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There are some genius people out there, and Michel Camilo is one of them. So effortless he plays (i mean looks so) and so fabulous he sounds. He creates almost cartoon like visions, where it becomes impossible to catch his hands clearly, instead you see shades of his hands moving around. 

So, if you can, just go see him play. And unlike us, dance…

The other day, we attended a talk by the sound artist Lars Kynde. He is a musician who both designs new musical instruments, composes for them, and also designs the notation as well. I really enjoyed the story behind his designs and music. In general I find the avant garde music a bit dull and not engaging enough. The thinking behind it on the other hand is more interesting to me as it encourages me also to think about the dynamics of music, which I believe we kind of take for granted, how each instrument produces a sound, what kind of soundscapes they are capable of, and how the material choice effects all these things. On the other hand, “the normal music”, especially for me classical or jazz, can be so captivating that I don’t really give a damn about the story behind it, but I just feel it. 

Speaking of feeling the music, listen to this:

Diana Vreeland: The Eye Has To Travel

we saw this documentary last week. really interesting, influential, inspiring and strong woman. apparently she meant a lot for the fashion world as the documentary clearly puts forward.

so i liked the documentary cause it was informative, but i thought it lacked a diverse perspective. i think it is quite common in these kinds of documentaries, they mainly focus on the people who know “the subject” and they mainly keep praising “the subject”. However, i think, especially in this case, where it is claimed that she kind of shaped the fashion through her work both in HB, Vogue, and the costume museum, then maybe we should listen a couple of ordinary people commenting on that. For instance, there  is one scene where she is quoted something like this “i want the 8 year old girl from Harlem to jump up and down when she sees this exhibition”, which suggests that it is very important for her to influence or connect with the reader or the audience. In another words, it is the main purpose of her work, so why not talking to some ordinary people and how reading her magazines or visiting her exhibitions effected them. So in this sense, i’ve found it very weak.

but do watch, she is kind of unique, reminded me of my mother and my sister in some ways, and i thought about my mother’s foreign fashion and sewing magazines, which she collected over the years…

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Bon Voyage

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in my mother’s last days we listened to this song so many times.

i used to love this song, now it became even more special, the song of my mother’s departure for me. 

i think of you dear my mother all the time, even when i look like i am doing sth else, you are always in my mind.

today it has been 4 weeks. 

time does not help at all.

It has been 2 weeks since my mother passed away.

It is so weird. Finally that day came, it happened, and already it has been 2 weeks.

I miss her. 

today i did my best to catch the bank that closes at 16.00 and just made it in time literally 15.59.59. They were just about to lock the doors when i said pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase may i come in. 

the shorter opening hours for everything is one of the things i find very difficult to adapt in Denmark. Yet, when looked to the bigger picture i know that it is much nicer for everyone. you have time for yourself, your family and your friends. your work (which you dont have to love all time) doesnt take up all your life, as a result you are happier and nicer to people around you.

so, i like it, even though sometimes that makes me run around with my terrible fitness situation, and leaves me breathless.

i love the “wind” in the films. it totally takes me there, to that moment, to that place and to many other occasions i experienced a breeze of wind. not the sun, not the rain, not the cold, not the snow, but the wind…

The red thread of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

i like finding out similarities between different cultures. I think this myth is also available in Turkish culture since in engagement ceremonies the couple wear engagement rings tied to each other with a red ribbon. Well, we used to live in the Middle Asia once upon a time next to China, so it makes sense.

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DOGTOOTH

really good film!

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