March 13, 2011

Waves: Brassaï, Apollonia

As I already once said, my visit to Israel thought me the value of a beautiful hair. Last weekend I met X, who has an amazing hair. Everybody is asking her all the time if she is Arab or Israeli, and she told me how a Persian guy has been the only person from Middle East who has touched her hair: and she noticed a very particular way of caressing it, not known in Europe or the Americas. Now I got curious about how Middle East people privately relate to hair!


Brassaï, Untitled [Futurist hair creation by Antoine] (1930)


Apollonia van Ravenstein (1965)

March 12, 2011

Eroticism

Mario Vargas Llosa is one of the numerous authors who has written about the eroticism, as opposite to pornography. In an interview he defined it: "El erotismo es perfectamente definible: es un enriquecimiento del amor físico con ayuda de la imaginación".


Helmut Newton | Willy Ronis

March 11, 2011

Perrear

I refer to this sosias.

In Mexico, we make a verb out of the noun 'perro' ('dog'): 'perrear', meaning a guy showing interest for a girl.



March 10, 2011

Gute Laune Photographie


The German concept 'Gute Laune Musik' refers to those songs which you listen to when you are in a good mood or, occasionally, when you want to get rid of that bothering gray mood. The idea of making playlists according to your mood seems to me fantastic!

These days I discovered the most excellent 'Gute Laune Photograph', a guy delivering all the time good mood pictures. Forget about the dramatic and heaviness of Robert Capa or the Borgesian perfection of Cartier-Bresson or the classical stillness of Atget or... I was familiar with his car pictures, but his whole work is a canto to happiness.

"I was born happy, that helps, doesn't it?", said once Jacques-Henri Lartigue. It makes the whole difference, specially if your parents are rich. If you are these days in Madrid, you definitely have to visit the exhibition at La CaixaForum.




Not straight: Lartigue, Cartier-Bresson, Winogrand


Jacques-Henri Lartigue, Buc: Zissou dans le vent de l'hélice de l'aéroplane Esnault-Pelterie (1911)


 Henri Cartier-Bresson, Alberto Giacometti (1961)


Garry Winogrand, [Title?] (1968)

What can you do for your country?

Carlos Slim made it, again, to the summit of the ranked richest men in the world.

Being his biggest fan, Slim has the biggest collection in the world of objects related to Khalil Gibran. Gibran was a poet, thinker and artist from Lebanon, and allegedly he is the third poet who has sold more than anybody else. He became extremely popular in the 1960s, even John Lennon and David Bowie became 'inspired' by him.

And even John F. Kennedy! For his first speech as a President he paraphrased a quotation of Gibran's book The New Frontier: "Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you or a zealous one asking what can you do for your country?". Kennedy said: "Ask not what your country can do for you -- ask what you can do for your country".

I hope that Slim will not only collect Gibran's stuff, but also reflect about his sayings.

Foto: Chris Goodney/Bloomberg

March 6, 2011

Topless: Jean Fouquet, Helmut Newton





Jean Fouquet invented the miniature painting and painted this Madonna with angels (1450), which for me resembles a perfect depiction of "pre-modern" women: in her role of perfect, Christian mother. Huizinga pointed out the truth: Fouquet was in love with Agnès Sorel, so he portraited her as Mary to undercover his erotic paiting, since Agnès was the mistress of the King. So voilà! A mixture of religious fervor and erotic desire.

The second image is a portrait of Kylie Bax taken by Helmut Newton (1996). It represents a modern woman, also an object of desire, but full of that 'sort' of consciousness that Germans call 'Selbstbewusst', which for me is a mixture of (internal) consciousness and (external) awareness at the same time. This modern woman is emancipated, has no child, drinks alcohol, wears a cocktail dress, and is surrounded by no angels, but by mundane possessions.

"Presunto Culpable"

I have spent very fertile days in Madrid, meeting E, who is absolutely committed to do something for Mexico (beyond T.S. Eliot et al). And then, 'coincidentally', Yaotzin suggested me to watch a powerful documentary film called "Presunto Culpable" (with English subtitles).


It is the story of an innocent guy put in jailed. Two middle-high-class young lawyers making a Ph.D. in Berkeley worked in the case for two years, shooting and participating actively in the defense. When you watch this film, you just cannot believe how infinite the reign of corruption and non-common sense is. All the evidence to declare this guy is there, on the table. There is no evidence at all to declare him guilty, and still he is in jail.

In Mexico, things work the other way round: you are not innocent until they proved you guilty, but you are guilty all the time, and it is your own job to prove yourself innocent.

The system really sucks!

And guess what? The documentary film was just banned out of theaters this week by one of these corrupted judges!

In this case, I can feel there is another reason for keeping this guy in jail: Mexico is a terribly racist society. Racism there is called 'clasism': racism among social classes. And of course, it has to do with the color of the skin. Risking a generalization: if you are white (güerito), you belong to a better social class than if you are tanned (moreno), being the indigenous people (indígenas) the lowest class. This has a geographical distribution: North, Center, South.

So, in this case, the Judge is moreno and feels provoked by the young lawyers and filmmakers, who are güeritos. And that is called Justice! What a shit!

Presunto Culpable is now a NGO helping innocent people to get out of jail.

March 5, 2011

A real beauty!

Rosa Montes (1898-1930)

March 4, 2011

Resting: Vivian Maier, Izis Bidermanas

Chicago (19??)


Sur les quais de la Seine (1949)


Hands: Picasso, Marilyn



Picasso by Robert Doisneau (1952)


Marilyn by Milton H. Greene (1956)
(This pic is also lovely)


T.S. Eliot on Waiting

Flagged to me by E two days ago in a taxi while driving through Madrid, an excerpt of T.S. Eliot's second quartet, East Coker:

[...]
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought

[...]

Touching image of children waiting for hope in London (1940) after a Nazi raid


March 3, 2011

Madrid


So far, I have spent two days in Madrid. What a charming city! I always criticize it a lot, but when I come here and meet my friends, then I just fall in love with Madrid again. 

I have met very nice and interesting people, we have talked about amazing projects, I tried new food like pheasant, discovered a the work of Manuel Vilariño, which made me recall Gerhard Richter (plagiarism?) and Elliot Erwitt, trolled around, talked about Borges, Octavio Paz, St. Augustin, Neruda and the relative who caused a major crisis in La Habana during the 1998 War against Spain. It is still chilly, but food and bars are just great.

No doubt that I love Berlin, the best city in the world, but Spaniards are just closer to me than Germans: a whole different atmosphere in the city. People communicate with each other, laugh and yell and make jokes...

Elliot Erwitt, Florida keys (1968) 

Manuel Vilariño, Sula bassana (1985)


Gerhard Richter, Kerze mit Schadel (1983)


Manuel Vilariño, El despertar (2001)

March 1, 2011

Mi Berlinale 2011



El Blog del cine de "Letras Libres" acaba de publicar mis notas acerca de la Berlinale de hace unos días.

El highlight de la nota es mi error de haberle cambiado el nombre a Ingmar Bergman y, con ello, también el sexo. Apúrese a leer el texto antes de que los editores desfagan el entuerto.

Theoklept Xerox von Googleberg-Münchhausen

The cheater quit!

What a relieve... It was efficient and fast, and I am glad about it. The specialists will analyze the impact of internet not only in the Arab revolts, but also in the Copy&Paste&Delete affair...

His homepage's lemma is: "Verantwortung verpflichtet". If anything, I really cannot stand hypocrisy!

Most probably, a guy who is having a hard time with binoculars can hardly had written a dissertation.

But the bottom line for many of us is: When are going to be our democracies so mature, like the German one? 





Fotos: Life

February 27, 2011

Backs: Rodin, Klimt, Bernhard, Qu Lei

Auguste Rodin, Danaid



Gustav Klimt, Study



Ruth Bernhard, At the pool

Qu Lei Lei, Femme assise


February 24, 2011

"Do I count as a woman?"

Audrey Hepburn first appeared in a feature movie as a KLM stewardess in Nederlands in zeven lessen. It was 1948 and she was just 18 years old. You can watch the complete movie online or the clip here, where she appears.



Three years later she had her second appearance, also very short, is as a cigar girl in Laughter in Paradise, where she brilliantly asked: "Do I count as a woman?"...



In 1954 she got her first Oscar for Roman Holiday. It is impossible to embed the whole clip with Gary Cooper announcing the nominees from Mexico, which is really funny, but at least you it is possible to add her speech-clip here.



February 23, 2011

On British irony



"(...) and I'm sure I'm not an innellekchewl, at least, as a fella like you might think of one..."

"Yes, I'm sure you're not", murmured Howard. He found that his [British] accent caused a delayed reaction in certain Americans. It was sometimes the next day before they realized how rude he had been to them.

Zadie Smith, On Beauty, 116

La Rosa


Last night I was discussing with some friends a Jean Kilbourne video, where she criticizes the social pressure upon women due to imposed aesthetical categories.

I woke up thinking of La Rosa. It is a short story published in the "Gazette von San Vito" by a little girl of Trieste, Monica Favaretto, in May 1973. Claudio Magris discovered it and published it in his marvelous book Danube:
La Rosa era felice. Andava d'accordo con gli altri fiori. Un giorno, la Rosa si senti appasita e stava per morire. Vide un fiori di carta e gli disse:

- Che bella rosa sei!
- Mai io sono un fiore di carta.
- Ma sai che sto per morire?

La Rosa era morta e non parló più.

A rough translation to English:
The Rose was happy. She got on well with all the other flowers. One day the Rose felt that she was wilting and about to die. She saw a paper flower and said to her:

- ¡What a lovely rose you are!’
- But I am a paper flower. 
– But don’t you realize I am dying? 

The Rose was already dead and spoke no more.

 Foto: Isabeli Fontana by Tom Munro (2008)

February 21, 2011

Zadie Smith dixit

I finally started reading "On Beauty", an amazing novel by cute Zadie Smith. Did more than 100 pages in one seating, and just cannot stop reading it further. It is witty and wise, the perfect combination.



"Time is how you spend your love".

"Considering things too much, all the time, was the definition of who he was".

"It is easy to mistake a woman for a philosophy..."

"'Too much recording -- try living', she suggested softly".


Foto: Vivian Maier

February 20, 2011

"Everything is Illuminated" Reloaded

There is this Russian guy using the nickname Nikolai Krestinsky (this was the real Nikolai, a serious troskyst), who got very inspired in May 2005 and wrote two awesome book reviews on (American!) Amazon. I wonder if JonFen ever read them. Don't hesitate to check them up!


"When i first come to America, my english did cause me problems. In Soviet Russia i was strong teacher, my english i know is the best in all of Petropavlovsk. My brother, Mikhail, he say to me, "Nikolai you go to America, they make you rich like czar, take many woman as lover, kill many bear". My brother, he is very wise, is greatest toymaker in all of Russia. So next day i wake up, sell my house, say goodbye to wife and children, and go to America to become millionaire. Then in America, I go to job interview and they say to me "Nikolai, you are not for the job here, you are not the skills we need, your english is poor like child". I take that man and smash his table, i say "someday i will be greatest man in all of country, your children will wish me their father!". That day my anger is best of me. It is then i know i must learn better english, so i buy book "English Grammer it is for Dummies" by Mr.Woods. Now i am perfect english grammer! I write letter to Mikhail, he write back "Nikolai, your english is like a god, you will be millionaire soon! all of Petropavlovsk is proud for you! good luck brother! please send letter when you are president or maybe even czar! Hahaha! also, your wife is killed by bear". So i say thanks to Mr.Woods for his book! When i am czar your family will be spared! Hahahaha! (is joke)". 



"I wish this book i had when i was living in Russia. My wife, she is worst cook in all of Petropavlovsk! Day after day it is borsk for breakfast, borsk for lunch, borsk for dinner! is always same thing! i say to her "Svetlana, man can not live on borsk alone!" is too much to ask for occasional bear meat pie or goat and beet stew? I work all day long in barrel factory, and come home so hungry i could eat a thousand kilos of boar meat! when we are first married she is greatest bear hunter in all of Petropavlovsk, she kill so many bear, in village they call her Lobanov-Rostovsky which loosely translates to "the killer of many bearcubs who feels no sadness for their mothers". My brother Mikhail, he is very wise, he says woman is most beautiful when she is dragging bear corpse into home. Long ago she is very attractive woman, built like American actress Rosie O'Donnel, years later she is all bones and skin from too much borsk. It is unpleasant to have relations. Perhaps if she have "Betty Crocker pictures of food book" she would cook me a "creamy tuna casserole", then maybe i not leave her in russia with children and come to America, and she would not be killed by bear! Hahaha! Alas, is not possible to go backwards in time to deliver cookbook. Thank you Dr.Crocker, your food it is delicious, but you are too late to save my wife from bear". 

February 19, 2011

Real love

In La llama doble, Octavio Paz, partially elaborating on L'amour et l'Occident, a book by Denis de Rougemont., draws a history of love One important idea of Paz is that "real love" began in the 12th Century, in Provençe, France.

At that time, Provençe (together with Aquitania, the land of my ancestors) constituted a wider region called Occitania. This is important because the Occitan language is responsible for developing the "courtly love" (fin'amor), invented by the troubadours.

According to Paz (and at some extent to de Rougemont, whose work I am not familiar with), "real love" began thanks to the troubadours, since they were the first ones who understood "woman" as a being equal to man. Before them, women were taken as inferior, merely as receptors of men, not as equivalents. This idea succeeded and started spreading around Europe in the following centuries.

I was looking forward to attend a concert (basically this one), but it turned out to be very different to what I was expecting. Honestly, it was bad and boring, and not as interesting as I was expecting it to be.


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