Loneless Descontrol - To 'bitch' or not to 'bitch' ? vol. 1

Yesterday I met a friend of mine. She is a very pretty, sexy, exotic (in a positive way), modern, fashion and creative human being. If I was a man or even if I was a lesbic I would have a big crush on her, I must confess. She is a real IT GIRL. We are the same age actually, end of 20ies. She has two (yes! I said TWO) boyfriends at the moment. When you are in a totally stressed and career oriented phase and has NO time nor patience to find a Mr. Right right now it hurts to know people have even TWO of them. Well she was complening about the fact that the boyfriend#1 althoug sexy, tall and hot, is a real pain in the ass and a hillbilly. She said the guy says sweet things like : "you're a gold pussy" Translating he means she is a formidable, beautiful and very charismatic person. But of course if a guy says such a stupid thing to a girl he deserves to be left immediataly. At least I would feel very offended by hear such rudness like that. And that's what this girlfriend of mine felt when her boyfriend#1 "tryed" to be cute. Well I'm just telling this story because I want to point out some strange and extreme change of feelings we women can have in just some minutes during a conversation PLUS even changing life philosophy and political views so quickly when we realise that we ARE NOT so lonely and blue as we thought we were at the beginning of the conversation. (I say WE because I'm almost sure that I am not the only girl in this entire solar system who has experienced this bipolar reactions, even not being a bipolar, in a only 10 minuites small-talk) just because we miss, just a little bit, a TALL, TANNED, YOUNG, INTELLIGENT, SEXY, FUNNY AND LOVELY guy by our side. But it's o.k, it's alright and life goes on. Well cotinuing. When she first told me she had TWO BOYFRIENDS I felt like an envious bitch immediatelly and at same time the most miserable woman in this ENTIRE world, if you know what I mean. I thought: "God, how unfair is this universe! She has 2 and I have NOTHING!" And then immediataly my bitch-female side started to compare all sort of sordid details between us in one second only, like: hips size, boobs size, mouth size, hair size, clouth size, shoes size, eyes size, hairdo size, nails size and so on. Because when women turn envious and ALL OF THEM CAN TURN ENVIOUS AT LEAST ONCE IN LIFE (And I admit it was my first time, I SWEAR!) they can only see the world I mean THE OTHER WOMAN in size and numbers.

How to avoid "spongers" or "borrowers"?

There is this kind of people who never feels ashamed by asking you for favours more and more and more. This kind of people or at lest a very specific kind of them use to act in a very cute, "innocent", lovely and nice way at the first sight but after a while...

SANY PITBULL IN EUROPE

Long time no write. Well I was quite busy lately and moving back to Brazil temporarily, so I couldn't write here as I used to do. But now I'm back and pretty happy to post these news (again) about a big friend of mine and the inspiration of my documentary: MAESTRO SANY PITBULL

Above you can see the leatest international news concerning his european tour. It's an article published today in the finnish newspaper NYT-LIITE regarding his appearence tonight in Helsink at the club REDRUM, whose party is promoted by Timo Santala.

Sany, who is a resident Dj at favela Cantagalo in Rio de Janeiro, is since 7h March in Europe for the third time. And this time he starterd the tour performing at one of the biggest and well-known clubs in London, the famous Fabric. Here you can see what my friend Sany made with "We are your friends" of Justice in a live-remix with his MPC during the set at Fabric:

SICK!!!!!

And if you happen to be in one of those european cities, d'ont miss the chance to see him.
Check out his tour schedule here:

Auf der anderen Seite

The eternal Fassbinder´s muse Hannah Schygulla and Nurgül Yeşilçay in action.

Yesterday I watched Auf der anderen Seite (On the other side) the newest film of german-turkish director Fatih Akin, whose script, written by himself, was awawred at last Cannes Festival."Auf der anderen Seite" is a mosaic about death, indentity and search. Two deaths separete and join two people from the same country but with different backgrounds: a young german-turkish germanistic professor, who loses his "supposed to be" turkish mother in law in Germany, and a german woman, who loses her dauther in Turkey. Both losts are linked throught a coincidental tragedy: The mother in law of the professor was killed by his father and the daugher of the german woman died (indirectly) because of the daugther of the mother in law of the german-turkish professor. In that way Akin´s film cross the bridge between Germany and Turkey, west and orient, life and death, meetings and goodbyes. By watching six different life´s stories crossing themselves on the silvercreen it´s not difficult to think about Babel, another mosaic-mor film of Alejandro González Iñárritu.What makes the difference between Akin and Gonzaléz is that the first one was clever by showing, or better, exposing his own culture with much more property and without self-pity and inferiority complex concerning the socio-political relevance of his "brothers and sisters" compared to the west culture. Akin doesn´t need to show clichés of the turkies in Germany, just in the way that the prejudicers would love to see. On the contrary Gonzaléz prefered to show his people just in the way that american hipocritals would love to see: as victims of their own situation and existence, as "good foregners" that need to prove that they are obedients and good-hearteds. And that´s all. Akin scapes from clichés and goes far beyond of this contemplative view of himself and his people. He shows the truth and doesn´t worry about the fact that he can stand more Germany or Turkey, because he stands in human beings. And that´s "Auf der anderen Seite" is about. It´s about the missing of a little bit humanity. And of course everything gets much, much bettter when we are faced with a huge human being like Hannah Schygulla greving at a hotel apartment in Istanbul by her daugther´s death...

The Tired Hedonistics

Amy Winehouse went to Rehab, I mean she is hiding out in a five star hotel in London in order to get some rest of a drug overdose. Overdose?!?! I don´t know but it sounds sooo 1968... Why someone who is talented, has success and the possibility to use it to spread out messages for a better world prefers to spend three days taking ecstasy, cocaine and heroine among other things? O.k I´m not that conservative, and everybody knows that drugs exists since the beginning of the world. Drugs come from the nature, the native indians used to smoke marijuana to relax, the same with old chineases smoking Opium, etc. But then came the industrialisation and perverted it all. And all these stupids bought the idea. Whatever, back to Amy, in the past the young stars used to have a cause to struggle for. They spent 5, 10 years doing shit jobs, believing in their art, creating concepts untill they got it. They had something to say, they had Political consciousness, they used to read books. When finally a record label agreed to sign them, they were any "marionettes" anymore. Today anyone make a track, put it out on Myspace, strikes poses at bedrooms, makes photos with a cheap digital camera and - uhuu - a superstar is born! No need to read books since the blogs are there for. No need to struggle too much since everything is easier nowadays and it´s somehow "unsexy" and kind of waste of time to struggle for something. Better do the shit as quick as posible, spread it out in Myspace, sign the first contract with some record label, pose for cool pictures at professional studios, let people manipulate them and... yeah,a superstar is born! Even if they have absolutely nothing to say. No matter if the ozon layer is growing up every day, no matter if the next US president still insist to say that US needs to take up another country in the middle east (and obviously kill more innocents there and make some of them into the next future terrorists), no matter if nobody still didn´t find a heal for Aids, no matter if there are tons of people starving far away from Europe and US, no matter if these starving people are dieing because some people use them and divert the funds from ONGS to their swiss privite bank accounts for example, no matter if there are lot´s of people who really have something to say and have not the chance to be listened, no matter if there are people really talented and with something to say besides "i d´ont want to go to rehab" when indeed they need, nothing doesn´t matter. This is not their problens. But if they would knew themselves better at least, we could at least take them seriously! We could listen to their songs and think: "I feel better now" or "now I got it". But how can you feel better nor understand someone who sings "I d´ont want to go rehab" when you read that this person is a self-destructive human being ? If they´d believe in their own lyrics as the hip-hop stars use to do with the ideia of a "glamourous life", we could call them as authentics at least. But in this case it seems is all about a "white trash" way of life, whose clear message is something like: "do what I say, but d´ont do what do." From this perspective and only from this one it all makes sense indeed...

Tarantino, Quentin...

Yesterday we went to see Death Proof the newest Tarantino´s film. In the States Death Proof was showed together with Robert Rodriguez´s Planet Terror as a double feature under the name Grinhouse. But outside America it was different and the films came out separated. Quentin Tarantino is one of my favorites directors and I remember well the first time I went to the cinema to see his film: Pulp Fiction. It was 1995 and since then all "hype" directors tryed hard to copy Tarantino´s style: long and insane dialogues, swear words, violence combined with some 70´s retro style and music, quick edition, the non-chronological manner to tell stories and so on. Even though I even heard some radical critics about Tarantino´s style (in Germany...) such as "he is any director indeed since he uses to (re)make and collect in his own way the spirit of old and forgotten cult films." (c´mmon, get a life!) Well Andy Wahrol´s work was all about that with his Pop Art, and nowadays his works are sold over millions in art auctions worldwide. Of course Tarantino can sound somehow repetivive in his own manner to expose his characters on the silver screen. But everytime it´s different. Like in Death Proof, for example. We were expacting a kind of Kill Bill 3 or Pulp Fiction 2. Those films were there indeed through the well known nonsense dialogues, some violent scenes, soul train soundtrack and tarantinoesque characthers. But apart from these similarities Death Proof is unique in its own way; when the film starts it seems the image is of a damaged old film of early 70´s. And untill you get something of the story, the film will be already almost in the middle. But it doesn´t matter because this nonsense is really good, that´s the point. And once you get it you shouldn´t even think to stand and walk to the W.C, even if you´d really need. The film catches you. It´s about a girl power film : deranged stuntman who stalks and murders sexy young women with his "death-proof" car and their revenge against the murder. Death Proof is basicaly a man´s film with its stuntman, fast cars, sexy girls... It is way to be the best of Tarantino, whose my favorites are Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown and Kill Bill Vol.1. By the way we had lot´s of fun yesterday specially by watching a team of so diversified beauties knocking down Kurt Russel with the backgroundsound Chick Habit!

Nostalgia - Part 1 : Careless Whisper

You can call me cheesy, but I d´ont give a damn! In my MP3 player list I´m listening nonstop again to the 80´s ultra-sexy-erotic-romantic classic ballad Careless Whisper of George Michael(untill as a second part of the group WHAM!). And yes, I love it! Danny made the most perfect definition of this 1984´s jam.(In this year I was only 5 but I remember vaguely that this song already caused me goose bumps) Well after me + some friends have watched the crap video on Youtube for at least 15th times last night, he (Danny) came along with this brilliant statement (with a huge smile on his face):

" (...) You know Sabrina, when he hits the high notes on the vocals, the track is immortalized forever in spacetime! This video is timeless, infinite, eternal(...) I shall love and cherish it forever and always. Also, the subtle "oooooohs and aaaaahs" and awes in the background make it even more phenomenal and spectacular than it already is. Think angels and blessings of light my brothers and sisters."

I do agree!(:


And here comes this little old treasure my friends:



And we´ve also found an increadible funked up drum´n´bass remix of "Careless Whisper" made by EOTMC from Glasgow (or something like this,I guess):



Apart from the old-fashioned Princess Diana´s hairdo, the two amazing different looks in the same video (short dark hair in the outdoor and light long hair in the studio), the unbelievable look of the two girls togehter and the whole context of the video, among other things, I must confess that G.M looks quite sexy on it and it´s too bad that it is not 1984 anymore and I´m any gay male. (LOL)

Beware: Catholic Mission in Second Life!

I didn´t get into this Second Life thing since I´m already too busy with my real life and with internet tools like blog, gmail, myspace, skype, msn and so on. (and this is too much already in my opinion). By the way it seems people have nothing better to do than try to find some reason for their boring civilized lives through an artificial one in the cyberspace. In Second Life you can choose a new name, another gender, an avatar (your face in Second Life language)and so on. You can play the God character here and play your own (second) life the way you think it should be, as far as I understood. Whaterver today morning I was reading some news at the BBC Brasil and something catched my attention: the news that Society of Jesuits calls missionaries to Second Life. A Father Antonio Spadaro has written an article about that in the italian jesuit Journal "La Civilta Cattolica", whose contents are approved by the Vatican. Among other things what really impressed me was this sentence:"Deep down, the digital world can be considered, in its way, mission territory," he said. "Second Life is somewhere where the opportunity to meet people and to grow should not be missed, therefore, any initiative that can inspire the residents in a positive way should be considered opportune." I wonder why do the hell these f*#@&* jesuits d´ont sell their own laptops in order to support starving human beings in Africa and Latin America for example? ( No need to say that the poverty and misery of these people is also directly related to the colonialism and inclusively to these jesuits missions, that in God´s name have exterminated and destroyed great civilizations and millions of lives in both continents, isn´t it?)

Funk Carioca rules!

Two great funk carioca acts have been hittin` some european music festivals lately. One of them is the Favela Funk Mcs which consists of Bani Silva aka Mc Dilan Djam and the 18 years-old talented beauty Natalia aka Aguia Morena. Both come from Rio and live in Munich, Germany. Favela Funk Mcs exists from January 2006 and now they are embracing the world: they gave a great performance at the last "New Attraction Festival" in Groningen, Netherlands, that you can see a bit here:




Their hot live-perfomance will take place again on next September 1st in Berlin during the "Baile Funk Im Kino Babylon" venue. Will post more infos about that soon...



The other act I was talking about was the maestro (he again!) Sany Pitbull and the funk carioca live legend Mc Duda do Borel at the Pori Jazz Festival in Finland. Pori is one of the most respected and famous jazz festivals in Scandinavia. Sany and Duda made 4 (!) gigs in the same festival before leave to Stockholm. Some people said that the performances were increadible good. Here you can see and feel a bit how it must have been there:


Dj Sany Pitbull and Mc Duda do Borel in action.


They drove the finnish audience crazy!





Mc Duda do Borel

Photos taken by: Timo Santala


And what would say some funk carioca oppositors about that? Probably things like: "Funk (Carioca) cannot be considered as "music" (lol), its Mcs are illiterates,whom cannot sing at all and this kind of stupid stuff." So imagine if they would...

Patty Diphusa - La Estrella del Porno

There are few books I use to read over and over again. One of them is "Patty Diphusa Y Otros Textos" by Pedro Almodóvar. I am a big fan of Almodóvar´s filmography and about one year ago Renata Voss, a good girlfriend of mine, knowing that had the great idea to give me this book, and best - the original one in spanish. And everytime I read this (I must confess I have read it at least three times in one year!) I wonder why it has to come to the end. Can´t help stop reading this book! When I read this I get so afraid to come to the end that I prefer read it as slow as possible to avoid to finish the lecture quickly.Patty Diphusa is Almodóvar´s female alter Ego and he used to publish small stories about her back in the beginning of the 80´s on the spanish vanguard newspaper "La Luna". Patty Diphusa was a kind of the quintessential character of the La movida madrileña and also the inspiration to all those post-modern female characters of his first films.(although strangely she has never appeared in any of his films as Patty Diphusa herself. In Laberinto de Pasiones, Almodovar´s second featured film, she is reprensented through the transexual character of movida´s performer and plastic artist Fabio MacNamara.) "Patty Diphusa Y Otros Textos" brings back some sort of amazing adventures of this post-modern woman, a self proclaimed "porn star" and party girl , a bit nimphomaniac, a bit junkie, a bit naiv, who never sleeps and never is depressiv! Guess will start to read it again right now. (:

And here you can watch one of the infamous scenes of "Laberinto de Pasiones" (1982) with the fabulous Fabio MacNamara: