An exquisite video tour into Lino Ieluzzi’s store – Al Bazar.

Tim Banks introduces the Milanese Fashion Icon, with an appearance from Gianpaolo Alliata.

(A true Gentleman’s feeling)

I was very near to heaven during those languid days at Brideshead

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6ouafJ0xLY&feature=related

There is also a movie from 2008 which is worth investigating

This funk compilation is fuckin’ brilliant

http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=2dd185a1eda374af8ef1259ff1b60e81a2f8c0e332642757f88875faa4c6c51e

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge.

This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination.

That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, the Twilight Zone!

Colin Firth at his finest

A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh.

I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade.
I have lived my life on these moments.

They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.

Exercitand asupra ei cea mai crunta tiranie, m-am desfatat intr-un cinism impropriu.

Numai un nebun se supara pe oglinda ce-l infatiseaza.

Stapanirea voluptatii amoroase m-a magulit facandu-ma indiferent.
Maine voi sti sa inventez o alta idila.

Violenta la care o voi supune ma face sa o dispretuiesc mai mult.

Contemplu aceasta fiinta, fara nici un artificiu, stiind ca desfatarea mea dobandise virtuti medicale.

Knut Hamsun - Hunger, detailed

APAFTEGMA

Oricat de mult te-ai schimba
De maciuca nu poti scapa.

El o scoase gentil din pantaloni cu un accent frantuzesc, aratand spre femeia de alaturi.
Prietenul cel mic scos la iveala dadu din cap, cazand pe ganduri.

Femeia zambi.

Iar el… spuse: Imi pare rau… prietenul meu este pretentios.

Dar poti sa il gusti.
Sau… ai mancat azi? intreba el melancolic inchizandu-si prohapul.

Them Crooked Vultures (2009) by Them Crooked Vultures

In the temple (I was an offering)
Of the heartless (there was an offering)
I was humbled (I was an offering)
& reborn…
into a god.

Darling,
a sensitive soul is just,
a tyrant who enslaves,
all those around him,
to make certain he
is hurt, always

I don’t need a reason baby,
put your arms around me.
Hold me real close,
CLAP ME IN IRONS,
C’mon Caligulove me,
C’mon Caligulove me.

You can hear it (as an offering)
If you’re a good girl (as an offering)
A righteous choir is singing (as an offering…)
No, screaming,
as they burn.

Darling, there are no taboos
in lust.
My veins coarse blood that’s so
venomous.
WHEN HEARTLESS HEARS A HEARTBEAT…
he’s jealous, so jealous.

I don’t need a reason baby,
put your arms around me.
Hold me real close,
clap me in irons,
c’mon Caligulove me.

I already gotcha baby,
put yourself upon me.
I’m in lust,
a slave to desire,
when you Caligulove me.
C’mon on,
love me.
Hold me real close….
love me.
I need your Caligulove girl.
Caligulove.

http://www.filestube.com/72217e6865bba3af03e9/go.html

Nu port vârsta la mine
Ca să nu stârnesc depărtare sau apropiere
Faţă de tine,
Faţă de calendarul tău,
Ca nu cumva să nimeresc
În anotimpul tău cu altul diferit,
Ca să nu mă acuzi de toamnă împotriva primăverii…

Nu port visele la mine
Ca să nu stârnesc depărtare sau apropiere
Faţă de tine,
Faţă de cuibul tău dintre cer şi pământ,
Ca nu cumva să nimeresc
În zarea ta cu alta diferită
Ca să nu mă acuzi de pasăre împotriva zborului…

Nu mă port la mine
Ca să nu stârnesc depărtare sau apropiere
Faţă de tine,
Faţă de părerea ta despre tine,
Ca nu cumva să nimeresc
În rostul tău cu altul diferit,
Ca să nu mă acuzi de tu împotriva ta…

http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/72600/Ah!_Sunt_ancorat_în_adieri_mărunte!

Il Ferroviere di Pietro Germi

Pietro Germi este Unic in cinematografia italiana

Este preferatul meu regizor italian (si asta spune multe), si nu are cum altfel, dupa Divorzio all’italiana (1961), Sedotta e abandonata (1964) si Signore e Signori (1966), sau chiar Gelosia (1953).

Urmeaza: Il Brigante Di Tacca Del Lupo (1952)

UVA !

Ce are deosebit acest film noir? (pe langa cele vazute recent -Whirlpool (1949), Where The Sidewalk Ends (1950), Murder My Sweet (1944) )

Flitul non-stop adresat pretioaselor ridicole de 2 lei. Este o dovada de personalitate, tarie de caracter si filosofie de viata

Si filmul nu e rau deloc.

Albumul din 1968 al celor de la Box Tops este o bijuterie. Melodia urmatoare o consider esentiala si sublima in toata profunzimea lui. Multumesc telepatic domnului Mark Lamarr pentru introducerea acestui album minunat. De asemenea o versiunea foarte buna a melodiei “You Keep Me Hanging On” se afla pe album

The Box Tops – Weeping Analeah

Yesterday the sun was shining but you’re finding the sun
Don’t shine all the time
A winter day suddenly came your way
And you ran into your mind

Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah
Do you say you’re ready for me?

Oh, and yesterday is gone forever and ever, never
To be again
You looked for the sunshine, that brought warmth to your mind
But find only rain

Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah
No, you’re not ready for me

But when yesterday becomes a memory, a memory
That we uncovered in time
If you still remember that cold September
I reigned in your mind, yeah

Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah
Then you’d be ready for me

Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah
Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah
Sleeping Analeah, weeping Analeah

nu ştiu să las distanţa cuvenită
între trecut şi viitor
mă plimb subţire pe muchia prietenoasă
a prăpastiei dintre a renunţa la orice şi a accepta totul
fericirea mă va da în vileag şi bine că întârzie
fantomele singurătăţii mă caută printre cunoscuţi
nopţi la rând au pus capăt zilelor
scântei uitate în priviri incendiau suflete pe ruguri de carne
reliefuri palide, arme bărbătoase, priviri feminine
o luptă prea mică pentru o victorie atât de râvnită
împotriva timpului şi a uitării
mă sprijin de tot ce-i viu
doar eu mai pot fugi de mine

http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/1840109/aroma_privirilor_în_gol

… but because the reality of the world resists us… because our actions seem like a dream of indefinite progress.

He hates when reality clashes with his dream. As if he blames you for being the malicious messenger of the opaque reality that we cannot predict.

Si atat