Kids Clothes That Rock!

When I walked by the display of L'enfant du Rock in the Mega Bazar Ludica in Curitiba I just had to stop. Seriously, my kids someday will wear rock'n roll clothes.


Aqui estão fotos da confecção L'enfant du Rock que expôs suas peças infantis (que arrasaram) no Mega Bazar Lúdica Já falei em inglês e repito em português: quero que meus filhos um dia usem roupas assim- bem roqueiras! 

L'enfant du Rock
http://www.misscecile.com.br/


And, as always, a song to go along with the post...
E, como sempre, uma música para acompanhar o post...

Pelo Centro

Não sei por que, mas esses dias estou menos inspirada com as palavras e mais com as imagens. 


Aqui vai algumas fotos que tirei no centro de Curitiba e uma música para acompanhar...

Banca de Frutas

A Paisagem do Cotidiano

O Vendedor de Pipoca

Kit de Guardador de Carro

Vanguart
http://www.myspace.com/vanguart

Deixa Vir O Verão

A banda é de São Luís do Maranhão. 

Last Days at Home

What is home? Do you only have one? Does it ever change?

The way I see it, I have two homes. My first home is the house I was raised. The dark red walls and the endless green will always be my home until the day I walk in the door and don't have that indescribable feeling of warmth, comfort, and happiness all at once. But then my other home is the home I'm presently cementing; now it's the college dorm, later an apartment, and much later a house.

Dedicado ao meu amor a minha casa.
Dedicated to the love I have for my house.

E abaixo uma musica muito boa da banda Publica, de Porto Alegre, que vai bem com a foto=)

Hanging Women

The more we take pictures the less we know what's 'good'. 


With digital photography we can take 200 pictures at once, but rarely do we ever think about the picture we were taking. Before, with analogical cameras you couldn't waste a shot. I'm not saying that the digital evolution is bad, but now I feel it's harder to chose what is 'good'. The worst is that from all the pictures, many times we chose the 'wrong' ones to work on because of a lost sense of quality. 


What we consider "good" and "bad" photography is relative to our culture, our studies, and our perception. But I can't stand saying that everything is relative. Throughout time and through the works of knowledgeable people there is now a consensus of artistic value. Maybe not even a consensus but a conversation. 


Below are some pictures by the Brazilian photographer Nati Canto. 

  

For more pictures from her series Hanging Women check out 
http://www.naticanto.com/
or
http://www.olhave.com.br/perspectiva/?p=765


What I love about these pictures is the anonymity of these women. They hang individually in different places but are united by hopelessness and gender.


And a song to go along with the post...

Futebol? Ah, isso é modinha...

Estar no Brasil durante a Copa do Mundo é muito divertido (e olha que eu to em Curitiba!). Respiramos verde e amarelo. Por isso, é difícil e até engraçado pensar que teve gente (e gente muito culta) que duvidava o sucesso do futebol. 

Ué quem?

Nosso querido Graciliano Ramos, o escirtor de Vidas Secas.  

No livro Guia Politicamente Incorreto da Historia do Brasil, o autor LeandroNarloch relata que Ramos escreveu em uma crônica de 1921 que o futebol era moda passageira. Considerava o football um estrangeirismo que não combinava com a personalidade brasileira.

"Estrangeirices não entram facilmente na terra do espinho. O football, o boxe, o turfe, nada pega"

Ramos Ramos...essa foi bola para fora

What to write?

What to write? 
I don't know. 


We write what sticks to us. 
We write what we see.    
We write what we remember.
We write what we feel. 
We write what happened or what we wished had happened. 


And, in the end, we write what has already been written. Then, we start all over again.

Last Friday, the extremely talented Jose Saramago died. The Portuguese writer, journalist, poet, and screenwriter's most outstanding accomplishments include winning the Nobel Prize of Literature and having his novel turned into the movie "Blindness." (check out the trailer below)





Here are couple of his quotes that stuck with me:
"The wisest man I ever met in my whole life could not read or write," he said upon receiving the Nobel Prize in 1998, citing his grandfather, an illiterate.
                                        
"Death is the inventor of God"


"The only real progress is moral progress. The rest is simply having more or fewer goods."




"O homem mais sábio que conheci em toda a minha vida não sabia ler nem escrever", disse ao receber o Prêmio Nobel, em 1998, citando o avô, analfabeto.   


"A morte é a inventora de Deus."


"O único progresso verdadeiro é o progresso moral. O resto é simplesmente ter mais ou menos bens."




Dedicated to this post:


"We are all writers. Just some write and others don't."


"Somos todos escritores, só que alguns escrevem e outros não."