Hoje acordei Aqui

©MariaDeMorais
A questão, what is you idea of perfect happiness ?

Não tenho resposta imediata e se calhar nunca terei. Tenho medo do que é perfeito. Viver é movimento, e parece-me que a única perfeição que conheço é a morte.
Mas hoje ao abrir os olhos, gostei do que vi. E soube me bem. Soube me bem acordar em St Tropez. Olhar para o mar, transparente. E não pensar em nada, nada. Não pensar naquilo que nos tormenta, no que é doloroso. Não pensar naqueles que desejamos e estão ausentes. Não pensar. E beber com meus olhos tudo , tudo até ao horizonte e deixar-me estar, vencida pela cor azul turquesa e acariciada pelo sol. E nada mais.

Perfect happiness é isto, momentos lindos mas fugazes a pontuarem de cor diferente, a minha vida .





St Tropez, Pink Floyd

Be a Lady not a Tramp

©Olivier Zahm

“Every women should have four pets in her life. A mink in her closet, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass who pays for everything,” Opening quote of Classy 's Derke Blasberg book

Have you ever heard of Derek Blasberg? Never mind me neither, I just came across his book. He's just another fashion journalist.
And as a fashion journalist we all know one of the perks of that job is to travel. To travel all over the fashion world, it means Paris, London, Milano, Tokyo New York etc etc . It also means hours waiting in the airport lounges. Hours to spend either reading a good book, which apparently he forgot several times, or reading the trash of any tabloid magazines, most supplement of the well known newspapers… Which he did most of the times.
And perusing through the page-turning salaciousness during long distance flights, he couldn't help but wonder what sort of female role model the media is putting on a pedestal.
More than once , he says, he has been sat next to a so-called well-mannered actress at a gala dinner who didn't know which were her bread plate and water glass and when to put her napkin in her lap and what was appropriate dinner conversation.
That made him just think of…there are far more tramps in this world than ladies!

And as for many the idea of a handwritten thank you note never arises, he thought that we have to give today's youthful generation some inspiration, some semblance of elegance and chic in a world of scandalous tabloids and celebrity worship websites. We have to remind them of what it means to RSVP, and how meaningful it can be to send a thank you note.
Classy, wishes to answer, in an humourous way how today's young women can differentiate between a lady and a tramp in their own behaviours. From fashion to dinner etiquette to vices to expanding horizons.
I like to think I've got a helpful book, says Derek Blasberg.
I hope Derek is right even if I think we would need more than one book...otherwise, why bother? tramps will always be tramps !

Paris 8, le parfum des pétales écrasées...

Ma Vie Parisienne est Formidable

Paris 8, Cannes! Parce que rêver est vital !

La Nuit et le Palais Royal

©MariaDeMorais

SunDay MoRninG

Tilda Swinton , unique

Tilda Swinton , unique

Known throughout Britain for her idiosyncratic performances and long-time association with the late filmmaker Derek Jarman, Tilda Swinton is nothing if not one of the more unique actresses to come along during the second half of the 20th century. Born in London on November 5, 1961, Swinton attended Cambridge University, where she received a degree in social and political sciences. While at Cambridge, she became involved in acting, performing in a number of stage productions. Following graduation, Swinton began her professional theater career, working for Edinburgh’s renowned Traverse Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company.

In 1985, Swinton began her long collaboration with Derek Jarman, both as a friend and fellow artist. She made her screen debut in his Caravaggio (1986) and appeared in every one of the director’s films until his death from AIDS in 1994. It was for her role as the spurned queen in Jarman’s anachronistic, controversial Edward II (1992) that Swinton earned her first dose of recognition, becoming a familiar face to arthouse audiences on both sides of the Atlantic and earning a Best Actress prize at the Venice Film Festival for her work in the film. The acclaim and recognition Swinton garnered was amplified the same year with her title role in Sally Potter’s adaptation of Orlando, Virginia Woolf’s classic tale of an Elizabethan courtier who experiences drastic changes in both gender and lifestyle over the course of 400 years.

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The Essential Rumi, by Tilda Swinton

Tilda Swinton , unique

“I’m basically interested in identity, and I still find fascinating the question: How do we identify ourselves, and how do we settle into other people`s expectations for our identity?”

Andriana Cavalletti, Vivre à la mer avec rien

Andriana Cavalletti, qui se dit d'abord artiste avant d'être peintre, entretient un rapport homothétique du corps à la peinture. Elle fait de son corps- le corps générique de la femme- le vecteur privilégié de son oeuvre

Le principal trait de mon caractère? La sincérité

La qualité que je préfère chez un homme ? L'absence de susceptibilité
La qualité que je préfère chez une femme ? L'honnêteté
Your chief characteristic ? La gentillesse

Ce que j'apprécie le plus chez mes amis ? Qu'ils aient envie de me voir!

Mon principal défaut ? L'inconstance de mon humeur !

Mon occupation préférée ? Ne rien faire
Mon rêve de bonheur? Vivre à la mer avec rien
Ce que je voudrais être ? Un marin avec une petite barque
Le pays où je désirerais vivre ? En Italie
Ma nourriture préférée ? Les spaghetti
La couleur que je préfère ? Je n'en ai pas
La fleur que je préfère ? Je n'aime pas beaucoup les fleurs
L'oiseau que je préfère ? Le merle

Mes poètes préférés ? J'en connais peu, Baudelaire, Leopardi, Shakespeare
Mes auteurs favoris en prose : Tennessee Williams, John Fante ...
Mes héros de fiction ? Aucun
Mes héroïnes favorites de fiction ? Eve

Mes compositeurs préférés ? je n'écoute plus de musique
Mes peintres favoris ? ça change tout le temps
Mes "héros" dans la vie réelle ? les êtres humains mais je ne les aime pas
Mes "héroine"s dans la vie réelle ? idem

Quelle figure je déteste le plus dans l'histoire ? Hitler et ses semblables
Mes héroïnes dans l'histoire ? Les résistantes
Le fait militaire que j'estime le plus :
le débarquement en Normandie le 6 juin 1944 (admiration plutôt)
La réforme que j'estime le plus : aucune idée

Ce que je déteste par dessus tout? La connerie
Le don de nature que j'aimerai avoir ? Le don d'ubiquité

Comment j'aimerais mourir ? Sans m'en apercevoir
Fautes qui m'inspirent le plus d'indulgence ? Celles qui ne blessent personne
Etat présent mon esprit ? “cool”

Quel serait mon plus grand malheur ? Le malheur de ma fille
Ma devise : ad sidera pergo (le moto de ma famille)

Où êste vous en ce moment? Quelle heure est il? Quel jour sommes nous?
ROME, 16/16 le 12Juillet 2009

RIP Malcom McLaren

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If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.

If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.

From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations by Coleman Barks with John Moyne