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Faces Places

 

When there’s an interior debate whether something’s on culture or inspiration, the something becomes art and art is like a declaration of love, so the something becomes the everything. When watching something artistic, we sink into it, forget about anything and connect to ourselves. To loved ones, to feelings, to faces, to places.

Agnès Varda caught my eye at first sight during this year’s Oscars’ red carpet and I don’t only mean fashion wise. Faces Places was nominated for Best Documentary. Later on, I bumped into Agnès on @pharrell’s IG feed. But it was only months later that I bumped into the documentary’s poster and said UhOohOh!. Oh.

A friend once told me not to judge a film by its poster; a poster means nothing, she then said. Firstly, I don’t judge; I just look at whatever catches my eye. Secondly, a cover (generally speaking) of something that has already been created with soul and all (best case scenario), has a soul on its own and therefore catches my eye. It can be the most simple cover in the world, without any previous train of thought whatsoever. They also say don’t judge a book by its cover.

I say don’t judge, full stop. Let’s just grasp on what we like and tickles us. They also say that about people. That it is not the cover that matters and by matters I certainly don’t mean preppy, maybe au contraire. I figured out there are no rules. Most often, when I liked (when I liked, liked) how someone was dressed, I never left thinking Someone was dressed so cool!. I left with That someone is so cool!. If one is just not cool, who cares about what one’s dressed in anyway? If there’s no tickling, there’s nothing.

In an interview on theguardian.com, Agnès was saying that she’d thought of attending the Oscars in pyjamas. She did it in a Gucci one. In the same interview, she said she wore one of her old dresses to all of the previous red carpet events.

JR… ? His smile lights up so powerfully his expressive featured, warm face that the sunglasses and fedora he always disguises with in public don’t seem to intrigue anymore. It’s a harmony around him, in the eyes you can’t see (but feel), he evokes through his image by what and how he wears along with the images he creates around the world. In a beautiful newyorker.com interview, we get to understand how JR’s glowing testament to the power of the image and joy for life help art play a role in transforming lives. JR is an idealist.

Returning to the poster, something about it stuck with me and I told myself I wanted to see the documentary. But then Summer stuck with me for a bit. It wasn’t until one day the other day that my mom wanted to go to the cinema (she goes to the cinema more often than I do), there wasn’t anyone available to go with, I said I’m coming! (it used to be one of our traditions not so long ago), I looked for movies in theatres and saw that Visages Villages was out. This is it, mom!. Without further questions or any trailer (durr), mom openly said: Let’s go!.

I only knew that it was made by Agnès Varda and JR. It was written on the poster, dur. Anything that means… Almost anything intrigues me. I like it when I’m faced with an artwork out of my routine. When it’s something else!, I’d told my mom before the documentary started. Yeah, mom calmly responded. From the moment it started, we both knew it’s something else so we sinked in the armchairs, film, ourselves.

La Pointe Courte was both Agnès’ first film and the film that started La Nouvelle Vague movement, one of the most influential movements in the history of cinema. It was 1955 and she was 27.

Agnès Varda with Catherine Deneuve in the ’60s.

Agnès Varda with her husband, Jacques Demy in the ’80s

JR is a French artist who, like many others, is not easily categorized. He is a photographer who is uncomfortable with photography, a filmmaker, a photograffeur – as he likes to describe himself – that flyposts large black-and-white photographic images in public locations.

Street artist JR poses in front the Louvre Pyramid in Paris, Tuesday, May 24, 2016. For his latest bold project, street artist JR is creating an eye-tricking installation at the Louvre Museum that makes it seem as if the huge glass pyramid at the heart of the courtyard has disappeared. AP Photo: Francois Mori

The two are kindred spirits, as the media describes them in an attempt to categorize their relationship somehow.

The fact that I’m going around with a man who is fifty-five years younger than I am, I think that makes them laugh, but also bothers them a bit. Americans, Varda thinks, have more of an anxious relationship to aging than the French do; certainly few people in either country embrace age with as much whimsy and confidence as she has. I’m just a little deteriorating lady, she said, using a word, abîmée, that might refer to a rotting piece of fruit. But I’m not sad! I have trouble seeing. I don’t hear well. I’m not good with stairs. But people always tell me that I’m full of energy. I am! Energy has nothing to do with the body. It’s the mind, it’s the brain, it’s the joie de vivre. She paused to consider. But listen, I don’t want to say that I’m in great health, either.

Excerpt from an interview in The New Yorker.

One of the best parts of the cinema experience with mom was the fact that it was only us and two other people (French!) in the theatre at the moment; we, therefore, had the theatre to ourselves and enjoyed a kind of intimacy that was brilliant along with the ongoing film. Bliss. An intimacy we could share whispers with each other (each spectator in each of the two couples). The experience of watching something on your own is nice and interesting; it creates the space for you to explore anything you want, the vision, the thoughts. Equally, though, it is so wonderful to share your mind with someone else’s and let the two minds become one somehow. The watching, the thinking, the senses come into more hues, become even nicer, smoother, easier.

This is how it also went for Agnès and JR. They, with everything each of them formed the they, seemed to knit their minds into one of the most natural and lovely way. Rather than otherwise, it were their souls sending a heart up in the air. Not a helium balloon. A heart. Helium is not as romantic as a word as heart is. The two formed a love they sent up in the air as their documentary. A love for people, nature, the passion people have for the things they do in their day to day lives which are so complex through their simplicity. For soul.

We are very small, in proportion to what is art, but we are very big, because we can stand up and isolate ourselves from the majority, Agnès said.

Beyond the words that describe the two or the film they did is the fact that they are two cool human beings that seem to, first and foremost, care about honesty. Beyond everything, though, the joy of bumping into people like Agnès and JR is just as great as the joy my mom and I felt throughout the documentary. With and about people. As the joy of looking forward to get home and, quietly at peace, savour the moments of discovering them. Agnès and JR.

Inside Out, JR

Women are heroes, Brazil, JR

Women are heroes, JR

The standing march, Pantheon, Paris, JR

Revelation!

 

Each time I wore cat ears, I literally felt like a cat I would like. And this might not be important because the important part here is that a – let’s say – “fashion” accessory can make you feel stuff if you just pay attention. Can make you feel like a cat. Like Mickey Mouse.

And why is that important?

To notice if you pay attention. To your imagination or the stuff you dress your body in. An imagination that tells you things about yourself, your dreams, your wishes and then makes you smile. A body you must very well know, a body that would love the things you dress it in and then make you want to dance.

Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.

Albert Einstein

The ears not only made me smile or dance, they made me smile like a cat, dance like a cat (that is if I ever were to see a cat dancing). A cat I would like, because cats are not always nice, nice like most dogs usually are.

Everything connects sometimes or is it always? Or is it only a rule?

Rules… They definitely don’t work for everyone the same way (that is if they ever work in any way). Or is it more about the rules that are not that cool all the time? Rules are cool when rules are cool.

Cool.

In life and fashion. The earlier ***the most important part here is that*** is because it is the passion for style rather than fashion that got me started this, started this and here we are – myself writing, yourself reading.

In fact, the most important thing ***outside fashion and everything*** is you paying attention. Man, it feels nice! It makes you feel stuff, you feel like playing, you enjoy life, you look at the sky, you like to kiss, you like what you do, you bump into who you like and then you like to be free together.

Man!

You know what I meant when I said passion for style rather than fashion and here’s a connection. Style means going deeper and going deeper means paying attention and attention almost always means love. Even for fashion, yes. Saying it is shallow means you are not paying attention and have never worn a pair of cat ears. Or is it just me? I don’t know, but I like it and if you like it, too, we should meet.

Until then, I will continue to write and you will, hopefully, continue to read, meow!

Next time you wear anything, just pay attention, look at the sky, lose it with the ***who you like*** and then the world will become a clearer place. We’ll know it’s love when it feels true, true as very few cats are.

Mickey Mouse refuses to be the stereotype of a mouse. Jerry refuses to be the stereotype of a mouse. They are the mice they enjoy being. We all are who we enjoy being.

Jack Antonoff Is One Of Us Believers

 

You just want to find that one song that really touches you. When you do, you have a split second of release. It’s insanely competitive and ambitious, so much to the point that it drives you a little crazy, but the trick is to stay only competitive with yourself, because nothing else matters. I just know that if you let yourself be inspired by others and stay really competitive with yourself, there’s a lot you can discover.

It is very rare that I can not take my eyes off of a man rather than of a woman. I know, I feel you. Jack Antonoff caught them – the eyes – after he managed to caught my ears one Friday evening over home cleaning and MTV LIVE playing in the background.

Chemistry. You can not put up with that no matter who catches what. Or who. What?

Someone must be having fun writing in the stars.

I was peacefully wiping the shelves and everything prior to simply turning on the tv on MTV, holding on to that LIVE near that MTV sign. Somewhere in that very distant thought, I wished for that LIVE to represent the ***LIVE*** I am always craving for. But you know, I continued the wiping and everything. ***Oh yeah!***

It is just recently that I came across the channel and now I want the sweatshirt with the funky MTV sticker on. Back in my mind – that is – because I never bought it in the end, considering myself a VH1 (until a couple of years ago when it started to get nasty) chick post being an MTV one.

But that LIVE, man…

And that man. Haha.

It was long before me finding out about him being – back in the days – Lena Dunham’s boyfriend. And I liked Girls, so I like Lena. Nevertheless, it is Jack that got me writing this now. Or him being a song writer and producer for Lorde, or Pink, or Taylor Swift.

It’s the style and I don’t even mean clothing. Yet! It matters, too.

But what do I mean, right?

It is this performance that made me turn my head towards the tv.

…After minutes of just listening without looking while overthinking everything, basically, while cleaning. On a Friday evening. I know. It was already dark outside. What? Well, it’s that. Moment of the day when it feels right sometimes.

I didn’t know what was on MTV LIVE when I turned it on. I just saw LIVE and I just saw UNPLUGGED and I knew. But little did I know then though.

I heard his voice at first. Clean. No muss, no fuss. It was somewhere in another very distant thought you don’t pay attention to at first. But then he sang. The band played. The audience intervened and suddenly I wished I were there. I stopped from cleaning and listened and sang and, most importantly, danced.

Slowly nodding.

Coincidence or not, the name of the band Jack Antonoff is the front man, writer and producer of is Bleachers. And I was cleaning my new, very me home.

The stars.

So, Jack Antonoff is someone I randomly heard on MTV LIVE, the channel I bumped into and threw a party for it in my soul for it is the channel that presumably airs live shows ***oh yeaaah!*** and glimpsed towards. I sat and not only listened and nodded, but also watched and instantly wanted to hug. Wanted to be friends with.

Little did I know then yet again. While writing this and being super excited about it and not being sure whether to look at the fireworks inside or at the words being typed outside, at some point, everything around froze. It was when Jack talked and it felt like he was literally talking to my mind and I knew I needed to be fully present.

This is not a groupie speaking. It’s just that when I really like someone, I tend to fall in love. The people I’m most concerned about are the people that are paying attention. That’s all that matters. Precisely these are the people I like. Love. I want to know more through their art, at first, obviously, but then through interviews also or talks in my living room (haha). Fun, genuine talks. Real, imaginary.

Raw.

The process is exactly the same. So that’s why I don’t like to be in really big studios; I like to be in a home studio or the hotel on tour. And to be honest, nothing I did had any team involved. I made my records at home. The Lorde and St. Vincent and Taylor and Pink were just made with the artists. There were no focus groups, no test audience. If I had the same year and less people noticed it, I would still feel pretty great about those albums. I love those albums. They mean a lot to me, and I loved making them. There’s no need to change that. There’s no better way to do it. There’s no first class of writing.

Rollercoaster.

The only way to make someone invest emotions into any kind of art is to succeed in understanding that something that felt so not understandable by that someone.

Then I later on read in an interview:

It’s like your first panic attack. The first time you get a panic attack, most people think they’re literally having a stroke or a heart attack. They think they’re dying because they’ve never felt that way before. Whereas no one remembers the first time their knee hurt, because who gives a shit? So, I think that is the feeling of having interesting collaborative relationships that work. You find another person that understands this thing that you feel is not understandable. That’s also the feeling, to be honest, when one person or a billion people like or connect with a song you wrote. You get this moment of clarity that makes the world feel a little more connected. 

You find another person that understands this thing that you feel is not understandable.

Mm, just like in life.

Then I later on saw this another live act and did my yoga routine on. Am I weird? Guess so.

– Hands in the air –

I only have a problem when the mainstream assumes that we’re stupid. So, if you hear a song or watch a TV show that you think is stupid, I think, essentially, you feel bad because the creator of that thought you are stupid. […] But then when Daft Punk and Nile Rogers or Pharrell is on the radio and it sounds amazing and it’s a brilliant song we love hearing it at the airport because it makes us feel smart, because we are smart!

– Hands in the air –

Then it’s his discussion on shorts and since this is a website that started out of passion for fashion (a.k.a. style in OZ), this is the passion for fashion this websites salutes. The one you dug deeper for.

Passion, basically.

The audience is getting actually more than they bargained for. It’s a gift!

It’s passion.

The only way to master this is by totally being yourself. In every effing way. Otherwise, clothes are just clothes and fashion is just for the sake of fashionistas, but the eyes, chico, they never lie.

I never wrote songs because people wanted me to write songs or because the world said I was great at writing songs. I wrote songs because I felt like I had to say something and see if anyone else felt that way. When I started writing songs, it was for two friends. The feeling of playing a song for two friends and them saying, “Oh, I know what you’re talking about” is the same feeling as when the entire internet says, “I know what you’re talking about!”

Same.

Art (and love) is when you do your thing and forget about everything else. Get lost. Be free.

Art and business, just like love and fear really have nothing to do with each other. You can not make art because it’s good for business, you can not truly love when you you’re afraid. You can make the thing you’re excited about, you can be with the one that excites you. That’s the only way to be fair to people who are not only investing money, but also emotions into your art. That’s the only way to be fair to the one you love and loves you back.

I can only make the records I’m inspired to make, because if I’m not inspired to work on it and I work on it, why the fuck should anyone care? If I don’t care, why the fuck should anyone care?

Same.

If you want to just listen (when cleaning up, hooray!) here’s the link for the whole Unplugged gig (in case you’re just as weird as I am and have your own Youtube party whenever you feel like; do you want to meet?):

In the end, what matters most is to be with someone who loves like you do. Smiles freely when feeling or thinking of it.

Things shift and I think it’s an exciting opportunity to dig even deeper. 

One thing leads to another, so all you have to do is wish and honestly work for. This is how I discovered NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert.

 

Of course I finished up the cleaning sometime at night on that Friday. Enthusiastically.

 

PS: Watch out, a Friday is always just around the corner.

REAL. Lady Gaga and Howard Stern Are Two of The Very Few.

 

This is on Lady Gaga’s newest Netflix documentary, older and superb interview with Howard Stern and Howard Stern’s everything and film, Private Parts.

… Is one version of the intro.

Live life on the edge, halfway between heaven and hell and let’s all dance in the middle, in purgatory, Lady Gaga a.k.a. Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.

… Is another version of the intro.

When minds and souls of the same character and charisma come together, not only synergy is being created, but also the world seems to become a better place to be. Both for those witnessing and for the minds and souls of the same character and charisma.

Lady Gaga and Howard Stern.

I believe in doing what you like in life. It makes you a better person. First, because you’d struggled to get to that what (and the struggle always makes you go through stuff that definitely makes you grow) or have been (you just can’t settle and the sweet and sour struggle is your middle name) figuring out what is that what. And, secondly, because once you’d just started to wonder, you’d already become a better person.

Just like with clothes. They do have the ability to make you feel better. Come on, you most certainly can think of at least one combo of yours that made you fly one day or, moreover, you’d figured out what is it that makes you better and fly and you wear that all the time. It is called style and it is similar to finding that what that you like.

In purgatory.

Theoretically, this is how we grow up, but in fact I think that this is just an excuse for us to get out in the world and play. We do the homework and then we play for as much as we want to. I mean why the fuck not? We only live once and most of it in our heads and you know the drill, make sure it’s a nice place to be. Just like the world.

So there’s the what we love doing, there’s the style and then there are the things that light up fireworks inside.

One of the coolest experiences I have lately experienced was going live on a radio show. With the heart full of fireworks in my lungs. Yes. It was something that I have always wanted to try out ever since I was a kid and saw Private Parts.

It’s one of my all time favourite autobiographical stories. Being true to your heart at all times definitely can not only get you to mental orgasms, but also the people around you. Literally for Howard Stern, metaphorically for the most of us.

Years later, when Lady Gaga attended Howard Stern’s show, in 2011 while on The Monster Ball Tour, fireworks popped out of the magic the two created. Beware, it might aim your heart! 👇🏻

It is pretty often that I play things like 👆🏻 in the background when at home and this is how OZ is being created.

True to your heart. Once true to your heart, always true to your heart.

Orgasms (above).

Multiple, just like in Private Parts. The first orgasm is made out of one of the best love relationships I have ever seen: Howard Stern + Alison Stern. The second is made out of one of the best work relationships: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers. The third is made out of Alison and Robin’s personalities. The forth one is made out of the best, the funniest, no muss no fuss relationships: Howard Stern + Fred Norris. The fifth is made out of the best chemistry at work: Howard Stern + Robin Quivers + Fred Norris + Gary Dell’Abate. On one hand.

On the other hand, there’s Lady Gaga, real as ever – the reason behind her ability to have worn whatever it was she dreamt of, regardless of comments or praises back in the days. However, now Joanne looks different in Gaga: Five Foot Two. She plays and sometimes hurts herself, yet she continues to play and be Gaga.

Be real:

It all goes back to me, loving who I am. 

I have integrity.

This business is full of the most fake ass mother fuckers you will ever meet and they will sit here and kiss your ass and then the minute that you have no more ratings on your show, they don’t want to talk to you anymore. 

  👉🏻 Once Gaga, always Gaga. 👈🏻

We grow up and let things make us grow just so we can feel as kids again. The wiser we feel we become, the more playfully we allow ourselves to live.

To dance.

Stefani and Howard dance, you bet! Lady Gaga broke record with Monster Ball Tour (one of the top 10 highest-grossing tours of all time) for Debut Headlining Artist. Howard Stern leads the pack as the world’s highest-paid radio show host. They are both real and do what they love.

And have done two more interviews since the first one in 2011.

Robbie Williams Feels

 

Now how to write this to be as entertaining as the show was? Should show some balls, lots of teeth and a blonde crest. Sing the lungs out right through your speakers. Join a band. Get out if it. Then get fat. Then thin, then fat again. Go to rehab and get fat again and thin again. And then write “Angels”.

And then, maybe then, this would come close to the entertainment Robbie delivered last night, in Bucharest. Nope, not even then! And not ever. Because there’s only one Robbie!

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But “Love supreme” is a 15 years old song. So what? Don’t you want to hear all (ALL would be perfect, perfect af!) the songs you’ve grown up to? You don’t? You bet you do! I don’t care he hasn’t released anything new yet as long as he (HE!) is just going to sing “Feel” or “No regrets” right in front of me. Are you f*cking kidding me? Well, you might and that’s cool, too. F*ck you. Jk.

It (this “Let me entertain you” tour) has to be his way into our hearts again (that’s in case he ever left any), right before he releases an album and kicks it again! Yes, he can!

Concerts are fucking awesome!

There’s an unique vibe that you can only find in concerts. And it’s the only place you can stay with your hands up for two whole hours and dance and scream the fuck out of your stomach all together. When, on what planet, under what circumstances could you ever listen to “Wonderwall” (!!!) or “Still haven’t found what I’m looking for” (!!!) or “Back for good” (!!!) covered by Robbie? Only if you’re married to the guy. And you’re not! I know, boo-f-hoo!

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This covers thing is a whole new trend. It’s cool to see, though, everyone singing everyone’s songs. Music brings people together. Think about it! When listening. When looking. When dancing. When dreaming. When flying. When whatever.

However, music is magic!

Robbie is all about confidence. And attitude. And fun. Maybe you would’ve said “And ego”. But last night, after he pulled out “Bohemian Rhapsody” and absorbed all that love (for Queen, not for him) together with you in front of the gods (Queen)… I say “And love!”. And humbleness. Robbie-Williamsness.

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He is funny. The coolest. Yet, have you ever paid attention to his (written-by-himself) lyrics? Paid attention, not just listened to (you can find it below).

Yet, there is nothing more difficult than explaining humour. Nothing more boring, either. Humour is very particular, it has its own colour, brain and culture.

He can show us his butt (I can totally resonate with it, I did it all the time to my brother then laugh by myself out loud through the way back to my room) and sing “Feel” like there is no tomorrow.

“No regrets” was my last night’s favourite. And “Angels”. And everything. Fuck it.

Regardless, mom, I am not talking with fucking all the time. Robbie was! Last night.

PS: “Casa poporului” never looked better.

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“Feel”

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans
My head speaks a language
I don’t understand

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
I don’t wanna die
But I ain’t keen on living either
Before I fall in love
I’m preparing to leave her

Scare myself to death
That’s why I keep on running
Before I’ve arrived
I can see myself coming
I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
Cos I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
And I need to feel
Real love and the love ever after
I can not get enough

I just wanna feel
Real love feel the home that I live in
I got too much love
Running through my veins
To go to waste

I just wanna feel
Real love and the love ever after
There’s a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It’s a real big place

Come and hold my hand
I wanna contact the living
Not sure I understand
This role I’ve been given
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand
Not sure I understand

“No Regrets”

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not enstranged

I didn’t lose my mind it was
Mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away…

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Sing me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside
We looked good for eachother
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother

I don’t want to hate but that’s
All you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I’d feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you it was a real blast

No regrets they don’t work
No regrets they only hurt
Write me a love song
Drop me a line
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

Everything I wanted to be every
Time I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me and
Everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you
For a while
Then it passes by me and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is
Officially dead

Written by Cristina Pavelescu