Crystal Antlers tonight!

These New Puritans

... can't wait!

Fuck Nicole... and The Teenagers!

...and so the long awaited Teenagers' gig has come and flown by. but let's put things in the right order: after a quick lunch with a friend - and in a desperate need of a strong coffee - I found my way through the crowd in FNAC looking for We Have Band's newly released album (btw I've seen them live last week and they've been simply amazing!!!), however on my way to the alternative music's corner who could I have seen in the middle of the store if not The Teenagers?!or in the very least 2/3 of them. Recovering from the shock I decided to reach them and ask for the forthcoming gig and I have to admit that my first impression wasn't that good: the guys seemed pretty confused, even annoyed by me, so after a few meaningless words I just went away, wondering why on earth their singer was so eager to find some new headphones right here in Milan. Anyway, around midnight me and my friends arrived at the club and were just a little surprised in finding it still closed (never ever trust an italian flier!); after a little queue we finally got in, finding the always dark and nasty Tunnel even worse than usual. After a good but completely unfitting support band I cannot remember the name of - the Teenagers appeared on stage. And that's when things fell off: 6 songs - in between two new ones, the second of which seemed pretty nice - and the gig was over. But that wasn't even the point. The real problems have been (in no particular order): a sort of annoying self-enamourment of the singer, the almost invisible rest of the band (my grandma is much more lively, and she's six feet under) and the exaggerated participation of the audience that actually sang half of the over-mentioned songs. On "homecoming" my friends begged me to go on stage 'cause that's really been the kitschest, trashiest and most embarassing moment I've ever happened to witness: over a dozen guys jumped on stage and tried - I repeat TRIED - to sing along with the band. And here the disaster happened: not only they didn't know the proper lyrics - but I mean, what did you expect from italian folk?! - but they didn't even want to give the mic back to the singer! What else can I say?!definitely the worst gig of the year. huff,that's been such a disappointment... So I guess the only thing I can do now is cross my fingers and put all my hopes on These New Puritans' shoulders... oh Jack please come and save me!!!!

"Il capo del Governo si macchiò ripetutamente durante la sua carriera di delitti che, al cospetto di un popolo onesto, gli avrebbero meritato la condanna, la vergogna e la privazione di ogni autorità di governo. Perché il popolo tollerò e addirittura applaudì questi crimini? Una parte per insensibilità morale, una parte per astuzia, una parte per interesse e tornaconto personale. La maggioranza si rendeva naturalmente conto delle sue attività criminali, ma preferiva dare il suo voto al forte piuttosto che al giusto. Purtroppo il popolo italiano, se deve scegliere tra il dovere e il tornaconto, pur conoscendo quale sarebbe il suo dovere, sceglie sempre il tornaconto. Così un uomo mediocre, grossolano, di eloquenza volgare ma di facile effetto, è un perfetto esemplare dei suoi contemporanei. Presso un popolo onesto, sarebbe stato tutt'al più il leader di un partito di modesto seguito, un personaggio un po' ridicolo per le sue maniere, i suoi atteggiamenti, le sue manie di grandezza, offensivo per il buon senso della gente e causa del suo stile enfatico e impudico. In Italia è diventato il capo del governo. Ed è difficile trovare un più completo esempio italiano. Ammiratore della forza, venale, corruttibile e corrotto, cattolico senza credere in Dio, presuntuoso, vanitoso, fintamente bonario, buon padre di famiglia ma con numerose amanti, si serve di coloro che disprezza, si circonda di disonesti, di bugiardi, di inetti, di profittatori; mimo abile,e tale da fare effetto su un pubblico volgare, ma, come ogni mimo, senza un proprio carattere, si immagina sempre di essere il personaggio che vuole rappresentare."
Elsa Morante, 1945

Seventeen

The End Of The World

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars glow above
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye

The Only Time

I’m drunk.
And right now, I’m so in love with you.
And I don’t want to think too much about what we should or shouldn’t do.
Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars.
While the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car.
Nothing quite like the feeling of something new.
Maybe I’m all messed up. Maybe I’m all messed up in you.
But this is the only time I really feel alive.
I swear. I just found everything I need.
The sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins are listening to me.
Well I want to drink it up and swim in it until I drown.
My moral standing is lying down.
Nothing quite like the feeling of something new.

My heart is set on you

Young British Actors

I can't be there with you, but I can dream...

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” Neil Gaiman

Music Is My Boyfriend

I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he game me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke

We could be happy
we could be free
If we don't make-out
or fall in love

I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
A stone cold fever:
an internal melody

Guitars make me happy
drum beast make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me

I found music and he found me:
a balding head-banding pre-teen
so he seduced me in a dream:
I kissed his ugly gangly greens
he swallowed my pee

We lived to be happy
and prayed to be free
but it was soon found out
that my body is brief

I found music
and he found me
he kept me singing
to my dying day

Sing to be happy
hum to be free
the eternal harmony
music and me

dream about me...

METAL

music: 2046 Main Theme - Shigeru Umebayashi

Everything With You

I'm with you and there's nothing left to do
Tell me it's true
I'm with you and the stars are crashing through
Tell me it's true
I want everything with you

She Pours A Daydream In A Cup

The All New Adventures Of Us

Perfectly Imperfect

So after all is said and done
We're still not that much further
From the place that this began
But I still think we're perfect
Just to be 'perfect' is to be stupid
And I'm stupidly in love
I'm so in love

So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine

So, Angharad, you're sleeping
And this bedroom is freezing
Wind rattles your silver photo tree
I make hand puppets and shadows
With the light from the lamppost
That crawls up your walls from Larch Drive
I put my thumb to my thumb
And my forefingers together
I create a circle to make a halo in the shadows
And hold it above your shadow's head

So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine

No matter where you're walking
Your feet are always
Two steps ahead of your legs
You'll always be the second silver spoon
Needed to complete the set
You said you were lonely when he went home
But you'll never know
And you'll never be as lonely
As this useless second pillow
With which I share my bed

So baby, hold your palms
Four inches from your eyes
I know our paths will come to an end
At the same town and time
I know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine

Sing Sing

Someone talkin' to my soul
Someone shakin' my knee bone
Someone ringing at my door
And I'm crawling on the floor
I got shivers on my own
I got quivers to the bone
It's contagious
Don't know why
Someone drink
My blood like a glass of wine
Got nowhere to hide
Inside your dirty mind
I wanna say no
But my heart keep sayin' I want more
So I sing sing sing
I'm so prisoner
I'm your thing
I just sing sing sing
I got a ball and chain
And I learn how to swim
I wake up in the morning
My body's achin
I still have no memories
Of what we were doin'
You said the world is filled with crocodiles
You said we're surrounded by sharks
With your white horse
My prince of the darkness
I'm gonna fly away
I'm gonna fly away
Got nowhere to hide
Inside your dirty mind
I wanna say no
But my heart keep sayin' I want more
So I sing sing sing
I'm so prisoner
I'm your thing
I just sing sing sing
I got a ball and chain
And I learn how to swim
Sing sing

Fille d'acier

Fille d'acier je n'aimais personne dans le monde

Je n'aimais personne sauf celui que j'aimais

Mon amant mon amant celui qui m'attirait

Maintenant tout a changé est-ce lui qui a cessé de m'aimer

Mon amant qui a cessé de m'attirer est-ce moi?

Je ne sais pas et puis qu'est-ce ça peut faire tout ça?

Maintenant je suis couchée sur la paille humide de l'amour

Toute seule avec tous les autres toute seule désespérée

Fille de fer-blanc fille rouillée

Ô mon amant mon amant mort ou vivant

Je veux que tu te rappelles autrefois

Mon amant celui qui m'aimait et que j'aimais.

Commercial For Levi

You're the one who's always choking Trojan
You're the one who's always bruised and broken
Sleep may be the enemy
But so's another line
It's a remedy
You should take more time

You're the one who's always choking trojan
You're the one who's showers always golden
Spunk and bestiality well it's an Assisi lie
It's ahead of me
You should close your fly

I understand the fascination
The dream that comes alive at night
But if you don't change your situation
Then you'll die, you'll die, don't die, don't die
Please don't die

You're the one who's always choking trojan
You're the one who's always bruised and broken
Drunk on immorality
Valium and cherry wine
Coke and ecstasy
You're gonna blow your mind

I understand the fascination
I've even been there once or twice or more
But if you don't change your situation
Then you'll die, you'll die, don't die, don't die
Please don't die

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

She's a rainbow

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue
See the sky in front of you
And her face is like a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen the lady fairer

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her all in gold
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen the lady fairer

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Bathroom Gurgle

COOL & BORED

Give me one more chance to love you...

Introducing Paolo Anchisi

Hedi Slimane Fashion Diary

I am, as you want me to be

Humbug

WE CAN CHANGE LIVES - Charity Limited Edition T-Shirt by Neil Barrett for Oxfam Interna

After a conversation with Colin Firth regarding his involvement with Oxfam and Ucodep, I attended a dinner in Villa Medici in Rome; Colin had invited an impressive group of Italian cinema’s most illustrious actors, actresses and directors. At the dinner Colin’s words inspired me to make a personal effort….I had always believed I could do little on my own.Through Colin’s words, enthusiasm and reality I realized that together, each one of us making a small effort collectively makes a difference.

Oxfam International is one of the largest non-governmental organizations in the world, working in over 100 countries to fight poverty and injustice. Ucodep is a non-governmental Italian organization that for over 30 years has supported and initiated development projects from 20 under-developed countries, in the southern hemisphere to promote awareness and support in Italy.

The Oxfam / Ucodep slogan “ WE CAN CHANGE LIVES” underlines this belief.

My personal effort to make a difference took the form of designing and making two LIMITED EDITION T-SHIRTS and donating these to Oxfam.

They are 45 Euros each and available exclusively through http://www.thecorner.com/

FOR HIM….One size, loose with short sleeves

FOR HER…One size, long in length and sleeveless

I ask you to join us in making a contribution to this just cause. Through buying a t.shirt this small contribution can make a big difference… TOGETHER.”WE CAN CHANGE LIVES”

P.s. BUY A T-SHIRT! and hey… it’s a Limited Edition, a great price and with greater consequences for a greater good!

Neil Barrett

Fire Dance - The Pan I Am

♥

Josh Beech for Giuliano Fujiwara

You & Me

Tristan

I Wanna Be Yours...

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
when you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours

I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
hold your hair in deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean
that’s how deep is my devotion

John Cooper Clarke

Elvis

I try to blurt it out but i can't find the words...

Who Can Say

smile for the camera