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Mas calma, são balas de festim.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Lara Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971617484529379149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="14" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SZOFxqCnPlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qBl_-thsjpY/S220/P1010781.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlayWithGuns" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="playwithguns" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMRX08fSp7ImA9WxNbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955233383169775070.post-5509835912204715474</id><published>2009-11-15T01:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:59:44.375-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T01:59:44.375-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intimidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fetichização" /><title>O espetáculo da intimidade</title><summary>Há um tempo venho pensando sobre a publicização da vida privada e a fotografia mais uma vez foi o meu ponto de partida para algumas reflexões. Por não saber direito o que seria a tal intimidade, aquietei os macaquinhos no sotão e esperei um pouco para ver as coisas com mais clareza. A clareza não chegou e decidi soltar os macaquinhos.Cada vez mais dispositivos são criados (ou ao menos utilizados)</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/5509835912204715474/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-espetaculo-da-intimidade.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/5509835912204715474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/5509835912204715474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-espetaculo-da-intimidade.html" title="O espetáculo da intimidade" /><author><name>Lara Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971617484529379149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="14" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SZOFxqCnPlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qBl_-thsjpY/S220/P1010781.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/Sv95oipQSoI/AAAAAAAACjw/_VxhnLop6gc/s72-c/nan_goldin_shower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRnc-eip7ImA9WxNWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955233383169775070.post-6072746399007253699</id><published>2009-10-15T22:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:45:37.952-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T09:45:37.952-03:00</app:edited><title>Mise-èn-scène: O "eu" que atua</title><summary>Para minha surpresa, há alguns dias voltei a ler literatura de teatro.Não peças teatrais, mas textos sobre a criação de personagens,subjetividade do ator, narratividade, entre outras questões.Eu não sei explicar como se deu essa retomada de leituras  mas acredito que talvez, até mesmo inconscientemente, isso esteja ligado ao cansaço que tem me rendido a tentativa (muitas vezes frustrante) de </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/6072746399007253699/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/10/mise-en-scene-o-eu-que-atua.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/6072746399007253699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/6072746399007253699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/10/mise-en-scene-o-eu-que-atua.html" title="Mise-èn-scène: O &quot;eu&quot; que atua" /><author><name>Lara Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971617484529379149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="14" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SZOFxqCnPlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qBl_-thsjpY/S220/P1010781.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3546707147_0d708be2f2_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGRno5cCp7ImA9WxNWFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955233383169775070.post-1798548555818183482</id><published>2009-08-15T18:30:00.035-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:38:47.428-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T21:38:47.428-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="França" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="identidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arte urbana" /><title>Nóis na foto I: A experiência francesa</title><summary>Eu não sei qual a imagem que as outras pessoas têm da França mas eu, durante muito tempo, alimentei em mim a imagem de um país onde tudo é luxo e refinamento,  um país totalmente diferente do meu. Um dia você cresce e se dá conta de que o Brasil não é o único país que tem problemas. A verdade é que, se tratando de "primeiro mundo" os conflitos raramente são exportados.A França, assim como muitos </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/1798548555818183482/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/1798548555818183482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/1798548555818183482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/08/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html" title="Nóis na foto I: A experiência francesa" /><author><name>Lara Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971617484529379149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="14" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SZOFxqCnPlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qBl_-thsjpY/S220/P1010781.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/Sof5QLGko4I/AAAAAAAABWs/TXwOqK2NxMM/s72-c/bw7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQXc5cSp7ImA9WxNTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2955233383169775070.post-5562745777514591440</id><published>2009-08-12T23:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:05:40.929-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T13:05:40.929-03:00</app:edited><title>Boas idas e vindas</title><summary>Perdida num mar de ideias que não levam a lugar algum se eu não remar, decidi criar mais um blog para dar vazão aos impulsos incontroláveis de falar sobre alguma coisa, de dividir com os outros todas as coisas que ficariam na gaveta.Não é um blog específico: ele atira para todos os lados! Cinema, música, absurdos cotidianos, moda, ovnis, politica e tudo o mais que me permitir a minha santa </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/feeds/5562745777514591440/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/08/boas-idas-e-vindas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/5562745777514591440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2955233383169775070/posts/default/5562745777514591440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://playwithguns.blogspot.com/2009/08/boas-idas-e-vindas.html" title="Boas idas e vindas" /><author><name>Lara Vasconcelos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09971617484529379149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="14" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SZOFxqCnPlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qBl_-thsjpY/S220/P1010781.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U4wQbYcG8kw/SoN3wdS2NQI/AAAAAAAABVU/p1ZAJzFEvws/s72-c/paperboat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

