onsdag den 26. november 2008

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

tirsdag den 25. november 2008


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.

søndag den 23. november 2008

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


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


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

lørdag den 22. november 2008

"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.

søndag den 16. november 2008

paris je t'aime

YES! I do.

1. I need to go to paris
2. I need to be in love
3. I need to make movies
4. I need to learn french

this movie, paris je t'aime consists of 16 shortfilms made by and with some of the very best filmpeople around.

what a good movie. see the whole thing.

preferably with someone. I watched it alone. :/

tirsdag den 11. november 2008

randy and my take on them

one of my all-time favourite bands RANDY, came to play here last weekend. after having had a pause for a couple of years they are now playing lots of shows around sweden. even though it was the 5. or 6. time I saw them live, it felt like something completely new this time. perhaps because I thought devastatingly they wouldnt play any more shows and was angry as fuck when I realized I couldnt come watch their "last" show in Umeå when they played Umeå Open in 2006. (I was stuck in Iceland..afraid of flying). but now a couple of years later, in Umeå, I got to see them again and it was THE concert of the year. at least.

I have made a few coverversions of two of their songs. one can be found on my myspace. and another I have put here for free downloading

I dont necessarily think my covers do them any justice so I think you should listen to the original songs in stead.

here are a couple of musicvideos with them, (although not the ones I have covered)

I have talked to some guys up here that play real instruments about making a coverband (for fun), playing randy covers. I hope I get the time to go through with it. right now school is up to my ears.

Ivan Maximov

heartbreakingly beautiful russian stop-motion:

things I love, things I hate

a short film by jean pierre jeunet I watch pretty much nearly everyday, for a laugh and inspiration.

I like the little things.

för varje hjärtslag

I really, really like their take on the song. might also make sense to you that dont know swedish, since you might know the english version (robyns) and therefore understand pretty much what its about.