it's good to know that belgrade,
the city i'm coming from,
is finding its way to get out of the woods

and i'm keeping my fingers crossed...

->
New York Times, posted by Rachel B. Doyle

i'm still waiting for summer to come

with sticky fingers

and watermelons

sand in my flip-flops

cold waves
and melting ice creams

with sun marks on my lips...


my mind's off to france...
this summer

a little lazy sunday hommage
to 2 or 3 thing i know...

photos by baron wells

we went to bowery ballroom yesterday,

to listen to jose gonzalez & junip

lovely voice,
great time...

one song,
for its tone,
i liked a lot

here it comes in its original version
with a beautiful video spot too

enjoy it

every thursday i'm about to go to chelsea
for an opening gallery night

for a glass of wine and some chit chat with young artists
always confused, always fresh
with an outstanding
yet emerging art

i've never kept my promise though...

and today i will

p.s. it was below canal street, at miljan suknovic's exhibition
where i spotted these girls enjoying miljan's lovely, kinda crazy colors...

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and this is what i missed last week

she really grabbed my attention

by her imagination and sense for detail
by her innovative storytelling
about life somewhere in between
(earth and paradise?)

there is something about that boy too

beautiful palette
isn't it?

"Boy, O Boy"
by Julie Heffernan

this lazy sunday i saw À bout de souffle again...

it's funny... what used to shock the parisians of the sixties is hardly worth any attention to americans nowadays. what used to be an avantgard cinematography back then, now can make you take a nap...

there are so many questions when it comes to the plot: why to glorify a bad guy at all? why to leave him with no punishment? why o why that pretty girl stands on his side even after betraying him?

and maybe the most important one:
why is this movie worth seeing again?

i'm not sure.

what i know is that it's not a movie about justice and punishment, nor about acting right, by the law. in a word: it's not a movie about crime. it's a movie about drama, and of course - it's a movie about romance.

at some moments that romance is hardly understandable, even for the main characters: a french bad guy and an american beauty. he, so extreme, brutal, and superficial vs her, soft, elegant, and deep. their long dialogues can barely find the right answers but they initiate all those pop-up issues that mark a beginning of every true relationship. that's what make them more human. i don't get them, but i know who they are.

and that romance is placed in such an elegant set-up, where even gangsters look cool. every detail leads to aesthetic: simple charming rooms with cut-outs barely pasted on white doors, long nails and eyeliner, smooth moves, pretty bodies, nice suits, high heels and cobblestone, champs-elysees, renoir... paris, in all its beauty.

she, wearing simple yet beautiful dress and white shoes
vs
him, with hat/tie/dark sunglasses and, of course, a cigarette

so polished
so stylish...

still inspiring!