Falha minha

Caros visitantes do blog,

No último post que fiz esqueci-me de por a tal deliciosa imagem do anuncio da Dolce & Gabanna de que tanto vos falei.

Falha minha. Aqui está ela.

Media Storm

Há três anos duas das três cadelas seriam jornalistas. Agora o futuro tem-nos às três em áreas completamente distintas. Gosto de pensar que se tivessem seguido o plano original fariam algo do género ao que se encontra neste site de fotojornalismo...

Deixo-o o link para o documentário que venceu oEmmy de Documentary/NonFiction for Broadband: Kingsley's Crossing. Mas não deixem de ver os outros.

Schaerbeek .be

Schaerbeek. Schaerbeek. É este o meu novo canto. Eu e a MG ficaremos por aqui nos próximos meses. Felicíssima. Não era bem a localização que procurávamos (teremos que andar um bom bocado depois da festa) mas não é o Hostel. Ah! E vocês cabem cá todos!

Os senhorios são italianos e epanhóis. Tivemos que limpara a casa durante dois dias. Depois da limpeza uma ida ao IKEA (uma vez que o dinheiro não dá para outra coisa) para comprar uns básicos e depois uma ao Carrefour para encher o frigorífico.
Partilho esta 'commune' com belgas (o que não é fácil uma vez que por cá são uma minoria), turcos e polacos, as duas maiores forças migratórias por estas bandas. E pensava eu que por cá os Tugas reinavam....

Um Deus perdido que encontramos com o nosso olhar...

Sei que este anuncio publicitário não é novo... Foi a sensação do Verão e acho que deve ser mencionado no nosso blog, um espaço criado para dar lugar a todo o tipo de ideias.
Porque não só vivemos de poemas e textos bonitos aqui está esta imagem para nos adoçar a mente... Para quem não sabe este foi o anuncio de Verão da marca DOLCE & GABBANA.

O modelo que vemos na fotografia é David Gandy ( SIM ELE EXISTE MESMO NÃO É SÓ UM MITO!!!!) e parece que anda a navegar nas águas azuis da ilha de Capri...
A DOLCE & GABBANA quer vender-nos o perfume "light-blue" e com ele um ideário associado à de conquista e sedução. A nós resta-nos deixar ser seduzidos ( o que não é dificil) e pensar que podiamos ser nós a estar com ele no barco e a tirar-lhe a fotografia... Porque é sempre bom sonhar aqui fica o convite , se ainda não viram o anuncio de que vos falo, para o fazerem...

Ps:Por favor pede-se a quem encontrar este Deus Italiano que contacte para blog.

'There's nothing better in life than diamonds'

Estão disponíveis no The Guardian algumas das melhores entrevistas do último século. Há de todo o género. Desde Fidel Castro a Marilyn Monroe passando por Hitler ou Francis Bacon. Todas incrivéis mas resolvi deixar-vos esta que para além de óptima é também no mínimo deliciosa.

This is an edited version of Charlotte Chandler's interview with Mae West inRavenswood Apts, Hollywood, in 1979

Mae West held out her hand to me. As I took it, I scratched my palm on one of her diamond rings. All of her fingers were covered with diamonds. These, she explained, were just her "daytime diamonds". Holding out her hands, she said, "They're all real. They were given to me by admirers." Her gaze settled on my unadorned hands. "Oh, you poor kid! You don't have any!"

For a moment she regarded me with pity. Then she brightened. "But you have some at home?"

I shook my head.

She studied me, then said encouragingly, "You could, honey. But you've gotta try, and you've gotta know how to try. Knowing what you want is the first step toward getting it. There's nothing better in life than diamonds."

Mae West had been giving no interviews at all. She already knew all the people she wanted to know, especially in light of the hours she felt compelled to spend on hair, makeup and dress before she could see anyone. I had cost her three hours, but it would have been double that if I had been a man. If she were going to see anyone at all, a man would have been preferable any day, and especially any night.

"They always sent a man," she told me, not specifying who "they" were. "I considered spending my time with girls a waste of time, so I didn't mingle with any." The only exceptions were her beloved mother and her sister.

For Mae West, Hollywood had real unreality, and that was the way she liked it. To the end, she nobly resisted any assault on her fairytale castle. The apartment in Hollywood's Ravenswood was truly an extension of Mae West. The furniture was upholstered in eggshellwhite silk and satin, and appeared virginal, as if it had just been moved in for my visit. Once Mae had achieved perfection by her own standards, she hated any change. The celebrations of herself on display throughout the apartment evinced no false modesty. They also signified that in her mid-80s she was not afraid to be in competition with her younger self.

Whenever Mae interjected one of her celebrated epigrams to make a point, she would change from a serious tone to the sultry flippancy of Diamond Lil. As she spoke, her sculpted platinum hair would swing as in a shampoo commercial.

Perhaps she didn't like to give interviews to women because she couldn't act her part. Mae West had to be there herself; she couldn't just send Diamond Lil. She pointed out that although she was Diamond Lil, Lil was not Mae because there was more to Mae West.

Mae gave me a hard look and said there was something to tell me before we "got into it".

"If you smoke," she said, "you'll have to leave the room. I don't let anyone smoke in my presence."

I assured her that this wouldn't be necessary. Her approving look indicated that I had passed an important test.

"Then you'll keep your soft skin. That's how I kept mine. I always use baby oil. But the secret is it has to be warm, and you have to have a man put it on you - all over."

Her next query had the same tone of entrapment as the smoking suggestion. She asked if I wanted a drink. I declined. She said it was a good thing because she didn't have any liquor.

"I never understood drinking. It isn't good for your looks, and it cuts down on what you are. I never wanted to cut down on what I am.

"I was indefatigable. They only just found out that I had a double thyroid. Always had it, but didn't know it. Maybe that's the source of my energy, especially my sex energy. Is that scarf because you're cold, or do you have something to hide?"

I take it off.

"That's better. Now, unbutton a few buttons. Men like it if you show them a thing or two. I dress for women and undress for men.

"When I was making a film, I would stand during the whole shooting so I wouldn't wrinkle my dress. I'd say, 'Do I want to look my best for my public that expects it of me? Or would I rather sit down?' That ain't no choice.

"First impressions are what count. It's like when you arrive at a party. That's when people take a real look at you, and if they're impressed, that's how they think of you. If your makeup fades and you get creases in your dress later, that isn't what they remember."

What would you do if you didn't make the best first impression on a man?
Get a different man. I'd figure there was something wrong with him. I never needed clothes to make me feel sexy. I felt that way all the time. The nearness of an attractive man kept me in a constant state of sensual unrest.

You summed it up at the end of I'm No Angel when Cary Grant asked you, "What are you thinking about?" and you answered, "The same thing you are."
That's very exciting for a man. When men sense a woman is ready for sex, they're ready right away. When men came to see me, I had to try to calm them down a little first. [Sighing] I had a lot of great love affairs. Sex and work have been the only two things in my life.

In reverse order of importance.
Yeah. If I had to choose between sex and work, it was always my work I'd choose. I'm glad I didn't ever have to choose between them for more than a week, though. Since I was grown up, I've never been without either for more than a week.

What's "grown up"?
Thirteen. Before that, I was finding my way.

Didn't you ever have any trouble finding a man?
[Puzzled] What do you mean?

I mean one you really liked.
They always found me. I could always find something to like about every man. Well, almost every man. I want to show you my mother's picture. Isn't she beautiful?

She's lovely.
My mother lost a baby girl just before me, so I was her whole world. I had a sister and a brother, but they came along later. I was never jealous of my sister and brother. In my whole life, I've never envied anyone. I was too busy thinking about myself. Some people thought I should see a psychiatrist, but why spoil a good thing? It's better not to know everything about each other.

My mother wanted to be an actress. She finally got that through me. I took her out on the stage with me for a curtain call before she died. The success I had was worth it for my mother to come and take that bow with me. That meant more than any diamonds.

When I was a little girl, my father built me a stage in the basement of our Brooklyn brownstone. My father wasn't as sure as my mother about me going on the stage so young. He said, "Let her have a chance, but if she gets stage fright, she'll have to wait till she's older." Stage fright! Can you imagine? I didn't know the meaning of the word. Still don't. My mother didn't listen to my father. She knew I could do anything I wanted.

Very few of us have the opportunity to live out our fantasies. An actress may have that opportunity.
Being an actress and a writer both - that's the best thing you could be because you can be anyone you want. You just write yourself the part, and then you play it. Say, do you want to know about my first love affair? It was when I was five. I made my debut in Brooklyn at the Royal Theatre. It was my first love affair with my audience, and it's lasted all my life. That was the only one that ever really counted. No man could equal that. I ached for it, the spotlight, which was like the strongest man's arms around me, like an ermine coat.

Of what in your career are you proudest?
I saved Paramount Pictures. They were selling out. But my pictures made so much money for them, they were able to stay in business during the 30s. They oughta have a statue of me. At least a bust.

[Indicating a nude statue in her living room] Like that?
No. One of Diamond Lil in a beautiful dress. After Diamond Lil, sex was more out in the open. I'm proud of that because I always believed that sex was nothing to be ashamed of.

Do you think sex is better with love?
Honey, sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love - that's not so bad either. Sex is the best exercise for developing everything. It's very good for the complexion and the circulation. I've always had the skin of a little girl. Go ahead touch it. [I touch her skin.] That's all real. I didn't ever have to lift anything.

Do you remember when you first thought about sex?
I can't remember when I didn't. I always played with boys. They used to gather round me. I liked to see how each one kissed. A man's kiss is his signature.

I always liked having a lot of men around. On a rainy night it's like having more than one book to choose from, only better. I never could understand women who would almost die over one man. When you get rid of one, you don't want to sit around moping. When you mope, your mouth turns down; it puts lines in your face. There isn't any man in the world worth getting lines over.

Too many women wait around depending on men to bring them happiness. I didn't depend on men for mine. I knew how to handle men. I have a code though: No drinking, no smoking, and no married men. There are enough men to go around.

My best lover was a Frenchman who would pick me up after Diamond Lil and take me to the other theatre to rehearse Pleasure Man. One Saturday night we were at it till four the next afternoon. Like I always said, "It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men."

What kind of "life" do you look for in a man?
Fire. A man can be short and dumpy, but if he has fire, women will like him.

Who were some of the men who had that fire?
John Barrymore wasn't so bad. I wouldn't have minded playing with him. In a movie, that is.

You mean you'd rather have had him as a leading man in a film than as a lover?
If I'd had to make the choice, yeah. Because movies are forever, and sex doesn't last.

I gather that most of the men with whom you've had affairs were not performers.
You weren't in the bedroom with us, honey. With me, they were all good performers.

Do you think being a lady means something different now from what it did? One thing that's changed is talking about it as a value. You were a good girl or a bad girl.
I was a bad girl with a good heart. I don't think things have changed so much. It's still a man's world, with men making the rules that suit them best.

Which time was better for women?
I think it was better then. Now a woman's expected to do it, and the man doesn't even have to court her. The woman used to be a bigger prize.

You've gotta have plenty of self-esteem, nerve, and be bold in life. I've been liberated all my life. I always did what I wanted to do. I was an original. I didn't understand then what films meant, every new generation rediscovering you. When I first came out here, I didn't understand how important Hollywood was going to be.

Do you find Hollywood greatly changed now?
The star system's gone. I was a real star.

Are there any ways you feel you're different from the public image of Mae West?
I'm glad you asked that. When people think you're funny, they start to laugh at everything you say. There was a lot of serious reflection in what I said. And I was always writing.

I know you're especially proud of your writing.
The secret of it is to keep everything moving. Don't let the audience think of the dishes. You need to have some lines they can take away, like songs they go away humming. Do you type or write longhand?

I write longhand.
That's the only way I could do it. They offered to teach me to type when I was in prison. Did you know I was in prison?

Yes. But you weren't an ordinary prisoner.
I was never an ordinary anything. I had to stand trial because of my show, Sex. They said I could pay the fine, but I decided it would be more interesting to go to prison. They told me I had to wear prison clothes, but I said I was bringing my own underwear. I wore my silk underwear the whole time.

How do you feel about censorship?
I believe in censorship! If a picture of mine didn't get an X rating, I'd be insulted. Don't forget, dear - I invented censorship. Imagine censors that wouldn't let you sit in a man's lap. I've been in more laps than a napkin! They'd get all bothered by a line like "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

You might say I created the Hays Office. I'm a kind of godmother to the Motion Picture Code. Now they use nudity and talking dirty to take the place of a good story. I didn't have to take off my clothes. Men imagined what was under them.

A man's imagination is a woman's best friend.
Do you know what question I'm asked most? About the mirrors on my bedroom ceiling. I say, "I like to see how I'm doin'." You can go look at my bedroom.

[As in the living room, everything in the bedroom was white. The perfectly made bed was covered with a white satin spread.]

Did you like what you saw?

I did. It's one of the most famous bedrooms in the world.
The most famous. What did you think of my bed?

I thought what an interview it might give!
I wish I could've shown you my beach house. But I sold it. I never lost any money in art or real estate. Money is sexy for men, but people don't find it feminine for a woman to talk about it. So, you don't have to talk about it, just have it. The real security is yourself.

Do you think money buys happiness?
No, but money is a great love potion for an affair. It buys a good bed with clean linens and time to enjoy it all. If you have money, you don't have to worry about it, and worrying spoils your looks.

What are you calling your book?

Do you have a suggestion?
[After thinking for a moment] You could call the book "Mae West and others". That's "others" with a small "o", and I want to be first. Being first is important in life.

For you, what's the most important thing in life?
My career is everything. Always was. I never changed. Inside, I feel like the same little girl I was. But it was the way I grew up outside that men liked.

What do you think men like in a woman besides physical beauty?
That's what men care about, except in their wives. Men admire devotion in their wives, beauty in other women.

It seems to me that for the world a woman is the way she looks, and a man is what he does.
A man should take as good care of his body as a woman does. I liked physically strong men who could fight over me. I didn't incite them. They just did it. What have you got there?

A camera. I was hoping ...
I don't have my picture taken with other women. I never like to see myself in a picture, except surrounded by men. You should always keep the best picture of yourself in your own head. If you don't think you're wonderful, why should anyone else? I don't usually go on talking so much. You know, honey, I see something men must like about you: You're a brilliant listener!

It's easy. I've had a wonderful time.
Do you know my idea of a wonderful time? Sex and chop suey.

Together?
No. The chop suey tastes better after. Chop suey, sex, and my career. My work was the most fun. Sex was second best. You've gotta conserve your sex energy in order to do your work. The sex drive is behind everything creative we do. The stronger the sex drive, the stronger the desire to create. People who want one thing more want everything more. But there are moments to slow down. I don't like a man that's in a hurry. "I like a guy what takes his time."

[I gather up my things to leave.]

Don't forget your baby oil. But remember what I told you: It's gotta be warm, and you've gotta have a man put it on - all over.

[Just as I was leaving, she called me back.]

Honey, there's something I want to tell you before you go. You know, my diamonds I told you all those men gave me? I wanted you to know - I bought some of them myself.

From The Ultimate Seduction by Charlotte Chandler (Doubleday, 1984). Copyright Charlotte Chandler.

Uma personagem no mínimo incrível.

Algumas quotes suas:
"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Sex is like bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."
"My left leg is Christmas and my right leg is New Year's. Why don't you visit me between the holidays?"

Delicioso.

Para saber mais sobre esta personagem ligue: 808 08 80 08 ou consulte a internet.

Kali .be

Nada fácil. Nada fácil mesmo encontrar casa nesta cidade. Ou pelo menos com o meu orçamento. Não é que não haja opções. Opções há, o poblema é quando temos que escolher entre ficar no "cu de Judas" da periferia ou não comer o resto do mês!
"Déjà louer." Fácil de aprender de tantas vezes que ouvimos. E quando não é "Déjà louer." é "Oui, mais sans charges." e pronto, estaca zero de novo.
Ainda cheguei a ir ver uma. Três bons quartos,óptima sala, internet e até bem decorado uma vez que o dono era um marroquino que vendia objectos de decoração aos domingos de manhã na "Gare du Midi" (mercado imperdível). Tudo óptimo, um quarto para mim, os outros dois para as duas italianas. Estamos quase para assinar o contracto quando a impressora avaria. Enquanto se espera conversa-se e chega-se à conclusão que só dois dos quartos são para alugar, o outro é para ele. "Sim, vamos viver todos em família, fazer jantaradas com a minha família e ao domingo de manhã jogging no parque. A zona? A zona é tranquila e as raparigas não costumam ter problemas... desde que se vistam... aceitavelmente..."
Tantas vezes maldisse a nossa dependência da tecnologia e nunca na vida fiquei tão contente por ela me falhar. Expressões como "dar à sola", "pernas para que te quero" e "calcanhares na testa" descrevem na perfeição os momentos seguintes desta cena.
E... De volta para o Hostel!

act like a local .be

*Eat and drink a lot. Brusseleirs are called "kieefretters" (chicken eaters) because, according to legend, we preferred eating instead of fighting during the Middle Ages.

*Drink Lambic beer. It gets a unique sour taste from bacteria that only exist in and around Brussels in the valley of the river Zenne. Alright, you don't see it, but this river actually runs under Brussels. We covered it in th 19th century because it was an open sewer. Good bacteria, though.

*Brussels is ugly, and we love it. And if we don't love it, we live with it. So don't be surprised that we built an appartment block next to an Art Noveau jewel, or a pseudo-classical monster in front of the Central Station.

*Don't take pictures on the Grote Markt. The Unesco says it's World Heritage, we say there's too many tourists.

*On Sunday, Brusseleirs go on a trip in their own city, to the markets and exotic neighbourhoods where they forget about the rain. Only tourists hang around in the centre.

*Learn the difference. A real Brussels waffle is square, and a Liégeois is round. You put sugar on top of a Brussels one, and nothing in a Liégeois (the sugar is baked into it). And if you really want to look a tourist, order extra chocolate or strawberry.

*Be as weird as you want. Brussels has always been a temporary home for those who were too strange or too smart fot other cities: Erasmus, Marx, Multatuli, Hugo, Baudelaire and Einstein.



(num folheto publicitário do hostel)

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Avião: estudantes e turistas. Calculo que a data assim o tenha ditado. Penso que nas próximas vezes os fatos escuros predominarão. Depois no comboio, eu e uma pequena banda americana em tour acabada de vir dos EAU - borga! Ao chegar à estação o caos. Esqueci-me de apontar a direcção do hostel e não vejo um único ciber-café (?). O senhor das informações não fala inglês (?) e esqueceu-se dos óculos por isso não me pode ajudar. Pega-se no telemovel e tudo de resolve. Objectivo: Van Gogh's Youth Hostel na Rue de Traveserie. Possibilidades: bus 61 ou trams 92 ou 94. Apesar da dificuldade em nos compreender-mos (o meu francês está definitivamente em ressaca) as pessoas são do mais agradavel.

O Hostel é do melhor. Pelo menos comparando com o de Bratislava... Sala de convívio, cantina, jardim interior, tudo! No meu quarto 3 americanas que estarão a estudar em Inglaterra nos próximos 6 meses e aos fins de semana aproveitam para conhecer a Europa. "What I like most are the churches. Soooo beautiful! Ours are... Ours are like... buildings!" lol. Três canadianas, uma de férias por 3 meses na Europa, outra em ano sabático antes de entrar para a faculdade. Vai viajar por toda a Europa, Marrocos e Turquia. A terceira aterrou em Portugal há uns meses e desde aí já foi até há Roménia à boleia e agora está a fazer a viagem de regresso outra vez até Portugal. Quando chegar regressa à vela até ao Canadá. Acho que a pergunta em ordem é: No Canadá a chuva dá dinheiro?!?!?! Bom, inacreditavel! As outras 3 camas estvam ocupadas por 2 sul-coreanas (acho que aqui a palavra "sul" era escusado mas resolvi ser precisa) que não comunicavam e uma espanhola com quem a comunicação foi pura perda de tempo.

Conheci também duas italianas. Uma delas é com quem viverei durante o próximo ano!

Os onze bastardos

You Are 89% Tortured Genius

You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood. Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.

Are You a Tortured Genius?