revelation is the story of a guy living in a box, until one day the box open free. and here’s the revelation! revelation is an awesome photography project initiated by jay van dam.
“woke up this morning, closed in on all sides, nothing doing, i feel resistance as i open my eyes someone’s foolin’. i’ve found a way to break through this cellophane line. cos i know what’s going on, in my own mind. am living in a box, am living in a cardboard box?” – living in a box 1987
living in a box were a british pop trio from the ‘80s. the members were richard darbyshire (vocals and guitar), marcus vere (synths) and anthony critchlow (drums).
play more, is a notebook that enacourage people to play at their work. every single paper page has his own ball print. designed by trapped in suburbia – a multi-disciplinary agency from hague (netherlands) that works in the field of identity design, publication design, event design, exhibition design, campaign design.
they create conceptually and strategically strong projects with clear, clever designs and solutions. they like to work on total concepts, for example to create not only the logo but also the name of the ‘product’, the image, the message, the strategy. this results in a strong graphic design.
take a look at this great short film animation by korean independent animation team (moohyun jang| jungwoo choo| woosuk jang) mesai. some concept sketches can be found at mesai’s website.
fight club is more than a movie and more than a book – it’s a cult, a philosophy that (maybe) will open your eyes and make you (almost) smart, capable, and, most importantly, free…
remenber: “we are defined by the choices we make”
to do list: “we have to stop living a boring, robotic life where everything is a copy of a copy of a copy… we have to wake the fuck up and understand that life is not what they’re telling us. society is feeding us a lie – and that lie has to stop, today… now. there’s no more time for bullshit, no more time and no more tolerance for mind washing. we want the truth, we want freedom – not slavery…”
so, if:
1. you’re not your job.
2. you’re not how much money you have in the bank.
3. you’re not the car you drive.
4. you’re not the contents of your wallet.
5. you’re not your fucking khakis.
6. you are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
welcome to fight club!
“everything is a copy, of a copy of a copy”
music: kataklysm
photo gallery
format: youtube
______________________________________________________ *”how much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?
“stii de ce e dezordine in lume? pentru ca nu e ordine in dumneata. (…) nimeni nu e in ordine. ma uit la toti in jurul meu si vad ca pierd si ordinea in care au fost. si totusi: fiecare poarta asupra sa ordinea lumii; daca tu faci ce trebuie, pui in ordine si restul…” marturisiri ale lui constantin noica.
click here to watch the movie. “home” a film by yann arthus bertrand, official website
” i think i could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d| i stand and look at them long and long.| they do not sweat and whine about their condition,| they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,| they do not make me sick discussing their duty to god,| not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,| not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago| not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.”—walt whitman| leaves of grass
porn+champagne+chaos+french ironie+glam metal outiftsparody+hard rock’n roll=omaha bitch. i just love it.
band members
matthieu “matrastablancdabassdriver systembaby” gibson
benjamin “rouflaquettesqueeralternativescreammagnolia” marchal
faustin “vibroimpalerwarriorofdeath” claverie
antoine “masterbloodwarhammermetalslugtonio” audagiori
alban “evilglamgrooverofhellandheaven” penicaut
omaha bitch influences
_______________________________________
*do you remember the last time you dance a slow?
the turnis a new interactive website by the multi-media artist & singer fred viola. hexagon and circle shaped videos are turnable. for example, if you want to watch something that’s in an upper panel, click on that panel and it will be turned so you can watch it right side up. this site was developed in collaboration with the aer studios. the turn.tv, has won a prestigious laus award in the category of interactive. aside from winning the grand laus, which is the highest award of the whole “interactive” category, the site also won silver in “corporate websites” and gold in “interactive innovation.”
the imagery was inspired by the arrival of summer. “ there’s a smell of heated wood from the forest and all the trees are in bloom” . (…) i enjoy working with professional and mass-market equipment. most important is to keep things always very simple, says viola
“when we are no longer children, we are already dead” - constantin brancusi so, happy bday, sweet child!
jan von holleben’s photographs make nostalgic dreams like crossing the desert on the back of a dog… come true
inspired by classic childhood books as well as modern superheroes, jan produces ‘dreams of flying’ since 2002 with children from his local neighbourhood in south west germany.
“i want to question and challenge traditional views on childhood and how a child defines its own being. i want to show a possibility of documenting childhood in a child friendly and respectable way in opposition to popular visual representation of childhood which is mainly directed by adults…
(…) i also want to introduce a very playful attitude to photography” – jan von holleben.
jan has won a number of photography awards in the uk including an observer hodge photographic award, a lucie award in n.y and so on…
________________________
* children’s day is celebrated on 1 june each year. it is usually marked with speeches on children’s rights and wellbeing, parties, various actions involving or dedicated to children etc.
una dintre secventele-rapel ale “nostalghiei” regizate de tarkovski
acum cateva zile, a murit fratele cel mare al tatei.“s-a mutat intr-o stea”, ar fi spus cu seninatate paler. un destin curmat tragic, la 59 de ani, in urma unui teribil accident de masina. a murit pe loc, “zdrobit pe carosabil de un microbuz, in plina noapte!”, avea sa relateze presa.
o formulare stereotipa, si unul dintre cele mai banale si, din pacate, foarte frecvente moduri, de a deschide o editie de stiri. o reteta de succes perversa, insa sa fim bine intelesi, nu este apanajul exclusiv al peisajului mediactic romanesc. o intalnim si-n occident, doar ca la noi atinge cote paroxice, fiind ingurgitata cu o voluptate bolnavicioasa de multi dintre noi. un refren strident, ce-ti urla zilnic in urechi: dimineata cand incerci sa-si turezi motoarele, cu o cana de cafea in mana, cu alta butonand buimac telecomada televizorului, avid dupa informatie ori seara, cand vrei sa te realaxezi. incetul cu incetul, incepi sa te inveti cu formula : “totul s-a intamplat in…” ori “tragedia s-a petrecut…” apoi, cu timpul intervine anumita acomodare si cu verbele tari: IZBIT, ZDROBIT, SFASIAT, SFARTECAT, SPULBERAT, desprinse parca, din vocabularul macelarului.
dar ce mai conteaza, ca jurnalele de stiri ale televiziunilor au devenit spectacole ale groazei, prin atentia acordata cu precadere infractiunilor violente si accidentelor rutiere; ca perversiunea, promiscuitatea, cinismul, crima sunt prezente zilnic, fie ca este vorba despre programele de stiri ori de divertisment, si tin loc de politica editoriala? s-au scris studii si articole pe marginea acestui subiect, s-au semnat petitii si s-au dat amenzi intr-o tardiva tentativa de recuperare a normalitatii.chiar si asa, dincolo de toate luarile de pozitie, mai mult sau mai putin formale, dincolo de comentarile docte ale specialistilor din media, sociologie si pshilogie, situatia a ramas la fel de grava: zilnic esti condamnat sa inghiti doza de otrava, cu care, intr-un final ajungi sa te obisnuiesti. sordidul s-a transformat intr-o conduita socialmente acceptabila, un rau cu care se poate trai, care macera sanatatea sufleteasca, mintala si sociala. consecinte sunt devastatoare, si cu atat mai grave cu cat, este vorba de un rau cumulativ.
in iuresul halucinant al existentei noastre, nimic nu dispare. totul ramane sedimnetat in noi. cele mai insignifiante gesturi, cele mai banale sau terifiante experiente, fiecare cuvant rosit ori nerostit, orice gand pasager, fiecare suspin ori zambet, fiecare atingere-i ca tatuata, fiecare privire-i (re)privita, fiecare tremur al pleoapelor iti vibreaza-n suflet, toate se astern in launtru, si stau acolo pitite, departe de vazul lumii, ca niste copii sfiosi, ascunsi in fusta mamei.
admit cu toata onestitatea de care ma simt capabila, ca adesea, ma las antrenata in jocul murdar practicat de televiziuni, si particip in mod constient la regresul afectiv, moral, intellectual, contemplandu-mi pasiv caderea. asa s-a intamplat si in dimineata sfintilor constantin si elena, cand, in slalomul facut in viteza, printre canalele de stiri, atentia mi-a fost captata de tipetele exasperante ale unor tiganci isterizate. primul reflex, a fost sa schimb canalul, oripilata de tambalau. n-am facut-o. sa fie nevoia de senzational, nevoia unui anume drog? m-am acomodat intr-atat de bine cu galagia si gargara mediatica? mi-am spus: ah, iar s-au incaierat niste interlopi buhaiti si lombrozieni, si-au luat sub asediu vreo mahala din bucuresti ori din craiova! de fapt, era un teribil accident de masina, undeva langa lugoj, cu o victima ramasa neindentificata. n-am avut nicio reactie sau cel putin, nu-mi amintesc sa ma fi emotionat in vreun fel, nu m-am simtit jenata nici de lipsa vreunei reactii, si-am schimbat canalul. peste cateva ore, am primit un telefon de la politie. de-acum, victima avea un nume, o mama, o familie, prieteni, trecut, destin.
in lipsa unor detalii concludente, s-au lansat o serie de ipoteze, care au fost inventariate de nenumarate ori, fara ca vreuna din ele sa reprezinte un raspuns definitiv ori macar satisfacator. in acelasi timp, ne gandeam la timpul pierdut sau petrecut impreuna, ori pur si simplu netrait, la satisfactii si dezamagiri. nu-mi amintesc de cate ori a sunat telefonul ori de cate ori, am sunat eu. printre numeroasele apeluri facute, unul dintre ele a fost catre numarul 112. aveam nevoie de numarul de telefon al politiei rutiere din lugoj.
intamplarea a facut ca, tot in aceea perioada sa am calculatorul stricat. nu aveam acces la internet, eram macinati de incertitudini, trebuia sa ne punem creierasul in ordine. asa ca, am luat telefonul si-am format 112. mi-a raspuns o voce vadit contrariata de solicitarea mea. “da’ de ce?”. i-am explicat intreaga situatie. intr-un final, pastrandu-si acelasi aer circumspect, mi-a spus ca-mi face legatura cu politia. a urmat apoi o intrebare halucinanta, la auzul careia am crezut ca-mi expandeaza creierul. “bine, va fac legatura. da’ in ce judet e lugojul?”, intreba “senina” dispecera.
i-am pasat telefonul mamei. in sfarsit ni se face legatura. la celalat capat al firului, raspunde o voce calda: buna ziua! urgentele. cu ce va putem ajuta? i-am explicat confuzia creata, si-am inchis. pentru noi, era prea tarziu pentru “urgenta”. nu-i nimic, se mai intampla, sa gresim, mi-am spus. am resunat la 112, si i-am spus, politicos despre eroarea intervenita. stupoare! dispecera, inovca nu stiu ce amendament, mai mult considera ca oricum, ne-a facut un serviciu, de care noi, n-am profitat, si ne-a inchis telefonul.
acum, stau si ma intreb: ce se intampla in cazul concret, in care, o presoana, victima a unui accident sau aflata intr-o situatie limita, panicata, confuza, suna la numarul salvator, si are bafta sa nimereasca peste o duduita d’asta, pusa acolo sa evalueze situatia, sa te mentina pe linia de plutire, pana furnizezi toate informatiile, pe care ea sa e prelucreze si apoi sa iti trimita “cavaleria” sa te salveze, iar ea se isterizeaza ori sta prost cu geografia?
astazi, din curiozitate m-am uitat de site-ul servicului 112. am dat si de un slogan blodit, si frumos colorat, prin care ni se asigura: respect si preocupare fata de problemele cetateanului!
apoi: „personalul centrelor de preluare a apelurilor de urgenta 112 este compus din profesionisti care raspund la apelurile de urgenta 24 din 24 de ore. ei sunt instruiti pentru a asista apelantii in cazuri de urgenta si a-i ajuta in cel mai scurt timp posibil.”
„sistemul 112 vizeaza asigurarea protectiei cetatenilor si a unui grad inalt de asistenta indiferent de locul in care se afla acestia”.
astazi, tatal meu si-a inmormantat fratele, departe locul unde copilarise, departe de lacrimile si tanguirea mamei, mult prea batrana, pentru a parcurge sutele de kilometrii ce-i desparte. le-a a ramas doar amintirea, si nostalgia (nostalgie vine de la nostos = intoarcere acasa si algos = durere). si, ca tot am adus aminte de nostalgie. poate ca nu stiati, zilele trecute, s-a stins si marele oleg iankovski, protagonistul filmului “nostalghia” regizat detarkovski. un film ce vorbeste despre nostalgia paradisului pierdut (cel individual, sau, in cheie parabolica, cel al intregii umanitati).
“mi-au placut intotdeauna oamenii care nu se pot adapta la viata in mod pragmatic. in filmele mele – marturisea tarkovski – nu exista eroi. protagonistul nostalghiei este imaginea mea in oglinda. niciodata nu mai facusem un film care sa-mi oglindeasca starea de spirit cu atata violenta si sa imi elibereze lumea interioara cu atata profunzime. am dorit sa zugravesc un om profund instrainat de lume si de el insusi, un om ce nu poate gasi echilibrul intre realitate si armonia idealului spre care se indreapta. nostalgia sa este provocata nu doar de faptul ca traieste departe de tara, ci mai cu seama de aspiratiile sale pentru o existenta deplina.” l-am regasit pe unchiul meu in acesta descriere, si intr-o mica sau mare masura, ma regasesc pe mine insami.
awesome! astounding! incredible! fabulous! stunning! sensational! unreal! stupendous! breath taking! heart stopping! wow! and so on. moments i shall never forget! i wish i was there! arguably it was the greatest match for a long while. the phenomenal from both sides. defenetly it was the match of the year and also more than an unbelievable demonstration of tennis. “the more matches that i play against him, the more chances i have to prove something more to myself and to everybody else,” said djokovic. the world no. 1, nadal wins in madrid, but somebody’s gotta do it, right? nadal saved three match points before defeating third-seed djokovic (the best serbian tennis player) 3-6 7-6 7-6 in an epic four-hour a titanic battle to reach the madrid open final. djokovic is my favorite tennis players. i admire his tenacity and determination!
prima senzatie traita privind cele doua clipuri a fost accea ca am nimerit intr-un vis. ceea ce pentru mine e vis, constienta fiind de spatiul in care ma aflu, pentru personaje reprezinta realitatea. personajul se perinda liber, derobat de rigorile vietii diurne, de inhibitiile si relefexele cotidiene, intr-un spatiu al posibilului, cand, brusc, se schimba regulile jocului. realitatea a carui produs este devine ostila, nu-i mai valideaza existenta, iar eu, sunt acolo, sa-i legitimez actiunile.
n-am superstitii, nu cred in zodii si talmacirea viselor, si in dimensiunile aparent importante atribuite lor. cred in dumnezeu, in oameni, in iubire, in implinirea viselor, si asta pare, la o prima vedere un exces de romantism. traiesc asumandu-mi prezentul, fara sa fac abstractie de realitatea interioara. interpretez, filtrez, reactionez la ce vad si la ce se intampla in povestea mea.
revenind la vise: pe de–o parte, este greu de explicat mecanismul care declaseaza visele. s-au enuntat pana acum niste ipoteze, suficiente pentru a umple cateva rafturi de bibiloteca, dar nu exista, inca nicio ceritudine. interpretarea lor, e o preocupare ridicata acum la rang de standard, insa caruia consider ca ar trebui sa-i acordam o incredere relativa.
da, stiu: visele pot reprezenta adevarate cai de explorare a subconstientului, dorintelor si temerilor ascunse, s.a.m.d. insa, ceea ce apare sub umbrela larga numita “talmacirea viselor”, ramane doar e un concept frumos ambalat, validat de armata lu’ “despica firu’-n patru”, care cu un soi de certitudine suspecta, rezuma si simplifica conceptele fundamentale ale teoriei psihanalitice a viselor concepute de freud, sfortandu-se sa-mi traduca intreaga alchimei de perceptii, de imagini, de sentimente si de ganduri care se desfasoara in timpul visului, si apoi, sa-mi aplice un diagnostic general, aratandu-mi perspective mereu noi asupra simbolurilor aparute in vis, care chipurile se vor rasfrange in plan personal.
i-auzi! nu, merci! cine v-a bagat prostiile astea in cap? lasati-ma cu maieutica asta diluata, in spatele careia se ascund verdicte, solutii, stampile circumstantiale ori etichetari reductioniste. nu ma intereseaza nici cazuistica. stau bine si la capitolul activitatea imaginativa: sunt la zi cu povestile si basmele apartinand fondului ancestral universal. mai mult, consider ca visez suficient de mult cu ochii deschisi. asadar, nu-mi trebuie furajat fondul imagistic cu scenarii create prin asocieri si corespondete hilare ce populeaza “dictionarele de vise”.
pe de alta parte, la randu-mi am fost adesea tulburata profound de admosfera unui vis. fara sa retin intreaga inaltuire de evenimente sau diferite amanunte, senzatia traita la trezire s-a pastrat ore, chiar zile. deci, nu visul, ci senzatia de apasare pe care acesta ti-o provoca, te intriga. acelei amprente pozitive sau negative atribuita starii sufletesti, asociata binenteles visului, incercam sa-i cautam o logica, atunci cand apelam la ajutorul interpretului de vise. (lectura caruia nu este, desigur, lipsita de delicii). bunaoara, daca va treziti ravasiti dupa o noapte plina de vise tulburi, si acum, stati nauc cu capu’-n palme, bantuit de presentimente ciudate, da-ti o fuga la “dictionarul de vise”, o sa va binedispuneti imediat.
anything to make you smile. a music video for sansula by dominik eulberg, directed by dirk rauscher. they projected animations in a forrest and then filmed them, the details shots of the flowers where done in a stop motion technique with a dsrl camera (canon eos350d with a macrolens) scintillation was made by xavier chassaing, a film director from paris. xavier used a combination of stop motion (35,000 photographs) and live projection mapping of 3d animation.
la multi ani, mama! iti multumesc pentru ca m-ai invatat optimismul, mi-ai educat sensibilitatea, m-ai invatat omenia si mi-ai cultivat naravurile cu multa discretie si gingasie.
tomorrow, orthodox christians believers around the world celebrated easter (the most important day in the orthodox calendar)- a day for quiet reflection. candles which illuminated church arrived from jrusalem, where the fire – the light of christ – appear miraculously each year on the eve of ester celebrations. the darkness, symbolizing death, is pierced, destroyed by hundreds of lighted candles, and by the exuberant chanting of “christ is risen from the dead! by his death he conquered death, and to those in the tombs he has bestowed life!”
the light is a symbol that literally connects over 200 million othodox believers worldwide. in romania easter sunday is a joyous occasion for all orthodox believers when they give each other hand painted eggs. 40 days from now on christians will continue to greet one another with the words: “christ is risen! truly, he is risen!”
tomorrow, orthodox christians believers around the world celebrated easter (the most important day in the orthodox calendar)- a day for quiet reflection. candles which illuminated church arrived from jrusalem, where the fire – the light of christ – appear miraculously each year on the eve of ester celebrations. the darkness, symbolizing death, is pierced, destroyed by hundreds of lighted candles, and by the exuberant chanting of “christ is risen from the dead! by his death he conquered death, and to those in the tombs he has bestowed life!”
the light is a symbol that literally connects over 200 million othodox believers worldwide. in romania easter sunday is a joyous occasion for all orthodox believers when they give each other hand painted eggs. 40 days from now on christians will continue to greet one another with the words: “christ is risen! truly, he is risen!” 
photo by bogdan cristel
Recent Comments