march dazed

Yves Saint Laurent - A Visionary

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Sat, 16 Feb 2013 20:09:00 +0000

Today I went to see the AMAZING YSL exposition at ING Cultural Center.

Photos were forbidden, that is why these ones I have are not so good in quality.
My jaw dropped and my eyes were mesmerized with the beauty of dresses and accessoires. What a man and artist.

Exposition is taking place at Place Royale 6, in Brussels until the 05.05.2013.

Must go!

The drawings and the fabrics

Classics that changed the codes of seduction: 1968

Dressy dress: Tribute to Piet Mondrian Haute couture collection Fall- Winter 1965

This is a HUGE heart carrying all the accessoires.

YSL would also uses his creativity sending yearly cards for friends and clients. This is my favorite.

The Bride of 1965 - Wedding dress in wool knitting and ivory silk satin ribbons

THE LEGEND.

I wish you could read this

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 10:26:00 +0000

EU TE AMO

Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora
Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora
Me conta agora como hei de partir

Ah, se ao te conhecer
Dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios
Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios
Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir

Se nós nas travessuras das noites eternas
Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas
Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir

Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão
Se na bagunça do teu coração
Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu

Como, se na desordem do armário embutido
Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido
E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu

Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos
Teus seios ainda estão nas minhas mãos
Me explica com que cara eu vou sair

Não, acho que estás te fazendo de tonta
Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta
Agora conta como hei de partir.

Game Over

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 07:38:00 +0000

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

Lundi

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 12:03:00 +0000

There's no easy answer

None to blame or forgive

Two cripples dancing

To the end we live

Status Quo

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 17:00:00 +0000

I tremble when I feel I am losing you.
I feel so scared I cannot think straight.

All I wanted is to go back to bed and sleep until things are good again.

Love is a Dog from Hell

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 09:05:00 +0000

“there is a loneliness in this world so great

that you can see it in the slow movement of

the hands of a clock.

people so tired

mutilated

either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other

one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich

the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us

that we can all be

big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us

about the gutters

or the suicides.

or the terror of one person

aching in one place

alone

untouched

unspoken to

watering a plant.”

Another Truth

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 08:58:00 +0000

“I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room.

In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!”

American Blues

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 10:51:00 +0000

It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
Baby now you do

The real thing

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 17:32:00 +0000

The last thing "being wild" means is seeking drug-thrills or being promiscuous. Wild does not mean hanging out in a bar, getting drunk, and wrecking your new car in a cow pasture. Wild is not about your gang slipping into the school at night and trashing the hallways and running off into the night howling with feral laughter. Wild is about real adventure, either in the world, or in the mind.

She

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 11:16:00 +0000

It is been a long time I left India but the sweet memories and tremendous experiences I had in this country are not to be easily forgotten.

In Indian society, women were usually subject to various caste-rules and severe restrictions. They remained illiterate and were ill-treated. Female infanticide was often practiced.

One of the most incredibles places I've been in incredible India was Amritsar, home of the Golden Temple and spiritual and cultural center of the Sikh religion.

I like to educate myself and read and talk almost to the exhaustation until enters my brains to never get out.

This morning talking with my friend Avtar I got to learn a bit more about some symbols and could not help on going for a deeper research to find about this gorgeous people and their immense wisdom.

I found a very pretty and touching piece from Guru Nanak, the founder of Sikhism.

Guru Nanak challenged the idea of inferiority and evil associated with women and freed her from slavery and taboos of the society. In one of his hymns, he said:

From woman, man is born; within woman, man is conceived; to woman he is engaged and married. Woman becomes his friend; through woman, the future generations come. When his woman dies, he seeks another woman; to woman he is bound. So why call her bad? From her, kings are born. From woman, woman is born; without woman, there would be no one at all. O Nanak, only the True Lord is without a woman. That mouth which praises the Lord continually is blessed and beautiful. O Nanak, those faces shall be radiant in the Court of the True Lord. || 2 || (Page 473)

Guru Nanak and his successors gave woman a status equal to that of man. They regarded woman as man's companion in every walk of life. The Gurus thought this equality worked to their mutual benefits. For example, woman is the first teacher of man as his mother. Her function is to mould children and discipline them. She has to be educated so that her children may develop their potential to the fullest. She was allowed to join holy congregations, participate and conduct them. They were appointed missionaries. They were called 'the conscience of man'. The practice of Sati, (the custom of burning a woman with the dead husband on the funeral pyre), was prohibited and widow-remarriage was encouraged. Women soldiers fought side by side with male soldiers in one of the battles which the tenth Guru fought.

In the Sikh way of life, women have equal rights with men. There is absolutely no discrimination against women. Women are entitled to the Khalsa baptism. They have equal rights to participate in social, political and religious activities. Women are allowed to lead religious congregations, to take part in recitation of the holy scriptures, to fight as soldiers in the war, to elect representatives to the Gurdwara committees and Indian Parliament and Provincial Assembly. Sikh women have played a glorious part in the history, and examples of their moral dignity, service and upholding of Sikh values are a great source of inspiration. Sikh women never flinched from their duty, never allowed their faith and ardor to be dampened, and have always upheld the honor and glory of the Khalsa. (One famous example is that of Mai Bhago (Mata Bhaag Kaur) who bravely fought war for Guru Gobind Singh, when some Sikh soldiers deserted him and returned home).

Once upon a time...
Amritsar, oct 2008.

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 16:48:00 +0000

"É preciso unir, é preciso compreender, é preciso desculpar.

Não levantes jamais uma cruz só para recordar que uns mataram outros.

[...] A Cruz de Cristo é calar-se, perdoar e rezar por uns e por outros, para que todos alcancem a paz"

São Josemaria Escrivá- Via Sacra

Pedaços de Mim

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 14:08:00 +0000

He was simply a youth tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man, he was only conning because he wanted so much to live and to get involved with people who would otherwise pay no attention to him.
Kerouac, On the Road

Resumo de 28

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 10:47:00 +0000

Les amours à distance c´est l´histoire de ma vie.

Hard Rock Cafe, street art, Torre da Cultura e Ciência, arquitetura, ghetto e guerra

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Thu, 13 May 2010 12:55:00 +0000

vodka, cerveja, restaurante japonês, arquitetura, shopping, luto, parque.

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Thu, 13 May 2010 12:47:00 +0000

Varsóvia

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Thu, 13 May 2010 11:57:00 +0000

Ir à Polônia não estava na minha top list de lugares para se conhecer; no entanto, a vontade de ir para um lugar fora do circuito fez com que eu escolhesse esse país para uma mini-férias de começo de primavera.

Varsóvia foi uma grande surpresa: percebi a minha ignorância sobre Polska, sobre a II Guerra e principalmente sobre como o país ainda cura a sua ferida.

A Polônia foi o primeiro território a ser invadido pelos alemães, em 1939.

A cidade foi quase completamente destruída durante a Guerra, restando dela apenas 15%.

Depois da ocupação nazista e sua derrota, o país se encontrou sobre domínio soviético, vivendo no comunismo até 1989.

Atualmente é um dos únicos países que fazem parte da Comunidade Européia que tem crescimento economico.

A cidade teve de ser reconstruída depois de 45, tudo é novo e parece novo, exceto pelas construções crivadas de bala que o governo mantém erguidas para que os horrores do passado não entrem para o imaginário de forma leve. E, exceto pelas construções quadradas, sóbrias e sem qualquer frivolidade e ostentação do período de ocupação soviética.

A exceção fica por conta da mais alta torre de Varsóvia, que foi um presente da Rússia para o povo polonês. O Palácio de Cultura e Ciência, tem o estilo Social Realism Architecture. Hoje em dia abriga museus, sala de espetáculos e é possível subir até o 24 andar e ter uma vista privilegiada de 360º de toda a cidade. Dali do alto se percebe a riqueza da diversidade.

As histórias do insurgimento dos judeus poloneses, que eram 400 000 em 1939 e hoje são poucos mais de 2 000. Os bairros que foram cercados (história se repetindo...) separando os judeus do resto da população. Os nazis e a sua sociopatia. O levante de uma população com fome e poucas armas, que venceram depois de 63 dias de muita coragem e confiança. Não tem como não se apaixonar pela história de Varsóvia. A cidade é como Fênix. Não é possível ir para lá e sair igual. É tudo muito impressionante e vivo, real. Tudo se sente.

As mulheres polonesas são elegantes, charmosas e por consequência bonitas. Não vi nada de vulgar. Elas super andam de saltos. Na rua há vááárias e elas andam tão bem que flutuam.

Fui numa festa em um club chamado Klubokwiarnia, decoração soviética, tudo muito engraçado. Primeiro por causa do door code, que significa se você é mulher e bonita entra e se for homem feio e sozinho não entra. Aparentemente a grande maioria dos clubs tem esse code e eles adoram fazer a fila. A festa foi muito boa e a quantidade de vodka támbém. Vá para Polônia e beba voldka e cerveja.

Não vejo a hora de poder voltar e conhecer ainda mais. Têm muita coisa: Chopin, O Papa, Igreja Ortodoxa, arte, o mar Báltico, as flores...

Quando Chegar

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 17:03:00 +0000

Quando chegar aos 30
serei uma mulher de verdade
nem Amélia num ninguém
um belo futuro pela frente
e um pouco mais de calma talvez

e quando chegar aos 50
serei livre, linda e forte
terei gente boa ao lado
saberei um pouco mais do amor
e da vida quem sabe

e quando chegar aos 90
já sem força, sem futuro, sem idade
vou fazer uma festa de prazer
convidar todos que amei
registrar tudo que sei
e morrer de saudade

martha medeiros

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 18:11:00 +0000

Dress for yourself and the man you love (if there is one). Women dressing to impress other women — forget about that. It's a very bad way of thinking.

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 21:00:00 +0000

Ferruccio Laviani

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 20:59:00 +0000

tsá?

Sexties

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:57:00 +0000

O verao acabou e o frio ja ta pegando, denovo. E, denovo, Bruxelas recupera o posto de capital mais chata da europa.
Fica ainda mais chata depois de se conhecer Paris... oh la la.
É inverno, mas como aqui ninguem ta de brincadeira eu é que nao vou me entocar em casa.

Fica a dica:

SEXTIES

Crepax - Cuvelier - Forest - Peellaert

Vendredi 25.09.2009 > Dimanche 03.01.2010

Palais des Beaux-Arts

PS: é proibido tirar foto, mas eu só fiquei sabendo quando tirei a última. :)

Teardrop

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:07:00 +0000

E o show do Massive Attack foi sublime...

Vovó

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 08:06:00 +0000

akuenda essa senhorinha:

first tattoo she was 72, now she is 78...

Patch Adams

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:25:00 +0000

I have never watched the movie but this interview is a must see.
Smart, intelligent, articulated and generating good karma, that's for sure.
Do a favor to yourself and watch the following interview for Tv Cultura, a very special and forgotten brazilian tv channel.

Thanks, Vanjinha.

A Locka

noreply@blogger.com (letícia) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 18:31:00 +0000

Que ano é hoje?