pillowtalk

blabla paryt

2007-11-23T18:43:00.001-08:00

fantôme

2007-11-05T18:16:00.001-08:00

halloween
Started las friday, attempted partying, dressed up as a ghost; ended up havaing my white makeup melting in the rain.
Then saturday, "Bunny" went to a big partyy in the West Island. But the highlight of that day was definetly the Martin Heideiger book I bough and the coffee I sipped at Euro Deli with B.
Hmmmmm....
Friday, CSL party...very glad...Jem & Holograms

There are a million of gazillions of topics more interesting than this

Perhaps Gereman philosopher Martin Heidegger.
What is Metaphysics?
Or how to stick to a plan and to accomplish personal goals in life.
What music you love these days.
prescription pills?
Candycandycandy
Spelling mistakes
Anna Karina
la poésie

...

ughh

2007-10-22T16:29:00.000-07:00

Yes; the images make my mouth water

indeed.
and my eyes widen up like bambi when I think of this:(Spring/Summer 2008-Helmut Lang-Chloe-YSL-Preen-Nina Ricci par Olivier Theyskens...ahhgg..I loved Marni, Ahsish, and many many many more too...)

meow

2007-10-20T14:33:00.000-07:00

Guy Bourdin's films were my discovery of the day.

and theres more.

Also, I was supposed p to go see Control at the ExCentris, the fiolm about Ian Curtis from Joy Division. But I woke up too late, as usual.
Im planning too watch 24hour Party Pepople though.
Tonight, Sihe Wants Revenge after peahtty at Vynil (The Mod Club), gaahhhh.
Picnic in the park

The unattainable..is invariably attractive

2007-10-04T09:52:00.000-07:00

My week of recovery was not a success.

Having to deal with boring and lonely obligations every other day, this week I am seeking pleasure in the following: Patrick Wolf, Think About Life, Yelle, a film project, Fall, and spontaneity.

"Ou le plaisir ne coute rien, la jeunesse n'a rien a perdre."
-Alfred de Musset

J'arrive au pays des bisounours, tranquillement allongée sur un nuage de mousse

2007-09-04T12:24:00.000-07:00

Elle me dit comme ça
Viens on vas faire un tour
Sur ce tobogan arc-en-ciel
C'est celui de l'amour
On ira manger une glace
À la vanille

vanille

This is ear and eye candy

2007-09-02T09:20:00.000-07:00

j'aime bien

2007-08-27T10:25:00.000-07:00

-Candide ou l'optimisme de Voltaire.
-Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra de Nietzsche:
« On ne m'a pas demandé — mais on aurait dû me demander —, ce que signifie dans ma bouche, dans la bouche du premier immoraliste, le nom de Zarathoustra, car c'est juste le contraire qui fait le caractère énormément unique de ce Perse dans l'histoire. Zarathoustra, le premier, a vu dans la lutte du bien et du mal la vraie roue motrice du cours des choses. La transposition en métaphysique de la morale conçue comme force, cause, fin en soi, telle est son œuvre. Mais cette question pourrait au fond être considérée déjà comme une réponse. Zarathoustra créa cette fatale erreur qu'est la morale ; par conséquent il doit aussi être le premier à reconnaître son erreur. » (L'auteur à propos de Zarathoustra)
Le prénom de Zarathoustra est en fait le même que Zoroastre (en grec), le prophète à l'origine de l'ancienne doctrine Perse le Zoroastrisme.
-Demian de Herman Hesse
il ya aussi le Marquis de Sade, et Sartre en autres. Également Aleister Crowley, mais moi je m'intérresse au personnage et non à ses écrits, imbibés de drogues de toutes sorte et de délirium pur...

candycandycandycandycandy;mmmmmm

2007-08-25T15:39:00.000-07:00

richelieu shoes

i wanted to make a post about my catwalk pesonal picks for fall fahsion...But I realized they wouldnot fit together becuase my taste is too eclectic. I loved Jil Sander, Gucci, Sophia Kokosalakis, Ann Demeulemeester, Dries Van Noten, Christopher Kane, Marni..blablab;a b-b-b-b-b-balenciaga

sexual healing

2007-08-14T19:02:00.000-07:00

I have nothing interesting to share with the world tonight. Maybe except this:

(Advice from an old soul.)

note: this is the kind of writing that was never intented to be read by "the public", so consequently it can be unpleasant to read ( and you might not completely understant the purpose of both opinions.)

(...)
not everything is about sex yknow?
wassup wassup ewaasupwassupwassup

Oh i did not mean that! Maybe im wrong, (this is my perspective anyway) but the way ive always pictured human relationships is that Friendship is either Pure or Fake, and Love is either Fake....or....indescriptible. I know that human nature can reveal itself to be rather dark somtimes, and ive been raised always knowing that. And ive ALWAYS been desillusioned (or désillusion?) about "love". Love is 95% of the time a a blurry territory were people get lost and is often used to control someone. It is also communly used as a trick, to GET SEX. But sexuality, on the other hand, is HONEST. And dont ask me why, dude, but I dont see myself as someone Loveable, and I cant picture somebody wanting something from me without having sex on his mind. (Im not talking about friendship of course). Thats why Ive always favored Friends and honest sex (assumé)(and can ALSO be magnificent, beautiful, brilliant sex) TO somthing as Rusé and Impredicable and Dangerous and Fake as love.

You are crazy! You cant say you wont be loved! Your just letting yourself believe you cant just think that all guys that want to be You just means they have sex on their mind
not all guys are the same some can suprisingly be so caring and of course sex will play a part
n any relationship but its not the main thing that holds two people together
not at allits when two people have mutual feelings for each
Other
it doesnt necessarily mean it will always end bad quick
you just have to believe in a person and it can happen

Youll find love one day.

La Fin

Ce thème est souvent exploré dans les films de Catherine Breillat. Son talent et sa vision m'ont toujours épatée. Son nouveau film, "Une vieille maitresse", bien qu'un film d'époque, n'aura probablement rien en commun avec la pluparts des films d'époque.
J'ai horreur des films d'époque.

Pourquoi pas? Je devrais me mettre dans le bain et lire Candide de Voltaire, ou Justine du Marquis de Sade...

Pour en revenir à Breillat, je devrais revoir mes deux favoris:

Et pour ce qui est du reste, c'est trop superficiel et peu intéressant... Ce qui m'obsède présentement c'est de pouvoir développer, éclore, vivre hors de mes peurs. Non de parler a un public fantôme des jeans que je vais me procurer.

do the bankhead bounce

2007-08-11T10:58:00.000-07:00

(my leg; janeuh)

I was barely in Montreal for the past couple of days.
I spent sun drenched after noons at moody beach, Maine, with my two alter egos Ars and C.F.; and beer drenched icecold nights in Gabies gazebo located in gorgeous and mintyfresh Mount Orford, Qc.
bla bla bla
In between, I had a great time visiting Cote Saint-Luc mall and all its surprises... and took some pictures of Pedro Winters aka Busy P on stage at the Daft Punk afterparty; but sadly and quite suprisingly, it was not a good nite for me.

http://midwestyelling.com/mp3s/girl_talk/02%20LC%20And%20Lo.mp3
LC and Lo
Someone really special to me played that song when I came over the other nite and it gave a whole new meaning to Girl Talk.
(ps: if ANYONE knows how to post mp3s, lemme know)

Reality is unattainable

2007-08-01T19:12:00.000-07:00

I am leaving for 3 days to go live by the sea.

Patti Smith & Robert Mapplethorpe

2007-07-30T16:50:00.000-07:00

Land
Horses
Land of a Thousand Dances
La Mer (de)

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land

(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area

(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song

Ingmar Bergman

2007-07-11T19:07:00.000-07:00

..est mort cette fin de semaine.

"Film as dream, film as music. No for of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to pour emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames in a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness. At the editing table, when I run the trip of film through, frame by frame, I still feel that dizzy sense of magic of my childhood: in the darkness of the wardrobe, I slowly wind one frame after another, see almost imperceptible changes, wind faster - a movement." (from The Magical Lantern, 1987)

HETS, 1944 (Frenzy) - screenplay, dir. by Alf Sjöberg
KRIS, 1946 (Crisis)
DET REGNAR PÅ VÅR KÄRLEK, 1946 (It Rains on Our Love)
SKEPP TILL INDIALAND, 1947 (Ship to India)
KVINNA UTAN ANSIKTE, 1947 (Woman Without a Face)
EVA, 1948 - co-sc.
MUSIK IN MÖRKER, 1948 (Music in Darkness/Night is My Future)
HAMNSTAD, 1948 (Port of Call)
FÄNGELSE, 1949 (The Devil's Wanton)
TILL GLÄDJE, 1949 (To Joy)
SÅNT HÄNDER INTE HÄR, 1950 (This Can't Happen Here)
MEDAN STADEN SOVER, 1950 (While the City Sleeps) - synopsis
FRÅNSKILD, 1951 (Divorced) - story, co.sc.
SOMMARLEK, 1951 (Summer Interlude)
KVINNORS VÄNTAN, 1952 (Waiting Women)
SOMMAREN MED MONIKA, 1953 (Summer with Monika)
GYCKLARNAS AFTON, 1953 (Sawdust and Tinsel / The Naked Night)
EN LEKTION I KÄRLEK, 1954 (A Lesson in Love)
SOMMARNATTENS LEENDE, 1955 (Smiles of a Summer Night)
KVINNODRÖM, 1955 (Journey into Autumn)
SISTA PARET UT, 1956 (The Last Couple Out) - story, co-sc.
DET SJUNDE INSEGLET, 1957 (The Seventh Seal)
SMULTRONSTÄLLET, 1957 (Wild Strawberries)
NÄRA LIVET, 1958 (So Close to Life, based on a novel by Ulla Isaksson)
ANSIKTET, 1958 (The Face)
JUNGFRUKÄLLAN, 1960 (The Virgin Spring)
DJÄVULENS ÖGA, 1960 (The Devils Eye)
LUSTGARDEN, 1961 (Pleasure Garden) - co-sc.
SÅSOM I EN SPEGEL, 1961 (Through a Glass Darkly)
NATTVARDSGÄSTERNA, 1962 (Winter Light)
TYSTNADEN, 1963 (The Silence)
FÖR ATT INTE TALA OM ALLA DESSA KVINNOR, 1964 (Now About These Women)
PERSONA, 1966
STIMULANTIA, 1967
VARGTIMMEN, 1968 (Hour of the Wolf)
SKAMMEN, 1968 (Shame)
RITEN, 1969 (The Rite)
FÅRÖDOKUMENT 1969, 1970 (The Fårö Documentary)
BERÖRINGEN, 1971 (The Touch)
VISKNINGAR OCH ROP, 1972 (Cries and Whispers)
SCENER UR ETT ÄKTENSKAP, 1973 (Scenes from a Marriage)
TROLLFLÖJTEN, 1974 (The Magic Flute)
ANSIKTE MOT ANSIKTE, 1975 (Facee to Face)
HÖSTSONATEN, 1978 (Autumn Sonata)
AUS DEM LEBEN DER MARIONETTEN, 1980 (From the Life of the Marionettes)
FANNY OCH ALEXANDER, (1983) - Academy award for the best foreign film
EFTER EN REPETITIONEN, 1983 (After the Rehearsal)
BERGMAN'S LIST, 1995 (ed. by Gunnar Bergdahl, foreword by Woody Allen, afterword by Jörn Donner)
DE TVÅ SALIGA, 1986
DOKUMENT FANNY OCH ALEXANDER, 1986 (Document Fanny and Alexander)
KARINS ANSIKTE, 1985 (Karin's Face)
THE BEST INTENTIONS, 1992 - screenplay
LARMAR OCH GÖR SIG TILL, 1997 (television film)
screenplay: TROLÖSAN, 2000 (dir. by Liv Ullman, starring Erland Josephson, Lena Endre)
BILDMAKARNA, 2000 (television film, based on Per Olov Enquist's play, performed in Dramaten)
SARABAND, 2003 (television film starring Liv Ullmann and Erland Josephson)