Marques, vitrines et marionettes :)

How do you recognize Romanians in Paris?

It's easy. They have the most horrifying, horri-fucking-ible haircuts!

My song for making love...

Well... every girl has that special song she would like one day to make love on... I discovered it when I was in high-school. Oh no, no folks it's not a rap song as you might expect, on the contrary it's a suave, pure, very but very slow soundtrack I first listened while watching Great Expectations, the movie. Unfortunately, the marvelous video clip is no longer available due to copyright regulations... so just ignore the images...

Cocalar@Social Club

Baiatul din Cada si Social Club



Mda... deci am castigat invitatii la Social Club, am luat-o pe Poste de o aripa si ne-am dus. Normal ca am castigat... trebuia doar sa scriu o poveste simpatica sa-i conving ca merit invitatia si talentele de copy nu m-au parasit nici chiar in franceza. Deci ne-am spalat, ne-am spilcuit si am pornit catinel catre The Place... locul acela cool din Paris... asta dupa ce am savurat La Clique un spectacol complet si extraordinar care s-a incheiat fulminant cu un baiat prezentabil, pe jumatate gol, intr-o cada. In fine... o clatita cu jambon mai tarziu am aterizat in Social. Am intrat pe la vip-uri caci eram pe "lista". Atmosfera okei, oameni cool, mai brit-pop asa... minunat, ceva fin. Nu trec mai mult de 10 minute si langa noi se pune un grup de 3 persoane... niste fetze tipice... cocalari de Romania. Refuz sa cred una ca asta pana cand domnul cu pantofi cu ciucurei incepe sa danseze din buric, miscand lasciv salele: "Hai frumoasele lu tata!" Omul se eclata de-a dreptul pe ritmuri manelistice ce rasunau doar in mintea lui. Pe scaun ramasese o romanca obosita cu botine albe de lac. La un moment dat, omul nostru se plictiseste... ritmurile, vibe-ul nu se potriveau deloc cu miscarile sale: "Ce club nashpa! Si am mai dat si o carutza de bani la intrare!" Mda, o remarca pe masura. Intrebarea mea ramane aceeasi: cum ajunsese "Viorel/Marcel/Costel" acolo? deci cum?

The Concert of pure emotions...

Tonight I went out on the Champs-Elysees to see the latest Radu Mihaileanu's movie: The Concert. I laughed, I cried, I wondered, I was angry and full of empathy, all at the same time. It's a twist of pure emotions I've experienced all along the movie. And although the plot is relatively simple and the story is predictable, the dialogues are savory and the characters so authentic that I miss my country, I feel it run into my veins and strongly beating in my heart. It's a movie of characters, of types and archetypes, of the eternal human nature that unleashes itself when it has the chance and proves once more that each and every individual can be a great human being in the right context. And what really made me cry is that this magic movie raised in me a feeling I have long forgotten, a feeling of childhood and of those times when I was sure that everything I saw on TV, I could do too, even better. I was a gimnast, a rock star, a super hero, all during the same day. Today, I was a musician, but most of all, I was a director, a great one! Congrats to Radu Mihaileanu!

Faut voir....

Graffiti Taxonomy a la fondation Cartier, Blvd Raspail :)
Super expozitie de arta moderna, graffiti in State din anii'60 pana azi. Expozitie interactiva. Tu peux tagguer, toi-meme!
Super 3D!
Pour conclure: c'est cool, koi!:)
http://fondation.cartier.com/
btw
graffiti taxonomy: graffiti Taxonomy presents isolated letters from various graffiti tags, reproduced in similar scales and at close proximity. The intent of these studies is to show the diversity of styles as expressed in a single character.