Mind Games

Sometimes i think the mind is built to torture the life it belongs to. Truth is, responsibilities had kept me sane. I thank god everyday i still have that; responsibility, not my sanity. Although sometimes i secretly wish i don't have both. Wouldn't it be better to live a life worry-free in an institution than going thru hell everyday with worries and unexplained feelings?

'SuperMods Enter Rehab' by Miesel for July 2007 issue of Vogue Italia

I'm not going to be bitter

I cried a bit in the shower this morning. I guess i had to. People mourn over death; i do it for flings too. For the coming week or so, i'll probably be as cheerful as a death choir. You'll catch me daydreaming behind the fire escape and i'll most likely lose all my appetite for life, but i'll get over it eventually. It always does. A proper closure, some would say.

Why did i let myself go that far is beyond me. The only logical explanation i could devolve out of it is that, being single for x* amount of time has totally screwed up my whole self control; my inner james dean coolness as i would like to tweet. I ended up putting myself at the edge of the cliff and dive heads on into a pretend relationship only i am aware of. Some would say delusional, jessica puts it as thinking with a cock.

What i hate most was coming up to you three saturdays ago, throwing myself out like a kitten on heat and totally, utterly turn into a justin beaver fan on strike.

And just for the spike of it, sex was only mediocre to say the most. Those porn star moves of yours are a tad too fancy for real life sex, so i would suggest you lay it off infinitely. What i'll prolly missed most are your kisses. Oh, and those early morning urges. Damn.. now i need to go down to a nudie bar and actually pay someone for sex. Hmmph.

Somehow i feel so much better now.

* A duration that's far too long to be single. In fact, its down right shameless.

Ohh wow, that's a really big photo of myself. Blogspot glitch, i guess? :P

Mulberry Spring/Summer 2011 Short Film

Need another reason why i lurve.. lurve.. LURVE the arrival of spring?

Coco Rocha for John Lewis

I'm liking the whole pastelly/retro-ish/mad man inspiration captured in john lewis' spring/summer 2011 lookbook featuring the lovely coco rocha. I especially adore the colours in these shots and is simply over joy with the return of storytelling in editorial.

Don't you just *heart* cherry blossom? Spring is here again folks!!

Bieber Fever

I haven't forgotten about you guys. I'm just a bit busy. Hang on there k :)

Little Ashes

Little Ashes. A glimpse into the forbidden love affair of spain's acclaimed duo; surrealist painter Salvador Dali and poet Federico Garcia Lorca, that tested the conservative morality of their time. For art idiots like myself, Salvador Dali is best known and loved for painting the melting clock that hangs on a dried tree branch in 'The Persistence of Memory'. Portraying the eccentric man himself was indeed a graveyard trip for twilight heartthrob, robert pattinson, but he did it with such flare that had me knickers twisted in a knot even the best boy scout could not help untie!

And if team edward is not exactly your cuppa, another gem that will have your heart racing like school girls on steroid is the spanish actor that played Federico Garcia Lorca; Javier Beltran. His accent in the film alone is enough of a reason to have me adding all #2843 javier beltran's on facebook, hoping one of them is him and i could finally put those restraining order against me to rest. *i still don't understand the nonsense why i have to be 50 yards away from my javier beltran at all times. Maybe the judge doesn't know that he's me lover, me soul mate and he's the one i would spend me life with eternally...

Ohh, and i did a video too with the new hair. VAIN.

Blahhh...

The blogging spirit in me has risen yet again. I think it might have something to do with my current effed up mood of watching the most intricate self-absorbing art films ever produced, and its screwing up with my inner logic for everything worth mentioning, hence my desire to express myself kicks in with a bang! that only bruno would understand. I've been in this serious blabbing mind set ever since spending seventy one minute watching pink narcissus last wednesday, which in my honest opinion totally took the cake for being the weirdest, most freakish film EVER to grace my desktop.

And all this week, with the horror of it still swimming in my thoughts, i've developed a secret love affair for the bright, otherworldly lighting in the film. It reminds me of pierre et gilles' stuff. Or more currently, rihanna's take on the whole psychedelic hues in her 'only girl' music video. I always dreamt hills to be in pink and skies to be in crayon purple to be honest. Seriously, i'm not rainbow loving for nothing ya know. I see things in illogical colours that andy warhol wished he could.

And with this power bestow upon me, i tried to pressure a fellow film director friend of mine to colour grade his current music video in that direction, but sadly, he declined without a second thought to it. Bastard child that he is, i do see his logic in it all. After all, one can hardly take a rock band seriously if they're drenched in bubble gum colours, can he?

Anyhoo, here's some shots from the shoot. And just in case you've been hiding underneath a rock, i'm the dude in mint green.

Ahh. I went for a haircut yesterday with lady yessica. And i must say, boy was i pleased with the end result. Its actually pretty much what i have been dying to have ever since i chopped off my zac efron-inspired locks a few years back. My photo reference; River Viiperi, as attached.

I only wish my new haircut comes with a free six pack. I will then die a happy camper for sure!

From Beginning to End

Do Começo ao Fim is a film by brazilian filmmaker aluisio abranches. This is rather an unconventional film. It tell the story of two half brothers who develop a very close relationship as they are growing up in an idyllic and happy family. When they are young adults their relationship becomes very intimate, romantic, and sexual. Yes, i copied that entire sentence from imbd. And yes, the film deals with a relationship that is often considered taboo; incest. But, its really a nice film. Go watch it.

p/s : Work started over the weekend, and its screwing up my mood for posting. Hmm. Hopefully this feeling will not stay too long..

I Killed My Mother

Ohkay. So this is SUPPOSED to be a film review, but i just could not help posting up photos of the director/actor instead. Which i thought was more relevant to the film than the film itself, coz' frankly, he stole the show from me the first few seconds he came on screen. I was gaga, nevertheless.

Meet Xavier Dolan; my current obsession of the week, and the talk of the film festival at the moment. He wrote, directed and acted in the film J'ai Tué Ma Mère or I Killed My Mother (in english) which won international press' attention when it was screened in 2009 cannes film festival. He's crazily talented, obsessively attractive and has an attitude to match.

J'ai Tué Ma Mère centers around hubert minel, a sixteen year old living in suburban montreal with his single mother. Hubert's mum is a pain. She complaints, nag and boss hubert EVERY single day about EVERY single thing, which of course, irritates the hell out of hubert. But little did she know, hubert has a little plan of his own that could kill her, not literally, but almost as painful. I killed My Mother is every teenage boy's revenge story, told in french :P

By the way, xavier dolan is only twenty one at the time this post is written. Bastard and a half!