Monday, July 18, 2016

The petrified forest

She's got bette davis eyes already, she's eighteen, smart and living in a shithole in Arizona.
Poetry, words and a window on the world appears as an american gentleman, failed writer and newly self proclaimed gipsy coming from france.

It's the meeting of these 3, the lost girl with big ideas, the failed writer with no hope and the gangster trying to escape the police to Mexico.

Free spirits meet in this room where everything can start or end, death, love, rebirth in a new place...

The poetry is sublime, the eyes are just starting to sparkle and the life is rough but truthful.


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Stupid

I call you stupid or annoying when you are.
I doesn't mean you are stupid and annoying,
It means sometimes you can be.
But then I tell you this, you are so scared of being,
that you start acting stupid.
Well, then you are.
Trust me, everyone can be stupid and annoying sometimes,
the only thing is to understand that,
but for it you have to be smarter...


Sunday, March 20, 2016

Journal d'une bombe.


Elle est partie, une semaine en vacances en RT. 
Une semaine pour réaliser que tout ce que je lui ai dit est vrai. 
Que je suis sombre, trop, que je ne veux pas faire souffrir mais que je torture. 
Je t'avais dis qu'on ne peut rien construire sur mes faibles épaules. 

Pour le moment je marche, courbaturé par mon travail au bar, à soulever des bières pour des anglais qui crient devant des écrans de football et de rugby. Et quand bien même la marseillaise retentit dans la salle, chantée par des hordes d'expatriés, je nettoies ce verre sortit de la machine et je ne souris pas. Non, car c'est à moi de nettoyer vos déchets, vos verres et vos assiettes une fois le match terminé, oui c'est moi qui ramasse alors je ne suis pas à vos côtés dans le coeur des français. 
Non, je me demande ce que je fais là, dans le sous sol d'un bar londonien, à nettoyer la saleté déposée par des gens que je ne comprends pas, qui se noient dans l'alcool et annulent leur solitude en chantant un hymne lointain.


Loin des yeux loin du coeur. C'est assez simple que cette semaine loin de moi l'ai aidé à réaliser comment je la détruis. 
Alors tu as raison, vas t'en puisque je n'ai même pas la force de te retenir, ni même d'essayer. 
Je suis vide, et ton départ n'est qu'un trou de plus dans le néant. 

Choisit la vie car je suis déjà mort, il n'y a rien pour toi ici, je te l'ai dis et tu le réalise enfin. 
Ailleurs il y'a l'espoir et moi je n'en ai plus la force.
Ne te retourne pas. 

Friday, March 11, 2016

London Safari - De beauvoir estate.

Just saw a fox running after a cat. The little one jumped on the fence and saved his ass, for now.
In front of my window, in the main garden of de beauvoir estate.
Sometimes at night you hear the scream of a cat, or another animal, just being killed by a fox.
London's wild life.

I love this, watching the nature out of my shitty place in a shitty estate in a fucking city I don't really like.

De beauvoir estate is in a golden triangle, between Angel, Shoreditch and Dalston. But it's also in the middle of nowhere, it's an island.
It's the shittiest place in the best place. 

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Victoria, one take, no escape. 9/10

Victoria is a prison. You don't have time to breath, underwater, stuck in the only take the movie was shot in. Here you are trap for 2h20 in the life of this spanish girl working and partying in Berlin.

Cut in a movie gives you time to breath, relax, think about what just happened, settle. The idea of a single shot is brilliant, especially when everything goes wrong. Then you are stuck in this nightmare, like when you see yourself drown and you just can watch the slow death.


Of course you can say the script is not a very long and complicated piece of writing, but it's good, good enough for the point here, live the experience of a night that goes bad. 
The actress, Laia Costa is amazing and the guy holding the camera, Sturla Brandth Grovlen is an ace.

Watch this. It's great. 


Sunday, February 28, 2016

the seventh seal - ingmar bergman 8/10

Look at death and play chess.

Regarder la mort en face des yeux, et y voir son visage.
Sourire devant le sort qu'elle se fait de nous,
Savoir qu'on l'aura, si ce n'est pas maintenant, demain.

Echec et mat, quelques jours de plus sur un plateau.

Voir dans l'âme de la sorcière le regard d'une enfant, apeurée par les flammes et soulée de douleur.
L'innocence part en fumée sous le regard des hommes.

Inviter la mort pour un dernier dîner, s'agenouiller devant sa beauté, pleurer.

Un beau film sur la mort et le courage de l'accepter, voir de l'inviter et la laisser entrer, pour observer une dernière fois la beauté et enfin fermer les yeux sur un mystère en noir et blanc, sans savoir. 

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Fear and Loathing, Mr Robot goes to Washington.

Mr smith goes to Washington is amazing.  9/10



It shows the faith of a man into the crooked political system of the US in the 30's.
It's great because it's true and everything makes sense. Of course it's hollywood and it's sometimes too much, but even if it is, it's all true.
Now we watch Mr.Robot thinking about our society, corporations and the digital world...
Mr.Smith is Mr.Robot, just a long time ago, a single man making the biggest revolution possible. All by faith and courage.

Politicians and businessmen are working together for their own benefits while the country is in bad shape. The senators are old men, sitting in chairs and smoking outside the action, not concerned by what's happening, just enjoying their secure positions.
But this guy, simple and kind, is trying is best to change things with his own little power.

What does it take to change the system ? Power or faith. Even the small one here can make a difference, just by showing how much he is willing to loose just to be heard, not even to be believed.

After loosing all hope, expressing yourself might be the only way to survive and keep moving, just talking, writing and screaming about the truth, your truth, hoping it will wake something into the sleeping minds of the people around.