it's good to feel protected,

both arms around you

this white little horse reminds me of home

she's gifted
and never stops

my weekends always come in beautiful colors

the sartorialist

this lazy sunday i visited

the antiques garage

so many life stories in one place,
captured in details

what makes every sunday special?

it's a stylish letter

that brings a touch of luxury
in our everyday lives

polaroid fashion

by the guy

whose shadow

i like to follow

eye'em feat. nikola

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...

+

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!

it was a rainy manhattan mid-day
with me in the midst of it
high heels avoiding pavement cracks
no umbrella to help

but there was something pleasant about it

i knew the trick
how to get warm a little bit
so i slightly passed over those grills
and the subway air started melting my chills

popping up my skirt

such an unexpected
marilyn momentum!

how flattering
for a shy girl like me...

my name in japanese

i'm reading left to right
i'm thinking black and white
identifying with
blinking

black manga eyes

can deeply recognize

that fear
that set of mind
and narrow sky above

in strange manga lives.

@while reading "solanin", this lazy sunday

*

05/17/2010

i've just finished reading "solanin" (ソラニン in japanese) and what i really love about it are amazing drawings of the scenery and landscape by Inio Asano, with unbelievable photo touch.

what really engaged me though was the story itself, about average japanese young guys struggling to survive in "the adult world", with all pain and frustration it might involve. almost everyone can recognize their failures, their doubts and uncertainties, all those common things that all common people share.

it's just a "common people life" scenario: big dreams with no big success, craving for love, giving support, with something always being messed up. and it's ok, because a real life looks pretty much like that.

i don't understand a tragic moment which gives the story such a radical twist... is there any message behind? i'm glad that meiko &co got back on the track and i stick to it as my personal "guide line" to read it... between all those shades of gray, try to find your own way and enjoy it...

i heard some great news today
and the sun is coming up again

let me go out
to jump, jump!

@photo by branislav milosevic

Желим:

да после снова
не остане траг на твом телу.

Да понесеш од мене само
тугу и свилу белу
и мирис благ...

путева засутих лишћем свелим
са јабланова.

"Траг", Милош Црњански

I wish:
that after the dreams
I leave no trace on your body.

That you take with you only
the sadness and the white silk
and the soft smell...

of the roads covered with dry leaves
shaken from the poplar trees.

"Trace", Milos Crnjanski

he's all about maps
i'm all about colors

so
one day

he grabbed my hand
and took me to wonderland

and we found
our perfect spot

"india" by paula scher

here i am
getting ready

with butterflies in my stomach
and lovely pearls on my ears

and with dark, dark glasses

running a risk of being overdressed
but enjoying it every second

glad to come after audrey's steps
on these busy new york days

there is no better place for us to go
to relax our eyes
to inspire our minds

charming chelsea galleries
offer their art for free

and we love the spirit

the moon

u.s.

the western front

yellow loving blue
leg over bed
in two

lazy sunday afternoon

by somebody else's hands

reading,
žolt kovač

homage

these hips are big hips

they need space to

move around in.

they don't fit into little

petty places. these hips

are free hips.

they don't like to be held back.

these hips have never been enslaved,

they go where they want to go

they do what they want to do.

these hips are mighty hips.

these hips are magic hips.

i have known them

to put a spell on a man and

spin him like a top!

homage to my hips
by Lucille Clifton

vertigo pirouettes
orange, flaming curls
and the dancing shoes

crossing all over france
for a love romance

i love "the red shoes"
for being such a gentle
fairy
fairy tale

people write letters no more
they send cards instead

with lines already written

when you are a kid
it's enough
just to unlock your heart

"lov is when you love your family/
and when momies love daddies!
everything for love"

by lena for upcoming valentine's day

violins flying over st petersburg
crows playing, embraced...

it's poetry and imagination
that make this movie unique

all the pain of his exile
suddenly stays behind
and you recall a pure emotion

while brodsky sailing back home

"a room and a half", andrey khrzhanovsky

this lazy sunday @ my favorite cinema