miércoles, 6 de mayo de 2009

lunes, 4 de mayo de 2009

FLYING AWAY WITH HER




Flowers reborn on a sunny wednesday afternoon.
Cherry blossom beauties under the blue sky.
And those roses, carmine red roses.
Deep in my heart they remain.

And, above all, that beloved Silver Screen,
a faithful lover called Cinema.
Reminding me of its old fashioned charm.

The Technicolor, the Vista-Vision,
the old Paramount studio lot.
The non diagestic sound, the violins.
All squeezed into one last image.
A Bird and a Lady.

All of it, now, orchestrating the ballet of my heartbeats.

A last kiss and the red curtains close.

THE END

Roll credits.

viernes, 1 de mayo de 2009

YELLE A TOUT POUR PLAIRE



Click on picture above to see the video

Matin de printemps.
Vent du Sud
Chaleur controlée.

Une mélodie ritmée et ritmique.
C'est "à cause des garçons",
Dit-elle.

Victimes de la Mode.
Victimes de l'Amour.
Victimes de la Dance.

miércoles, 29 de abril de 2009

I WANT MY MTV



"You stare into my eyes each night at your devotions and my sense of time becomes your own, a thousand sofa-sunken evenings fused to one, lit by a mesmer fire of crackling cellophane irradiance.

You sit at night there on the couch beside your partner, yet have only eyes for me.

You listen to my voice in rapt attention, yet grow bored or easily distracted when your loved one speaks.

And when at last you part indifferent to each other, who will you resort to in those lonely, post conjugal evenings if not me?

I am the only pure and true relationship that you will ever know."


Alan Moore on the power of television in "Light of Thy Countenance"

lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

1000 DREAMS TOO MANY



An empty staircase.
No lights, no sound.
Skin deep silence.

A perfume, to guide my sins.
A whisper, to turn me on.
A mirror, to swallow my pride.

Dark limitless fantasies.
Exacerbated by fear.

"Handle with care" he said
"Watch the slippery floor" she answered back.

Dreaming of you.
You, always you.

Meaningless dreams.
Meaningless you.


domingo, 19 de abril de 2009

LA SINDROME DI STENDAHL



Click on the above picture to watch the video

The Stendahl syndrome, Stendhal's syndrome, Hyperkulturemia, or Florence syndrome, is a psychosomatic illness that causes rapid heartbeat, dizziness, confusion and even hallucinations when an individual is exposed to art, usually when the art is particularly 'beautiful' or a large amount of art is in a single place. The term can also be used to describe a similar reaction to a surfeit of choice in other circumstances, e.g. when confronted with immense beauty in the natural world.

sábado, 18 de abril de 2009

HER NAME'S CAMILLA RHODES



Cowboy: When you see the girl in the picture that was shown to you earlier today, you will say, "this is the girl". The rest of the cast can stay, that's up to you. But that lead girl is "not" up to you. Now you will see me one more time, if you do good. You will see me, two more times, if you do bad. Good night.

Taken from David Lynch's "Mulholland Drive"

viernes, 17 de abril de 2009

DEEP WET DREAMS



Underwater fantasies.
The emulated reflection of a time being.
The real battle of you by yourself.
Mirrored unreality.

Underwater battle ground
The two of you.
The beauty of the clash.
In your eyes a sea of despair.

The playground of the deep.
Head in the light,
Heart in the dark.
How deep can we go?


jueves, 16 de abril de 2009

FOOLS RUSH IN



Click on the picture above to see the video.

"Fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head

Though I see
The danger there
If there's a chance for me
Then I don't care

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in"

Lyrics from the song "Fools rush in", sung by Vincent Gallo Sr.

miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009

DOGMATIC NONSENSE

martes, 14 de abril de 2009

THE FALLING STARS



"Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important?

If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...'

But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?"

Taken from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery

domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

THE LOVE BELOW



"You had the tango too much

you say you'll keep in touch

back home in your rolls royce

you smile and think of the boys

all of sudden your sight obscures

and your memories drift the air

and you finally feel secure

you're another star up there

a star up there."

Lyrics from the Song "Masterpiece" by Gazebo

sábado, 11 de abril de 2009

SATURDAY MORNING RECAP

viernes, 10 de abril de 2009

HOME IS WHERE THE ART IS




The Pride and Joy of Redrose's last hometown.
The Beauty and The Beast
at their most colourful peak.
Head to Head, Red to Black.
Soft to violent, Glamourous to Dirty.
Exciting, rough, arousing, unrealistically cynical.
Fashion absurdities, artificiality made Art.
Some unpleasant hometowners say:
Art is everywhere.
Jeff and Redrose say bullshit also is.

jueves, 9 de abril de 2009

YOU, GENEROUS YOU



Media and politics: a bag of nonsense.
The reflection of our Gossipy social intolerence.
Hell on earth.

A striking image in that old history book.
A face against the warm pavement.
And the surrounding coldeness: we, the people.
A manipulated crowd insensible to the fall.
Our decadent fall.

Revolutions are dead,
As dead as our feelings.
And I, witness of the atrocity,
in my emotionless indifference,
look at a motionless being.
Speechless.

My heart's broken into pieces.
Can't feel, won't feel.

A striking new image: you by my side.
Sparkling eyes.
Smile on my face.


Unintentional accidental clash:
Edgy moments awake my superficial indifference.
Silence follows, concetration's lost.
Hidden inside me, your eyes, your smile.
Charming and haunting.


An unwritten future in need of you.
A new revolution in need of its Wild Cat.
Graceful reawaken emotions.

You, generous you, able to challenge me.

martes, 7 de abril de 2009

THEIR GOLDEN CAGE



Bonnie Parker: What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh?

Clyde Barrow: Well, uh, I guess I'd do it all different. First off, I wouldn't live in the same state where we pull our jobs. We'd live in another state. We'd stay clean there and then when we'd take a bank, we'd go into the other state.

Dialogues taken from "Bonnie and Clyde"
Arthur Penn, 1967

lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

ENCORE ET TOUJOURS



Un matin de printemps.
Notre premier voyage à Paris.
Nos jours heureux en 1998.

Une petite chambre d'hotel,
pas très loin des champs Elysées.
Nos nuits, nos jours, notre amour.

Tes questions,
sur les marches du Sacré Coeur.
Mes silences.

Notre possible retour en Espagne,
tes questions,
encore et toujours.

Nos doutes, nos craintes.
Loin de nous, nos pertes.

Et notre amour,
encore et toujours.

Un matin d'avril, à Brighton.
Loin de toi, loin de tous.
Mes silences sans toi.
Sans questions.
Sans doutes.
Sans amour.

La Rose Rouge à mes côtés.
Mon ami imaginaire.
Celui qui me parle encore de toi.
Et ce souvient de ce matin de printemps.
Encore et toujours.

viernes, 3 de abril de 2009

HER CARMINE MOODS




Blinding Red Blooded Carmine.
Full of sinful promises.

Heartache in her breathing.
Darkness in her smile.
Salted tears taste of sorrow.
That unsolved mystery of hers.
The all or nothing days,
in a lost highway strip joint.

Anaphylic-shock reaction.
Carminic acid overdose.
A short story in the making,
with a single coloured ending:
A Red Carmine suitcase,
a symbolic getaway to her new life.

A perfect Hollywood ending.

jueves, 2 de abril de 2009

DEATHPROOF:
ROLL CREDITS



Stuntman Mike(sitting on his haunches):
"The woods are lovely
dark and deep
And I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep"
Did you hear me, Butterfly, miles to go before you sleep.

miércoles, 1 de abril de 2009

DEATHPROOF EXHIBIT(C)



The melodic car crash opus was lifeless without its remaining 6 minutes. But Redrose felt the climatic peak of this 8 minutes video had to be shown.

Just a (death)proof of his good (or bad) faith.


Click on the picture above or this link to see the video sample.

martes, 17 de marzo de 2009

DEATHPROOF EXHIBIT(B)



"I was wrong. Cos they couldn't turn me on
Most men fear me, they say I was much too cold.
I didn't mean to kill the groove
They call me Regina"

Lyrics from "Regina" by Lifelike

domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009

DEATHPROOF EXHIBIT(A)



"To send me blue valentines
like half forgotten dreams
like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets

and the ghost of your memory
is the thistle in the kiss and the burgler
that can break a roses neck
it's the tattooed broken promise
that I hide beneath my sleeve
and I see you every time I turn my back"


Lyrics from "Blue Valentines" by Tom Waits

sábado, 14 de marzo de 2009

jueves, 12 de marzo de 2009

HERE'S LOOKING AT YOU KID



Early March, somewhere south Great Britania.
A colourless thursday.
Breakfast on the seafront, tea and cigarettes.
Seen greater moments, greater places.
All's a bit too slow now.
Too quiet and too thoughtful.

Sam's injecting good vibes.
Bright star and Wild Cat.
In her eyes, a city on fire.
A sensual Heatwave.
Love that Wild Cat.

miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

MY NIGHTMARE WITHOUT YOU



Paul Gallier: I didn't think you were ready, but you are. I knew it when I saw you with HIM.

Irena Gallier: Who? Oliver?

Paul Gallier: You want to fuck him, don't you? You dream about fucking him! Your whole body burns, it burns all along your nerves, in your mouth, your breasts... you go wet between your legs.

Irena Gallier: Stop it!

Paul Gallier: Every time it happens... you tell yourself it's love. But it isn't. It's blood. And death. You can't escape your nightmare without me, and I can't escape my nightmare without you. I've waited a long time for you.

martes, 10 de marzo de 2009

ONLY THE MOMENT




This time he is close to her,
he speaks to her.
She welcomes him without surprise.
They are without memories, without plans.
Time builds itself painlessly around them.
Their only landmarks are the flavor of the moment they are living
and the markings on the walls.





Is it the same day? He doesn't know.
they shall go on like this on countless walks in which an unspoken trust, an unadulterated trust will grow between them,
without memories or plans.
Up to the moment where he feels
-ahead of them- a barrier.

From Chris Marker's "La jetée"

jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009

COMMERCIAL BREAK

lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009

THE BEAUTIFUL ROSE



At times, one needs to take distance and jump into the beauty of simplicity.
Words can deceive by being too harsh. They sometimes lack precision.
Images are the pure reflexion of the wordless.
They can be described as the end of the real.
A precise pictural moment stuck in time.
When an image has the power to make you feel the grand magnificence of a moment then words have no reason to be.
But when words marry those images and allow the real to transcend.
Then you're close to a state of grace.
Redrose knew beauty was lying in between the complex layers of images and words.
A hidden territory close to his heart.
"Words and images are our only hope to transcend", he thought while thinking about those friends, he missed so much, those mavericks, from that southern spanish town, who saw as much as Redrose did, the beauty in those images and those words.
To those friends.

domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009

JUST ONE LAST DANCE



A dance hall, not a dance floor.
Girlish hand moves.
Candy perfumed Hair.
Bobby Kennedy lookalikes.
Tuxedos and cuban cigars.
Pearly white smiles.
Praying Mantises.
At the top of their game
Decadent fortune tellers.
Wall street workholics.
Charm of the size of a Swiss Bank Account.
Smile while you can,
Financial crash is just around the corner.
Dance while you can
Your days are counted.

jueves, 26 de febrero de 2009

SHAMPOO



Jackie Shawn: You must be a very important executive.

Sid Roth: Well, whatever I am, I could get you whatever you want.

Jackie Shawn: Hm? [points to George]

Jackie Shawn: Well, what I really want is to suck his cock

viernes, 20 de febrero de 2009

COMMERCIAL BREAK

jueves, 19 de febrero de 2009

IT STARTS WITH DESIRE



"Desire for an idea is like bait. When you’re fishing, you have to have patience. You bait your hook, and then you wait. The desire is the bait that pulls those fish in - those ideas.

The beautiful thing is that when you catch one fish that you love, even if it’s a little fish - a fragment of an idea - that fish will draw in other fish, and they’ll hook onto it. Then you’re on your way. Soon there are more and more and more fragments, and the whole thing emerges.
But it starts with desire."

David Lynch in "Catching the Big Fish"

domingo, 15 de febrero de 2009

ON HIGH AND BLUE TOMORROWS




Nikki: Are you enjoying yourself, Freddie?

Freddie Howard: Well... There is a vast network, right? An ocean of possibilities. I like dogs. I used to raise rabbits. I've always loved animals. Their nature. How they think. I have seen dogs reason their way out of problems. Watched them think through the trickiest situations. Do you have a couple of bucks I could borrow? I've got this damn landlord.

Laura Dern and Harry Den Stanton on the shoot of "On high and Blue tomorrow"

viernes, 13 de febrero de 2009

A BED OF ROSES





"Oh how much more doth beautie beautious seems,
By that Sweet ornament which truth doth give,
The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that Sweet odor,which doth in it live:
The Canker blooms have full as deep as dye,
As the perfumed tincture of the Roses,
Hang on such thornes,and play as wantonly,
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade, Die to themselves .
Sweet Roses doe not so,
Of their sweet deathes, are sweetest odors made:
And so of you, beautious and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth."

Sonnet by William Shakespeare.

domingo, 8 de febrero de 2009

SING WHILE YOU CAN



"I would like to have praised a loving god and all his loving creation. To have seen hosts of translucent angels ascending spinning shafts of golden light into the deep blue caverns of heaven. Hell, they'd all have these massive titties, wouldn't they?"

Robert Downey Jr, "The Singing Detective"

martes, 3 de febrero de 2009

PROTECT ME FROM MYSELF (OUTRO)


sábado, 31 de enero de 2009

PROTECT ME FROM MYSELF (INTRO)




Travis Bickle: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.

Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?

Travis Bickle: Yeah.

miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009

KILL ALL ROMANTICS





So many strips of life torn to pieces by time.
The absence of the loved ones. Her absence.
Distance as a recurring point of internal division.

Unchallenged unsatisfaction.

Sweet memory bliss, moments of joy.
Her smile, her hand, her smell.

That very dark hair of hers, shaken by the wind.
The beauty of existence itself.
She was all that to Redrose and more.

The meaning of it all.

That distant love feeling fades away.
The need to let go takes over.
And the fatal conclusion follows.

Tears can't explain. Tears won't explain.

sábado, 24 de enero de 2009

BE MY EMBRACE (ONE ANSWER)

Light a match,
bring the flame over to your eye
Slipping past, you won't see me before you die
Breaking down our sleep, my head's still aching
This war is killing you and all around me

Wide as the rivers run
Still got time for someone
Be my embrace now



Be my embrace now

All lyrics taken from "Embrace" by PNAU
BE MY EMBRACE (ONE SHOUT)





On a night like tonight
you saved my life
Red and green
wet shoes slip on refracted lights
Running faster than my legs can take me
Shouting louder than my lungs allow me



Wide as the rivers run
Still got time for someone
Be my embrace now
Be my embrace now

viernes, 9 de enero de 2009

MISHIMA's LOTUS FLOWER




"By means of microscopic observation and astronomical projection the lotus flower can become the foundation for an entire theory of the universe and an agent whereby we may perceive the Truth. And first we must know that each of the petals has eighty-four thousand veins and that each vein gives eighty-four thousand lights"


Yukio Mishima "The Priest of Shiga Temple and His Love" in Death in Midsummer, and Other Stories (1966)