always sold out

surface 2 air

juun j + reebok

when I finally figure out what I want to buy online, its sold out.
story of my life.

TAGAKI MASAKATSU

AND JUST BEACAUSE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY


MERRY CHRISTMAS, FUCKERS!

CRYSTAL CAT

DAN DEACON - CRYSTAL CAT

Just beacause this makes me want to dance !!

allinonetake

no storyboard, no manuscript. only synopsis.

shot all in one take. short movie Ukraine 2005.
Kenyeres Bálint : Before Dawn

just saw this

awe/dumbstruck.





Samuel Beckett's Film (1965) with Buster Keaton.

The Ice Storm

I NEED TO SEE THIS MOVIE AGAIN!

La Jetée

Chris Marker made this beautiful short film in 1962, based on still pictures. It is what later inspired Terry Gilliam into making his Twelve Monkies.

In the movie, the survivors of a destroyed Paris in the aftermath of World War III live underground in the Palais de Chaillot galleries. They research time travel, hoping to send someone back before the devastating war to recover food, medicine, or energy for the present, "to summon the past and future to the aid of the present." The traveler is a male prisoner; his vague but obsessive childhood memory of witnessing a woman (Hélène Chatelain) during a violent incident on the boarding platform ("The Jetty") at Orly Airport is used as the key to his journey back in time.
He is thrown back to the past again and again. He repeatedly meets and speaks to the woman who was present at the terminal. After his successful passages to the past, the experimenters attempt to send him into the deep future. In a brief meeting with the technologically advanced people of the future, he is given a power unit sufficient to regenerate his own destroyed society. On his return, he is cast aside by his jailers to die. Before he can be executed, he is contacted by the people of the future, who offer to help him escape to their time, but he asks to be returned to the time of his childhood. He is returned, only to find the violent incident he partially witnessed as a child was his own death as an adult.

-wikipedia

christmaspictures and christmasvideos

okey, with this cutest/dorkiest slideshowpicturesofreindeer-video I (might) bring you the/a feeling of christmas:
I am not such a terrible christmasromantic, really. dont know what got into me lately.

maybe it's all the snow (its three times this amount now):

maybe its the fact that I get to be around the coolest kid all the time: (OBS! not my own, my sister's)


maybe its because I spent weeks before december started making this thing for my sister, her boyfriend and eskil:

1st of december I had made a christmasmix for them, a couple of the songs on it was:
Badly Drawn Boy - Donna & Blitzen (video above)

last years christmas song by the raveonettes. a true hit in denmark. (this is not the greatest video either unfortunately)
The Raveonettes - The Christmas Song


Rosemary Clooney, Tony Randall & Tab Hunter - I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm

I want nothing but the love of the next stranger who walks through that door

PHIARY

after flickr got really messy and ugly, I have been looking for something smarter and more aestetically pleasing place to upload my pictures.

I have seen Phiary.com in use for a while, but havent really started appreciating it until very recently. I sent a request a while ago for an invitation through their page, but that didnt pay off, really. it is still in test-mode before they let more people in.

today I got in touch with one of the (norwegian) people behind to ask for an invitation, got a positive reply and within the evening (or some time soon) I think my phiary will be up and running. hopefully.

horray.

I believe this will encourage for daily photography. sweden has had something similar to this for ages. bilddagboken.se, but it is ugly as fuck.

boydivision

less talk more action

I like this blog.

BOYDIVISION

I also like his pictures.

Isolation Years

I couldnt sleep until I posted this.

I REALLY dont get why these guys arent hyped all over and playing all the biggest festivals, selling tons of records.




INLAND TRAVELLER is a place to start.

CORPORATE CANNIBAL

GRACE JONES - CORPORATE CANNIBAL

WE HEART GRACE JONES

I WAN'T YOU TO GET MAD

I love this scene in the movie Network. It's so fucking good. This was 1976 and it's still true today.

My style is bom-diddi-bom di-dang di-dang diggi-diggi

It sure is Robyn!
Now this is not the first Robyn post on this blog and it won't be the last. It's pretty obvious that this girl has syle, swagga style.
I'm not crazy about the song but because she always looks so amazing and cute - she gets one more post.
Robyn's video for cobrastyle

Crave

A:s bedazzlingly beautiful monologue from Crave by Sarah Kane from 1999

"And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your

and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you."

In this play there are 4 characters, A, B, C and M
the pictures are from when Deborah Harry played M in New York in 2000.


More on that perticular staging of Crave can be found here.

Sarah Kane passed away at the age of 28 in 1999 when she herself chosed to end her life. More on Sarah Kane and her plays here.

Sarah Kane

for some reason her darkness reminds me of xiu xiu's darkness.
perhaps he has read/seen her plays.

tomorrow I am going to the library to get a hold of her 5 plays. I will have read at least one of them by tuesday. we have chosen to do our projectexam on her. I do feel like it will be quite interesting, but I also see the challenge. we have previously both acted out and made a shortfilm about the play in question during these classes I take in drama-theatre-film. now it will be quite interesting to figure out how to portray her the best, particularly because of her raging darkness and the complexity of portraying this realistically (rape, torture, death, violence, masturbation).

one person in my group has his own studio, and he makes/made a lot of music in the 90s (komeda). he seemed to have an idea surrounding music. anyhow. I am intrigued and cant wait to take on the task.

some excerpts here:
1995 Blasted

1996 Phaedras love

1997 Skin (10 minutes only, for tv)

1998 Cleansed

1998 Crave

2000 4.48 Psychosis

more on her and her plays here

I would never ask for anything more

LD Tuttle


BLESS



Henrik Vibskov


my total admiration for the things above.
the next few things would be nice to have also,
but not at all as lifechanging.

marios blue cardigan

pencey fringe vest

alex & chloe

yarnz


most of this found on oaknyc.com, the BLESS thing on shopstandingup.us

"the internet should be made out of paper"

-connor o'brian

I completely agree.

tonight is a strange night.
I have decided to stay indoors even though Mattias Alkberg is playing with a new band in town, and some of my friends are there.
I feel torn between the urge to go out vs the urge to stay inside. there is a lot of snow at the moment and it is too slippery to bike. walking is cold, and also slippery, but nice. however, my epic trip out last night makes the decision an easy one, mostly because I cant go out and redo yesterday anyway.

I wish my neighbours downstairs that are having a party would have a worse taste in music. it is a strange wish, but it makes me feel even more alone when they play good song after good song, which signifies that they might be good people. I dream about going downstairs to be the boring complaining neighbour, and they'll be all like. hey, wait a minute, you should come in and join the party in stead. I think I would have very much enjoyed that. it would have been a scary thrill. but in stead of being both the boring, complaining neighbour, or the really cool partyneighbour, I choose to be the silent neighbour, humming along to the songs I can hum along to safely a paperthin floor away.

I like the internet. but at times it can make me upset/angry/stressed. I have like 20 mails I should answer. perhaps even more. they are all important to answer, because some people might think that I dont want to answer, which is never ever the case. some might even get offended when they see that I have been online (i.e. statuschangements on facebook and stuff). it makes me feel even more stressed about the mails and all the answering. the internet should be fun. but sometimes I get such a suffocated feeling. information overload drains my energy. I literally get stressed because of all the cool things that are out there, and all the cool things yet to be created, and discovered. and also the stressfulness on not knowing where to go and what to do. there is nothing more I wish for than going back to cph. and yet at the same time, staying here learning more about theatre and film also intrigues me. yesterday, an artist who is also a student in my class started asking me why I was here. why I didnt attend some artschool somewhere, which he said he would definitely see me as fit for. I replied I had no idea about which one to choose, or what to do there. I shouldnt blame the internet, and I am not going to. but there is constantly something I long for doing. I have a very short span of attention and I want to do it all. I want to act, make movies, write, take pictures, become a psychologist, do this, do that. start my own company. live here, live there. sometimes people say that its good its that way and not the other. that I want to do too little. but honestly. the things I want more than anything, anything right now is this:

-knowing what to do
-and where, so I can get/build a home with my furniture and my things, and my books, and my everything
-pursue what I have decided when it comes to making a living and do it well.

rick owens apartment in paris

it would be completely okey with me to live like this.