding in England is suffering, there is the need for new and more appropiate ways of claiming public spaces,'Wish you were here' exhibition was a great example.

Fordham Gallery

Jasper Haentjens

I found this lovely image in his blog..

Esben and the Witch. Marching song

listen more

Alyssa Monks

These are paintings...  im so jealous.

 all images taken from her website...

Nadav Kander

all images taken from his website...

Russel Mills

http://www.russellmills.com/

Andy Denzler

People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart

..website

Attack is the best Defence. MOONKEUM KIM

'Showing emotion became a crime. You are supposed to be mild and fine, not too happy nor too sad. The 'normal fineness'. Expression is aggression. People cannot face others overflown emotion. They are well kept from each other in certain distance. So they prefer the 'nice' to the honest one.

Sometimes I feel outrage. I want throw everything and brake, move my body in the biggest motion and shout as loud as I can or I have ever heard. I don't know what stops me not to. There's fear, uknown other's existence. And there is me worrying how they would think of me. I want to be the nice to be around. The friendable one, the sociable one.

 The relationships people make are based on the elementary unit box which filled with all those manners and worries. But it's not only one. The box has another box inside and the other. So the relationships we have are made of the walls of the boxes. The thicken layers. We are not connected, but we block each other with the layers. We try not to see each others as we are.

When the layers make airless, the outcry comes. We thicken the wall again. 

I am protecting myself under the helmet. And you are protecting yourself under yours too. Wherether you are the enemy or not, I'm not for you. I am well keeping myself to be myself. And I believe that you are doing the same. I breath but the warmth of my breath only covers myself, keeps my skin soft and humid. The doors opened to outside are the only place, I believe, I could get attacked. So I'm scared wheter I'm going to die out of this loneliness or with a sudden attack which would, might never come. So I die here in the darkness of my shield.

I blind you.
I cut your mouth off.

I block your ears.

You are faceless and nameless.
You are an anonymous a

nothingness.' 


Moonkeum Kim