The tree is all decorated for the rest of the house is still missing half, but already you breathe that air romantic and hot only Christmas can give !!!!!
big news this year in the laboratory of Graziana : Saturday, November 20 come to visit the dear Patrick and Simona and we will teach the basics of patchwork.
A panel very easy, delicious to keep at home throughout the year.
bringing everything together (sewing machines, fabrics, cotton ,...)
you should carry a minimum sewing kit (thimble, scissors .. .) and a great desire to learn
a very old technique but still present!
Subscribe in many, site Graziana discover how easy and fun.
looks like a Cronenberg film, or a character come out Siberian education Nicolai Lilin.
other hand, is a Serb, probably leading to an armed nationalist came to be noticed by exploiting the national football team.
arrogant gaze and tattoos, a shaved head. 30 years old, he looks 10 more.
arms, tattoos that recall its origins, the Christian religion, battles Serbian nationalist pride.
frightens him.
called Ivan, and is the black heart of the Balkans, the ultranationalist, fascist, which then means.
around 10, driving home the other night, I was channel surfing between the direct and xfactor Marassi stadium.
while Ivan, hooded, with a T-shirt with the skull, cut fences undisturbed curve guests, while c ollovati yell shit at the microphone, while the smoke bombs fell into the field and no one knew what to do while the "fans" chanting the great Serbian serbia and their right to Kosovo, while the crying shit Stankovic, while Serbian players raised their arms with three fingers in tribute to the nationalist and Arkan's Tigers, while everything was happening This, on Raidue Marco Mengoni gave us a ballad mewed unbearably surrounded by a choreography of Luca Tommassini embarrassing.
here, then one thinks, this is the time I take the tv and throw it out the window.
what is more disgusting, the look of ivan or meowing Mengoni? What televoting, or Arkan's Tigers the young pusher?
one generates the other. and the other generates a.
the first thing that intrigued me is that face India in India, those with Freddy Mercury mustache and a tuft at the nick kamen.
the second thought was: but with a pitchfork that makes us so?
the third thought was: I listen and watch.
fourth thought was: has the face of a maniac.
fifth thought was: cool, eh!
the sixth thought: mo 'I unloading the disc, forget .
the seventh thought: fuck a great record.
yes, it's a great record. finally.
the sound of the 80 reported with a battery and a low drive that I always like the melody very much. the damage that air dark, right from the first 80 that I love. the sound that comes out from the excesses of the 70's punk and experimented for the first time with electronics. stuff that has created such joy division.
course, is a retro sound, but not old. has echoes of 30 years ago, but ts is modern in manipulating them.
is curious that another good album to do the same work, though larger and perhaps more confusing: Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti. I prefer twin shadow, which suddenly and unexpectedly jumps between disks finest heard this year.
expected to be a revolutionary film, chrstopher Nolan's new film with Leonardo DiCaprio and curious. has no beginning. and how it is repeated several times in the dialogue, you realize you're in a dream when you do not remember how did you get in the place that way.
I, frankly, dreams so realistic I've never done.
dream or reality? Life is a Dream? we live in a dream a dream of a dream? how many dreams the dreams we have to do to get in deeper? how many levels we need to get down with the elevators of the mind?
DiCaprio is good, there's nothing to say. The film keeps you glued for more than two hours of action. the steps are very confused (as in dreams?), the explanations do not understand ...
questions about why that character was found there at that time are many, as well as the basic idea, that of entry in the dreams of others to steal ideas, I feel vaguely surface. dreamer who? what role does the architect? how many people dream in the film? is all a dream?
films used to define the words that helium was used to define nevruz, his competitor who raped smells like teen spirit in the last episode of xfactor: a film is always somewhere in between disaster and triumph.
add: is a film poised between the Mincio and the masterpiece.
the turin I know, that of 90 years, the city is sad and stern, which hides in its depths underground life: there is nothing in embankments if Giancarlo and the CSA, There is coffee in Piazza Vittorio Elena is an old bar, the guys go to dance to the area and the larger ones in the big, and then to the palace. there is a league of furious, the area three roosters do not exist, the Roman quarter is infrequent, San Salvario is a place of racial battles. you go to drink the camel, or cairns at the brewery.
the turin Culicchia telling is that years of zero. and is an evolution of germs that could be seen in the 90's. the city of this book is that after the Olympics. turin is the drink was born between the end of 1990 and the beginning of 2000. is a city awash with drugs, exterior, faux happy, trendy, radical-chic to the grotesque. a city where every weekend there is a white night, an exhibition every day, every week a party to the walls to the sound of drugs and alcohol. a city where the alliance between politics and business development of the city operates. a city from the late Roman Empire, no satanic sects, but orgies involving DJs and assessors, wealthy businessmen and personalities of the "culture". There are Samuel and BOOST read it, the guy with the Littizzetto Africa Unite, the Herzigova, Davide Ferrario, Culicchia and children of notaries, dentists, primary and politicians.
a city like the other major Italian cities. as roma as milan. Development fake cultural vacuum, political image. privileges, bribes, drugs. White Nights.
disoriented, young people described by Culicchia Turin, spin freely. evenings on the walls, fringes, tattoos just above her ass, fake alternative.
the seeds of this stuff could be seen already in the 90's. children of rich people left to themselves in the pre-villone hill, even then drugged, and acids made of reeds, with parents addicted to meditation in Tibet, but slaves of luxury. ex-sessantottino, veterans of marriage in tatters, decadent nobles, courtiers of the Agnelli family. this strange intrigue among intellectuals, publishers, operaismo chic, aristocratic upper classes, has blossomed after the arrival of the dams, the Piedmont film commission, the Olympics, the school holden, in what is now throwing up all the flaws of a world plastic and empty. apparent development, no social base built. no identity emerged in the city, the city, following the collapse of the fiat. the only alternative to resemble milan. lapoelkanismo brought the absurdity in all its manifestations turin permeates social, political and cultural.
the book is sad, grotesque, sometimes comical in its tragedy. the back cover speaks of a framework woods of a city (although turin is not a metropolis) Italian. true.
excessive, apocalyptic, however, very close to reality, gc describes a world that we know well, and that appears each day in newspapers, in our lives.
from outside, my relationship with turin became visceral, as if it were a part of me that I like and I am disgusted at the same time. charming, magic, evil. simply, an ass hole from which escape.
