Saturday, November 29, 2008

Women Transparent Bra

reflection, REALITY' DISTORTED: THE DOUBLE LIFE OF VERONICA



scenes The Double Life of Veronique (Poland / France, Krzysztof Kieslowski, 1991, Irène Jacob) reflect a soft light, amber. Reminiscent of old sepia photographs, images, sharp-edged but faded. So impressive, although difficult to place precisely at a time and place.
Indeterminacy the flow of events, a vague feeling that the present and the past are based, the sense of déjà vu, are the feelings that we experience through the experience of the protagonist. He lives in Poland, is a particular student of music, decided to sing even under a heavy rain that scares away the entire choir, or at a hearing that was not to take part. It seems not to understand, Veronica, of being in the wrong time and place.
you hear it, but it is not fully aware, as in the scene where the landscape looks through a small glass sphere surface that can not interact with reality, but reflects it, doubles. She, too, in fact, warns is not unique.


Veronica fact, there is another in France, yet different scenario eerily similar, as the two characters. The second has the passions of the first, and also feels the influence of another life on their own.
His awareness is greater, however: he lives a kind of unconscious anticipation that differs from the Polish sister, feels that he has already lived in another time and another place not too far away.
Without realizing it, she foreshadows the events that you have already experienced from weathering ego strong past experience of his double, wins a degree of control over the unfolding of events, just enough to change the outcome.
A film that disrupts the space-time, an experience of abandonment in the world as possible.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Baldder Weakness And Premiture

Soland "on tour". s.ignazio villa. Thurs 11 December 2008

yessssirrrrr

a new projection for our film "Soland!

... and this time will be the final version! can we say? we say hugh?

with a master stroke of the volunteers of the center Astalli we entered into the program of the exhibition "To be there - Rights of Man" (found on the site www.essercionline.it clicking on "relay"), with our growing current issue of asylum.

is above all an opportunity to meet again in the final version, and those who had not had the opportunity to see "Soland" to barycentro.

Let us all because there will be an opportunity to showcase the group that made the film, and the route taken together. that for technical reasons we could not do during the first full screening at barycentro.

why we are all invited to the screening of Soland for

THURSDAY 'December 11 20:45
Salon Villa S. Ignatius - At Via Trento Laste 22

You have transportation problems? Do not know where you will find Villa S. Ignatius?
Good! Do not we have between us!

joke ... come on! for any info or call or write to giovanicreativi@alice.it smsate at 347.0643484.

Do not lose heart: Soland is back!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

What Are People That Do Laser Hair Removal Called





sitting, waiting for my turn at the post office, I reflected on the rhythm of boredom. The sweat was now frozen in the armpits, traumatized by the air conditioning. The stomach intuzione contract for the wait would be long.
watched the sadistic regularity and quiet of the place. The automatic door is opened and closed periodically vibrating over and over, each time swallowing blocks of hot air. A cluster of yellow and blue metallic cold prevailed on furniture.
Mainly reflects the presence of the square, the king of all the shapes that made up the room of that office. Chairs square, lined up and sorted, as we waited. Tunes square on wallpaper, grigini but unmistakable. Unambiguous boxes in the brochures collected together with forms, notice boards, rectangular. Big square above our heads on the ceiling.
The muffled silence gave way to cries out of tune just a machine that marked the shift. Ticking of shoes on linoleum gray, shiny reflections of the faint and flickering glow of neon. Users responded to treble the faint voices of employees, beyond the glass doors. Small pieces of paper crumpled and abandoned lay with wads of dust in some desolate corner.