MY MANIC & I

My Manic & I by Laura Marling.

Laura Marling makes beautiful songs and lyrics.. especially when you think she was only 15/16 when she wrote this song.

mister lonely

ikke bare er dette den vakreste filmen jeg har sett på lenge
jeg kunne godt tenke meg å gifte meg med diego luna også
det hadde vært helt greit for meg det





filmscript available from nieves

the science of sleep or this dream people call human life

Nowadays we are making a short movie in class. We have a whole month for it, or at least until the 20. april if we want to enter it to a filmfestival that has its deadline then.

It has to be about dreams or sleep. I kind of came up with that idea. An idea that I now curse (well, not really). It is an okey theme, because it gives all 9 of us the oppurtunity to make something that will be completely personal. But I find it quite hard to make something that wont be too abstract / over the top or even under the top. I thought writing my own story would be fairly easy, since I love writing so much, but it turns out to be quite the nut.

I have always shown a perticular interest in dreams, and I believe that they are of a very high significance for who we are or who we are subconsciously deep deep down. I do not believe that dreams are attempts to conceal your true/suppressed feelings from the waking mind like Freud advocates, but rather that they are windows to your unconscious in more of a spiritual way, like Jung talks about.

I am reading alot about dreams and watching documentaries about them and also regular films on the topic these days, to kind of dig in to the depths of dreams and see if I can find inspiration (for my little short film) there. I therefore thought that a list of the -in my opinion- best movies on the theme of dreams were in place.

1. Akira Kurosawa's Dreams (1990)
One of the dreams, The Tunnel:


Most of the other dreams in the movie can be found as shorts on youtube.

2. The Quay Brothers - Institute Benjamenta or This Dream People Call Human Life (1995)

The classroom dance:


3. Michel Gondry - The Science of Sleep (2006)


- Not sure which placement to give this. It is probably in a class of its own.
Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dali - Le Chien Andalou (1929)


and I havent seen these yet (or too long ago to remember)

-joseph rubens dreamscape (1984)
-richard linkletters waking life (2001)
-alfred hitcocks spellbound (1945)
-wes cravens nightmare on elm street (1984)
-stanley kubricks eyes wide shut (not sure if this really is about dreams)
-cameron crows vanilla sky (not sure if this one is either..?)
-vincent wards what dreams may come (1998)

dans paris

I am liking Christophe Honorés movies more and more. yesterday I watched the movie called Dans Paris. I must admit I liked Chansons d'amour a little bit more. but just a little bit.

here is the trailer:


and one tiny part of it. the last part of this clip is so good.

"you are not a fashion blogger, are you?"

"emm.. well. I blog about different things. sometimes fashion, sometimes music, sometimes movies or other things on my mind or inspiring to me."
"ok. well. good. cause if you were a fashion blogger that would be pathetic."

I see his point to some extent because there are a lot of blogs out there like : "I bought this black pantyhose today and then I bought icecream...blabla." ..yep, who the fuck cares, anyway? but there are also some really, really nice fashion blogs out there written by some very intelligent people making fashion and clothes a science and an art.

therefore; in my world, blogging about fashion is not as pathetic as it is in his world.
and I will now show you the latest material additions to my happiness.

I went for a day/shoppingtrip to stockholm. It was the first time I was in town when stores were open. I figured out that the only place I really "needed" to be was inside this house called the PUB-house, where I could find a lot of things of interest. me and my friend walked a little around town and went into a few shops (doing some touristy-things as well) but all in all mostly everything I bought was from this house. even more specifically the store called aplace on 3.floor. in the same floor there was also a very nice café which served me a delicious lambchopslunch (very cheap). it looked like it was the place to be during a friday for lunchtime, and a lot of stockholms most fashionable people were gathered here. fashionable businesspeople/designers talking on the phone, with their computers, and then walking amongst eachothers tables like they were all there on one big fashion-business meeting. people were inspecting eachother/analyzing eachothers styling and outfits. having been living in a quiet town up north in sweden since the middle of august, all of this made me extremely uncomfortable and I made all the wrong social codex mistakes. I felt clumpsy/self-conscious and under surveillance. at some point a whole fashion-table looked at me at the same time, and walking from the bathroom to our table suddenly felt problematic. at the same time as seeing all these wonderfully inspiring/welldressed people all at the same time made my heart jump for joy, it also made me realize that it is okey to be without this. to live in a quiet town where this is not everyday occurences. their tempos with their iphones and their computers and their eyes and their outfits felt foreign to me. both welcome and hungered after, but also far from my reality somehow. the obsession of being important. perhaps I cant explain it any better than this.

the fashion world is both intriguing and repulsive
and I think this love/hate relationship that I have to it is what makes me so curious.

enough small talk
here is what I bought
an ann-sofie back cardigan that twists nicely when on

a fifth avenue shoe repair dress that I think will look nice and be very comfortable during summer

an our legacy t-shirt that somewhat resembles my favourite acne t-shirt that has gone missing

an our legacy short sweater with an interesting back


two second hand t-shirts with animals on them that I liked

this one has paintstains making it extra trashy

a bodysock from american apparel

and some basics: bikini, body, fingercutoff vanter, headband & some underwear

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regretting not having bought this (which were the reason for buying all the american apparel band/bra's):
a fifth avenue shoe repair dress that had a lot of fabric and draping

a nakkna tanktop (that luckily can be bought in their webshop)

aand, this jacket right here.

and while I am at it, this is a very nice webshop: trés bien shop

jannicke <3 BARR

download the whole version here
(I might regret this actually)

see the first part of it here:

jannicke <3 BARR from jannicke stendal on Vimeo.

the song I am covering is called
the song is the single
and is by the artist named BARR

I had just gone through the breakup,
the armageddon breakup,
the timing was bad
but there is never a good time
for bad things to happen

a date with john waters

the liner notes to this album/mixed tape

I'm John Waters and I'm lookin' for a date – with you. Come on over, let's listen to some tunes. Wow, you look great! Come on in. Would you like a drink? Have a seat on my sofa and let me play for you the first record I ever shoplifted, “Tonight You Belong to Me” by Patience and Prudence. So stolen, so pure, so good. Of course, I can be bad too. “Jet Boy Jet Girl” always gets me in the mood. Wanna “pogo?” Go ahead, knock over the furniture, I don't care. I always feel relaxed if punk rock music is blaring in the background. Sit a little closer. Like the song says, “I'm gonna make you be a girl.” Want a popper? Here's the first tri -sexual song ever recorded – “Ain't Got No Home” - and God, is it a good one. Let's play sexual roles just like Clarence “Frogman” Henry does as he sings. You want to be the “boy” this time? You can be the “girl” too just as long as I get to be the “frog” – I'm just kinda kinky that way.

All control freaks like me are looking for the person they can't control, that's why I asked you for a date. Listen to “I'd Love to Take Orders From You” by Mildred Bailey and maybe you'll get some ideas. Good ol' Mildred – that white fat girl singer who hung out with gay guys and passed for black. When she sings about “discipline” it goes way beyond race and gender and guess what, so do I. Want to be corny and sing a duet together? Let's be hillbillies and pretend we're stupid. Who wants to sleep with smart people all the time, anyway? Think I invited you over here to discuss the future of independent film? Hell no, I'm lookin' for a little action and “In Spite of Ourselves” by John Prine and Iris DeMent ought to do the trick. “Convict movies make her horny” goes the lyrics. Me too! Put on a video.

Wanna get married? Just kidding. Me neither. But listen to the great Tina Turner, when she was still with Ike, had a mustache and wore ratty mink coats, as she screams out the ultimate wedding song of rage and jealousy “All I Can Do Is Cry.” God, I wish I could have directed the music video for this song. What lyrics! When Tina wails, “Their friends were throwin' rice all over their heads,” she always makes me feel like popping the question.

Ok, let's lighten it up a bit. Need to take a leak? You might want to smoke a joint too. My next selection is by one of my own stars – the greatly unhinged Edith Massey and while some have called her rendition of this classic one of the World's Worst Records, I think it's pretty catchy. “Big Girls Don't Cry” – well, sometimes they do if their dates don't put out. What? How old am I? What difference does that make? Didn't you ever hear the expression “old chickens make good soup?” Let's slow it down a bit and get melodramatic. Love? Is there such a thing or are we forever searching for some idealized fantasy fueled by movies like Douglas Sirk's “Imitation of Life?” Listen to Earl Grant's voice as he sings the title song from the soundtrack. So smooth…mmm…kissing is so personal, so much like being in a movie. Here…lie down, let me hang up your clothes.

What's this in your coat pocket? A gun!? Jeezze, I knew you were edgy but I guess I'm old fashioned – I frown on firearms on the first date. Well, of course I understand rage and so would Mink Stole, one of my favorite actresses. Listen to her give Julie London a run for her money as Mink sings the perfect song for our awkward moment, “Sometimes I Wish I Had a Gun.” Sit back down. What else you packin'? Confused about your sexuality? Who isn't these days? “Trend-sexual,” “friends with benefits,” “bro-jobs,” all these modern words for dating turn me on. “Johnny Are you Queer” you may ask and so does Josie Cotton on the song that's playing right now. Go ahead, turn up the volume. Feel like go-go dancing? Hit it! I love to watch. Go baby, go!

Feelin' dirty? Who isn't with Ray Charles' “(Night Time Is) The Right Time” playing in the background. Let's go all the way! But wait to hit the jackpot until you hear the amazing voice of Margie Hendricks come in half-way through the song. Hold it…here she is…listen to her howl! Oh my God, she's gonna sing that line, “Squeeze me, squeeze me!” Get it Margie! Get it!

Phew, that was nice. Want a Jujyfruit? Yummy. It's nice to share, isn't it? Oh Christ, who's that at the door? What do you mean “it might be the cops?” Shhhh…they'll go away. You must be tired from running from the law all day. Let's “Hit the Road to Dreamland” with Dean Martin and cuddle up. Nighty night, don't let the bedbugs bite.

Good morning! Breakfast's ready! Poached eggs and so much bacon you'll get a headache. Ain't love grand? “If I Knew You Were Coming” I'd do more than “Bake You a Cake” as Eileen Barton chirps in her upbeat song of the same name. Sorry you have to leave so early but I understand with your name being on the news and all that you better get an early start. Bye! Come on over next weekend and we can “break up.” Isn't the best part of a good date missing the person right afterwards? I always feel downright “Bewildered” when I take a chance on love, so what better way to celebrate this risk than listening to Shirley and Lee sing about it? Isn't hearing Shirley's nasal voice even better than love? If I hold my nose and sing to you the next time I call, will you still love me tomorrow?

- John Waters

if you're lazy and want him to read it to you instead:


Tracklist
1. Tonight You Belong to Me - Patience and Prudence
2. Jet Boy Jet Girl - Elton Motello
3. Ain't Got No Home - Clarence Frogman Henry
4. I'd Love to Take Orders from You - Mildred Bailey and Her Swing Band
5. In Spite of Ourselves - John Prine with Iris Defflent
6. All I Can Do Is Cry - Ike and Tina Turner
7. Big Girls Don't Cry - Edith Massey
8. Imitation of Life - Earl Grant
9. Sometimes I Wish I Had a Gun - Mink Stole
10. Johnny Are You Queer? - Josie Cotton
11. Night Time is the Right Time - Ray Charles
12. Hit the Road to Dreamland - Dean Martin
13. If I Knew You Were Comin' I'd've Baked a Cake - Eileen Barton with the New Yorkers
14. Bewildered - Shirley and Lee

face me now

Bandstocks + frYars + Patrick Wolf : Welcome to the future of the music industry!

clever boys, my favourite artists.

frYars next album Dark Young Hearts and Patrick Wolfs Battles will be released with the financing of their fans. Bandstocks give you the opportunity to invest in your favourite artists new albums and become sort of a stockholder in them. Its a win-win situation because the fans are ensured that their (favourite) artist will be able to continue making music and the artist get the funding that they need for their artistic vision without any unnecessary interfering. I tried to click the invest button yesterday for both frYars and Patrick Wolf, but they have restricted it to only include UK citizens, which is a huge disadvantage. These guys have lots of fans in other countries that would have loved to chip in aswell. One of the benefits harder to give to the stockowners/fans in other countries are the secret shows that would only be possible to arrange in UK, perhaps. But I am willing to live with that. I just simply want to invest in my favourite artists and this brilliant new business model that gives the power to the right people.

Patrick Wolfs own words on the issue:

My roots in the music industry have always been firmly placed in independent music. As a teenager I was inspired by visionary labels such as Digital Hardcore, Fierce Panda, Planet Mu, and Tigerbeat 6. As an 18 year old, I was given full creative space by the small label Faith and Industry to grow and to make the records and sounds I had to. After two independent releases I decided to experiment to see what would happen when a major label and my third album collided. It was very beneficial and a great learning curve for me, but I am very happy to be back in the creative, free world of independent music; on my own label, Bloody Chamber Music (A bloody chamber being a heart, a tribute to the book "The Bloody Chamber" by Angela Carter), started earlier this year.

So, here I am. Album four with my own record label. With the old world recording industry a rapidly sinking ship; recording studios closing weekly, free downloads daily, more musicians hitting the long road than ever before to feed themselves, I am happy to have come across a new intimate system of audience and artist participation called Bandstocks. This will be funding Bloody Chamber Music, and the international physical and digital release of my fourth album, Battle, and its collective singles. It’s an exciting game we can play together; you get to be an investor and stakeholder in the album. You will get special editions, first copies of the album, private privileges and mixes... and we get to conquer the world together and show that independence and self sufficiency are the two ways forward and out of the mess the industry is in.

When I pressed my first EP we made one thousand vinyl copies. We sold these at friends’ shops across the UK, and with the money made we funded the mix of Lycanthropy. The music industry needn’t be so complicated or Wizard of Oz. It’s time to drop the curtain and stop relying on a stale patriarchy. I'm excited, I hope you are too. Welcome to the future!

Thank you mister Wolf. I am very excited aswell!

"I have a secret"

David Lynch's Rabbits.
this is brilliant/weird/great/scary.

Episode 1


Episode 2


Episode 3


Episode 4


Episode 5


Episode 6


Episode 7


Episode 8

missing & reminiscing

my friends like pearls in a row
at copenhagenstreetstyle.com

Emma <3 the cutest girl I know of and also the greatest talent. Emma and I will make the greatest movies together some day.

Hannes: one half of my favourite couple of all times. I miss them both so goddamnit much. other than climbing the staircase of fashion, hannes will one day become the greatest novelist to have come out of sweden. hannes has magicness in his head/pen.


Kasper looking hot here.


Erik, which means he didnt go back to Marangoni and Milano.

Thomas.


I was once on it too. Not my favourite picture of me but what the heck.

Ingmar Bergman on art: The Snakeskin

In exactly 12 hours I am handing in my exam in filmhistory. It consists of 5 pages of italian neorealism, 5 pages of the french new wave (including an analysis of Les 400 Coups) and 5 pages of Ingmar Bergman with an in-depth focus on Persona.

In relation to this I have been reading a lot. I have also watched a lot of movies. And I want to say the following about Ingmar Bergman: Sometimes I like him, sometimes I dont. Sometimes I find him utterly pretentious (and negative), but then again, the pretentiousness might be justified (if that is ever possible for pretentiousness). I find myself ambivalent towards him and unable to take a stand. Either I adore him, or I do not adore him.

He wrote this article The Snakeskin that was to be read out loud in Amsterdam in 1965, as he was to receive an award (the Erasmus Award), but couldnt be there himself as he was lying in bed very sick. (Most likely he got sick because he hit the wall, and had somewhat of an artistical crisis). Out of this sickness this article came and also the manuscript/book that were later to become the film Persona. I want to share with me his article, because I found parts of it utterly well put. Even though I am not sure that I agree with the notion of art not having any healing or therapeutic function, and that the artist is a self-absorbed but curious explorer of the world within his reach. Or perhaps that's exactly how it is. I am not sure. I have highlighted the part I loved the most. With no further introduction I will now copy and paste. Enjoy.

"Artistic creativity has always manifested itself in me as a sort of hunger. I have observed this need in myself with some gratification, but I have never in all my conscious life asked why this hunger should arise and demand to be satisfied. In the last few years, as it has begun to ease off, and been transformed into something else, I have begun to feel it important to try to establish the reason for my 'artistic activity'.

[...]

It was fairly obvious that the cinema should be my chosen means of expression. I made myself understood in a language that by-passed words, which I lacked; music, which I have never mastered; and painting, which left me unmoved. Suddenly, I had the possibility of corresponding with the world around me in a language that is literally spoken from soul to soul, in terms that avoid control by the intellect in a manner almost voluptuous.

I threw myself into my medium with all the dammed-up hunger of my childhood and for twenty years, in a sort of rage, I have communicated dreams, sensual experiences, fantasies, outbursts of madness, neuroses, the convulsions of faith, and downright lies. My hunger has been continuously renewed, money, fame and success have been the astonishing, but basically unimportant, consequences of my advance. By this, I do not wish to discount whatever I may have achieved. I believe it has had, and perhaps still has, its importance. What is so comforting to me is that I can see what has passed in a new and less romantic light. Art as self-satisfaction can have its importance – particularly to the artist himself.

Today the situation is less complicated, less interesting, and above all less glamorous.

Now, to be completely honest, I regard art (and not only the art of the cinema) as lacking importance.

Literature, painting, music, the cinema, the theatre beget and give birth to themselves. New mutations and combinations emerge and are destroyed; seen fro the outside, the movement possesses a nervous vitality – the magnificent zeal of artists to project, for themselves and an increasingly distracted public, pictures of a world that no longer asks what they think or believe. On a few preserves artists are punished, artists regarded as dangerous and worth stifling or steering. By and large, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible and, as I said, the movement is intense, almost feverish; it resembles, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself is long since dead, eaten out from within, deprived of its poison; but the skin moves, filled with busy life.

If I now observe that I happen to be one of these ants, then I must ask myself whether there is any reason to pursue the activity further. The answer is yes. Even though I regard the theatre as an old and well-beloved courtesan who has seen better days. Even though I, and many with me, find Westerns more stimulating than Antonioni or Bergman. Even though the new music gives us feelings of suffocation, from the mathematical thinning out of the air; even though painting and sculpture have been sterilized and waste away in paralysing freedom. Even though literature has been transformed into a mere cairn of words, with no message and no danger.

There are poets who never write, because they shape their lives as poems; actors who never perform, but who act out their lives as high drama. There are painters who never paint, because they close their eyes and conjure up the most superb works of art on the back of their eye-lids. There are film-makers who live their films and would never abuse their gift by materializing them in reality.

In the same way, I believe that people today can reject the theatre, since they live in the midst of a drama which is constantly exploding in local tragedy. They need no music, since their hearing is bombarded every minute by great hurricanes of sound, in which the pain barrier is both reached and surpassed. They need no poetry, since the new world philosophy has transformed them into creatures of function, bound to interesting – but poetically unusable – problems of metabolism.

Man (as I experience myself and the world around me) has set himself free, fearfully, breathtakingly free. Religion and art are kept alive for sentimental reasons, as a conventional courtesy to the past, or in benevolent concern for the increasingly nervous citizens of leisure.

I am still declaring my subjective view. I hope and am convinced that others have a more balanced and allegedly objective view. If now I take all these unfortunate factors into consideration and assert that in spite of everything I wish to continue making art, it is for one very simple reason. (I will disregard any purely material considerations.)

This reason is curiosity. An unbounded, never satisfied, continuously renewed, unbearable curiosity, which drives me forward, never leaves me in peace, and completely replaces my hunger for fellowship.

I feel like a prisoner who has served a long sentence and suddenly tumbled out into the booming, howling, snorting world outside. I am seized by an intractable curiosity. I note, I observe, I have my eyes with me, everything is unreal, fantastic, frightening, or ridiculous. I capture a flying particle of dust, perhaps it's a film – and of what importance will that be: none whatsoever, but I myself find it interesting, so it's a film. I revolve with objects I have captured for myself and am cheerfully or melancholically occupied. I elbow my way in with the other ants, we do a colossal job. The snakeskin moves.

This and this only is my truth. I don't ask that it should be true for anyone else and, as comfort for eternity, it is naturally on the slim side. As a basis for artistic activity during the next few years it is entirely adequate, at least for me.

To be an artist for one's own sake is not always very agreeable. But it has one outstanding advantage: the artist is on an equal footing with every other creature who also exists solely for his own sake. Taken together, we are probably a fairly large brotherhood who exist in this way in selfish fellowship on the warm, dirty earth, under a cold and empty sky."

strangely interesting : Les Chansons d'Amour (2007)

basically you should just watch it without knowing too much. thats what I did.
I was laughing out loud of surprisement when they suddenly started singing. I am normally not that into musicals in realistic settings, but this one is just simply so great. it touches on several different filmmakingtricks that one doesnt see all that often in movies nowadays. extremely experimental in more than one sense. me and my flatmate were wondering how it must have felt during filming. because the strangeness of all the different parts could not always have made the actors sure of the greatness that were to come out of it.

a couple of pictures that might want to make you watch it.






right now I am listening to the soundtrack, singing along.

and then to give you a sense of the surrealistic beauty of it have a look at these two (music)videos. singing + gay sex will always, always intrigue me.


oh. the whole movie is actually on youtube, but not embeddable. here is the link to the first part of it.

lindy hip hop

I might have shared this video a million times before but I cant get enough of it. I am starting the next possible lindy hop course! aah.. I love this dance.

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