sábado, 26 de janeiro de 2013

quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2013

Period



Ninguém sangra sem sentir dor. 
Às vezes se acostuma e ao invés de dor, se chama de incomodo.
Mas dói. 
Em mim, tem doído o corpo todo. 
Cabeça, seios, costas, barriga... pernas. 
E o emocional? 
Ninguém sente dor física, sem afetar o emocional. 

segunda-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2013

Achei bonito, ok

Capricórnio, que tem um comportamento rígido e frio com todos, diante de Peixes duplica as defesas: reconheceu a pessoazinha graciosa e cândida que no arco de poucos encontros poderia converter-se em uma amante cheia de reclamações e pretensões. Por isso, decida esclarecer imediatamente qualquer mal-entendido que surgir. A pisciana não entende a causa de tanta arrogância, mas o seu instinto diz que sob aquela armadura há uma criatura que sofre cruelmente a solidão. Por isso, provoca a sua insensibilidade glacial, decidido a conquistar o seu coração. O capricorniano fica sempre mais apavorado com a determinação pisciana e então torna-se sempre mais arrogante e grosseiro. Freqüentemente o milagre acontece: o capricorniano salvo por seu amor, derrete-se como neve ao sol e entrega para sempre o seu coração.

segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2013

Carrie Bradshaw knows good sex

Meu aniversário é daqui um mês e me dei alguns presentes. Pensei até em fazer um daqueles vídeos "comprinhas", mas me dei um tapa na cara de voltei ao que me restava de dignidade.

Anyway... uma das coisas que comprei (em 10 parcelas) TEEEEENHO que mostrar, porque não estou me contendo! Eu vou dormir abraçada com isso! Minha vida será mais completa com isso. Meu guilty pleasure dos infernos...



SIM 

AIMEUDEUSSUASLINDASAMOESSASVACASCHOROCOMTUDODESSASÉRIESOURIDICULA

A série completa. Meeeeeeeeeeeeu pai, mal posso esperar para começar assistir e encher meu cérebro de coisa fútil, idiota e sentimentalista!

SAMANTHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2013

By Rebecca Swift



When we think of Marilyn photographers, the name Ben Ross is one that does not often come up, at least not immediately. However, when looking at his photographs they are, in my opinion, some of the most beautiful ever taken of Marilyn Monroe. Ross was to photograph Marilyn three times over her lifetime with the most famous of his photographs being the ‘Emotions’ session.

Ben Ross was born in 1916 in New York, his birth name was Benjamin Rosenblatt. He had a natural gift for photography and so it was no surprise when he took up a post with Parade magazine where his brother Sid also worked as a journalist.

He had a style of photography which was unusual for the time, he did not liked staged shots and preferred to capture his subjects in candid poses. He himself remarked that this was not the accepted way of photographing the famous ‘I never did that. I basically photographed during interviews, or, you know, just as they were’.



In 1951 during a visit to Hollywood he was asked if he would photograph a starlet named Marilyn Monroe. From his description of their first meeting it seems that Marilyn’s problems with lateness did not start when she was an established star, she appears to have had difficulties in readying herself for the camera and was troubled by her appearance right from the start of her career. Far from being neurotic or a diva as she has been painted by some, as a woman I can understand completely if she felt that she was just not ‘quite right’ even though it seems nonsensical to the onlooker. When we look at Marilyn we can’t fail to wonder how she could not have known just how beautiful she was. Ross also describes her as being down to earth and free from the usual Hollywood trappings.


‘I got Marilyn Monroe walking down the street the first time I photographed her. She kept me waiting for an hour and a half. I didn’t know who she was, she was just a bit player who did a thing in The Asphalt Jungle, and was a mistress of a guy – a little part, and got a lot of mail. I photographed a lot of starlets in those days. Most of them didn’t work out. They said “photograph her”. I was with my brother then. We were saying, “who the hell is she?” We were going to leave, but somehow we stayed. That was a nice day. We were waiting outside her house and finally a woman comes out. She said she doesn’t think she’s beautiful enough, she keeps putting on her make up and taking it off. Finally, she came out in a sweater and she looked great. She walked down the street and I photographed her. I did some others. I did her in a book store. The only charge account she had was two charge accounts to bookstores. She wanted really desperately to be admired intellectually. I asked her to pick a book to read, so she picks out an Arthur Miller book – six years before they were married. It wasn’t a coincidence. She had met him at a studio, one of those studio things, she admired him. So, you know, I got a few pictures. She was very charming, once she got there – a person with heart, not the usual Hollywood person. She was probably the only Hollywood star that you could relate to. When she came to New York, she called Sid, my brother – I was away on a job  -  and they went out to Coney Island.”


The second time that Marilyn and Ross would meet as photographer and subject was in September 1952 when he and his brother were assigned by Parade Magazine to cover Marilyn’s trip to Atlantic City. Once again, Marilyn’s characteristic lateness reared its head.

‘She was opening this world premiere in Atlantic City, of all places. It sounded like a good opportunity, a nice easy trip. She was supposed to come to the station, Penn Station, and go down on the train with my brother and me, but she missed the damned train. We couldn’t believe that she would miss the train. So, we said she must have gone in by car. Anyhow, we go on the train, we ran through the train and she wasn’t there, we go to Newark, we called the editor. He said, “where are you? She missed the train” as if we didn’t know. So, we hop in the next train back, we run to the station master’s office – she left five minutes ago to go to LaGuardia. They’re going to charter a plane and fly her down. So, we grabbed a cab to go to LaGuardia. Well, by phone they had chartered a whole Eastern airliner to get her down there. We get to the airport, and the plane is just taxiing out and we couldn’t get on it. So, we call the editor, he says, “well why don’t you follow her down? Hire a plane – but a little one, now.” So we hired a four engine. By that time it was too late. 
They got her to the train station, and she marched through town. It would have made great pictures, but I didn’t get that….’


It is unfortunate that Ross did not make it to Atlantic City in time to photograph Marilyn’s arrival. However, he was able to take some wonderful photographs of her at a press reception. The outfit that Marilyn chose for this occasion was the pink dress that she was to make internationally famous in ‘Niagara’. A selection of these photographs appeared in Parade magazine that October, the issue would also feature an exclusive interview given to Sid by Marilyn.

The third and final time that Ross would photograph Marilyn came in November 1953. It is reported that Marilyn arrived at Ross’s hotel room late at night and without warning. The exact details are sketchy and there is no record of Ross recalling it. The session that followed would be his most famous, a series of shots showing Marilyn displaying various emotions for the camera (mirroring a shoot she had done with Halsman for Life Magazine in 1949). The resulting photographs are astonishing and Marilyn’s beauty is truly stunning, even though she is attired simply in a black sweater and striped pedal pushers. Hardly the uniform of a glamorous Hollywood goddess, but this was Marilyn, she always preferred the understated, her beauty was enough, she did not need gimmicks.


Some of these photographs would be used for an article entitled ‘5 Emotions by Marilyn Monroe, A Girl Who Wants to be a Good Actress’ which appeared in the December 1953 issue of Parade.

Unfortunately Ross and Marilyn would never share another photographic sitting. 

In 2001 Ross began to reproduce some of his Marilyn portraits and in 2008 a set of thirteen of these sold at Christies for $35,000.http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_details.aspx?intObjectID=5165087He was presented with the Lifetime Achievement Award by Photographic Administrators Incorporated in 2002. He died in 2004.

Fonte: http://www.immortalmarilyn.com/MarilynPhotographerBenRoss.html

sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2013

Momento fofura... até aqui

Márcia Tiburi

Gosto muito dela. A parte do Paulo Coelho me fez gostar ainda mais...



Aliás, minha lista de mulheres que admiro: Marilyn Milian, Judith Sheindlin, Yvonne Bezerra de Mello, Ilana Casoy, Márcia Tiburi, Soninha, Betty Lago, Rita Lee (é, é... Saia Justa), Brigitte Bardot, Alecia Beth Moore ... e Courtney Love (ela me entenderia, sabe)

Saudades da faculdade?

NÃO.
Mas tá aqui o útimo vídeo que gravei por lá (acho).



Live hard, party hard

Sei que já é tipo... carnaval no Brasil, mas achei esta foto do ano novo. 

Festa?
Álcool?
Cocaína?


Início de pneumonia...


sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2013

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life

Esta música me assombra de vez em quando.



Pelo menos dessa vez não tinha ninguém mencionando o livro nos comentários.
By the way... de ontem para hoje não li nada.

quinta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2013

Who the hell is Christian Grey?

Bom, primeiro... no meio da sessão, minha terapeuta pergunta se já li Cinquenta Tons de Cinza. O que poderia ter a ver com o assunto? Na verdade, até agora não sei, por que como disse a ela, não li. Ouvi falar que tem mais fama do que merece. Ela me disse que eu gostaria.... 
Aí, passam semanas... tô pensando em algo e me vem a música do The Police na cabeça. Vou no Youtube e assisto Every Breath You Take e vejo comentários do tipo "Cinquenta Tons de Cinza me trouxe aqui". Hummm... penso eu...é talvez eu goste da história. Mesmo assim, não fui atrás de ler, tô com o livro em casa (minha irmã comprou faz tempo) e continuava cagando pra ele. Até que hoje, estava pensando naquele mesmo algo... obsessivamente, e me fez pensar numa outra música, fui ver Nina Simone. Tô lá no Youtube ouvindo I Put a Spell on You e de novo "50 Shades Darker sent me here". Então me rendi, peguei o livro e comecei a ler. Tô na página 3. Volto aqui para falar dele... o que será novidade neste blog, já que só fiz minhas "analises" sobre livros de serial killers até hoje.

quarta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2013

Loca loca Loca

Depois de certas atitudes ou pensamentos bizarros que tenho, às vezes chego a conclusão de que devo ser mesmo um pouco louca. 

Se é que há grau de loucura que pode ser classificado assim "um pouco".

Se é que um louco reconhece que é louco. 

Se é que...

Têm momentos em que eu realmente questiono minha sanidade, se eu estou/sou doente mental. Normalmente eles vem depois de algumas atitudes impulsivas, nada planejadas, que eu só me dou conta depois de feitas. 

Não tem nada a ver com depressão, com sentimento de inferioridade, nada disso. Pelo contrário. É mais mania e sentimento de grandeza.

MAS, como até a pessoa mais miserável do mundo provavelmente conhece algum outro ser mais miserável ainda para pensar "podia ser pior", eu acabo me dando conta de que normal... não sou, mas ainda não ultrapassei certas linhas. 

Então, mais do que dó, pena e simpatia pelos seres que me fazem pensar "é, eu podia estar pior" --- eu sinto alívio.