After a few years working on it, i still haven't found the relation between Tarako advertisement and the product. But i love them both.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
(to Gil) Can I speak with you a minute?
(to table)Permettez-moi de m’absenter un instant.
(she gets Gil off)
(to Gil)Let’s never go back to the twenties.
What are you talking about?
I think we should stay here - it’s
the start of the Belle Époque - this is the greatest, most beautiful era Paris has ever known.
But I love the Jazz Age.
The twenties are full of strife and
uncertainty. But think of it, Gil - the two of us - in a lovely art nouveau home - I’ll work in the fashion world - I love the styles - you can write... it’s the age of Debussy and Guimard. Maybe you can meet Balzac.
But what happened to the twenties
and the Charleston and Cole Porter?
That’s the present, it’s dull.
It’s not the present for me - I’m
What do you mean?
I dropped in on you just the way we
dropped in on the 1890’s.
I wanted to escape my present just
like you wanted to escape yours. To a golden age.
Surely you don’t think the twenties
are a golden age?
To me they are.
But I’m from the twenties and I’m
telling you the golden age is the Belle Époque.
Yes but don’t you see - to these
guys the golden age was the Renaissance. They’d all trade the Belle Époque to paint alongside Michelangelo or Titian. And those guys probably imagine life was better when Kubla Khan was around. I’m having an insight. A minor one but that accounts for the anxiety of my dream.
Last night I dreamed I ran out of
Zithromax - and then I went to the dentist and there was no novacaine - these people have no antibiotics -
What are you talking about?
And even in the twenties - no
dishwashers - no 911 if your appendix bursts - no “movies on demand”.
But if we love each other what does
it matter when we live?
Because if you stay here and this
becomes your present, sooner or later you’ll imagine another time was really the golden time. And so will I - I’m beginning to see why it can’t work, Adriana. The present has a hold on you because it’s your present and while there’s never any progress in the most important things, you get to appreciate - what little progress is made - the internet - Pepto- Bismol. The present is always going to seem unsatisfying because life itself is unsatisfying - that’s why Gauguin goes back and forth between Paris and Tahiti, searching - it’s my job as a writer to try and come up with reasons why despite life being tragic and unsatisfying, it’s still worth it.
That’s the problem with writers -
you’re all so full of words - but I’m more emotional. I’m going to stay and live in Paris’ most glorious time. You made a choice to leave Paris once and you regretted it.
Yes, that one I regretted but it
was a real choice and I made the wrong one. This is a choice between accepting reality or surreal insanity.
So finally you do love Inez more
No - I love you - but this way lies
madness - and if I’m ever going to write anything worthwhile I’ve got to get rid of my illusions and that I’d be happier in the past is one of them.
Goodbye Adriana. Good luck.
[They kiss, she turns and goes to the table of artists.] '
Midnight in Paris
written by Woody Allen
Having the opportunity to hang out with Jean Cocteau and Scott Fitzgerald, whilst listening to Cole Porter sing and playing piano - and having his novel checked by Gertrude Stein whilst staring at Picasso's masterpiece, is probably the most amazing thing that could have happened to Gil (or to me... or to anyone!). But choosing to accept the present and dealing with it wholeheartedly, was at the end certainly the most laudable feat.
Saturday, 10 March 2012
i have to write an essay for skool. i have to do it, but i don't want to. the longer i wait, the closer i am to the deadline, and the more my stomach hurts because of the stress. i have to write about fashion - what? yeah, i go to london college of fashion.
if you go to london college of fashion, you have to act all the time as if you were obsessed with fashion. or act as if you couldn't care less. yep. that also makes you cool. the last trend is to show others how you don't give a fuck about fashion while standing in your prada shoes. sometimes i wish i were like that. not joking here.
i guess i am not cool at all, 'cause i don't hate fashion, i kind of like it, but i am not as passionate about it as everybody is in skool. i like beautiful things, i like interesting looking things. i like a well-designed book cover. i enjoy music. i enjoy being sat surrounded by beautiful furniture. in architecture, i like spaces disposed in a way that transmits something to you. regarding fashion, i like dresses designed by additional reason than just covering yourself. but more than nothing, i like beautiful people, i love clothes as far as this helps people look beautiful. some people look great naked, others need clothes 'cause they just look disgusting without it. 'but fashion is not only about clothes' that's what my tutor would have answered if i had told him what i really think about all this boring stuff. i would have replied 'i know, teacher, i guess fashion is all about selling yourself through an image, as if you were selling meat at the local market. and other people becoming rich because of the clothes ordinary people like me buy'
but i never had this conversation with my tutor. nor with my classmates. cause i want to be accepted at skool, i want to be accepted by society, and i want to be accepted as everybody wants to be accepted. so i ended up consuming and showing fashion, so that i were more like the others. and now, i wonder if it was in my nature to like fashion, or i just like it cause the others made me like it. now i can say i have a taste, i have an opinion about fashion. i followed paris fashion week, yeah. i watched the last dior show from my computer, live. i wish i had one of those new givenchy jumpers. jil sanders last season of dresses were fucking boring, but i would wear them if i had them in my closet. i covered london fashion week again - everybody knows that's not cool, everybody knows london is not paris. but still, all these people who know london is not cool, fight to be seated in the front row at london fashion week. it is part of the campaign of selling your own style. there's nothing wrong about it. and i guess somehow i take my part on it when taking pictures of these people wanting to be the first ones sitting on the show.
after reading this short statements, my most intellectual friends would say that i should stop reading fashion press and go back to what they call (also do i, sometimes) 'real books'. my friends into fashion, would ask me (if they weren't so polite) to keep taking pictures and shut up. but what would I say? i guess i have nothing else to say concerning fashion.
last term was boring, and we didn't learn that much, or enjoy it. even if the teachers talked a lot about fashion and we are very into fashion, or we want to be into fashion, or want to look like if we were into fashion. i personally learnt nothing, but i did progress on my skill of acting as if i were listening to the others while they talk -sorry, teachers, for being this rude, but it's the truth.
so while my teacher was talking about something, i never got to hear because i was too busy thinking about beautiful naked people and he couldn't stop from talking about clothes, he looked at me and asked me what i was going to write about, and the first thing that came to my mind was 'tomboy style' cause the naked person i was thinking about in that moment, also looks good in her tomboy style.
as a result, today i have to write about the tomboy culture which i know nothing about.
and i wish i lived in a world where the truth was a valid excuse and i could hand-in these self portraits i took while i should have been writing, and this text under the header 'ALL I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT FASHION AND TOMBOY CULTURE'.