Monday 19 July 2010

the box of love

Grace JonesGrace Jones via last.fm

this weekend was packed with art and music.

friday found me in the southbank, around the nft and hayward gallery being filmed as a genius/ mad scientist, who is working passionately on a formula, which will change the future... film noir, sci - fi short, devised by sarah baker and anthony gross for the architectural association crash editing course they are teaching at.
i was asked to play myself, dressed as i do, playing with androgyny and style.
it is rather challenging playing yourself with someone else's idea; out of the comfort zone; you are pushed to push it... i really enjoyed it and got into it quite quickly; throwing formula papers around, smoking, writing, thinking, walking off, around, in...

i'm writing some words for it now...

on saturday, there was art at the chisenhale gallery, called 27 senses, which included performances, mixed media installations, drawings and film, unchilled white wine, photographing friends and moments on the hipsta, a drive to the turkish for some falafel, a visit to vor's for some better red wine and pasta and the attendance of a warehouse party, which was too big, too sweaty, too straight, with an ex impassing, but felt nothing! some elements were good, an act and all of us together dancing, making the best of it all, via smoking intervals in the open space for chats and some air...

sunday was the last day for lovebox music festival in victoria park. i decided to indulge, because i have plenty of free time (at the moment) and i suppose, it's always good to experience new things at least once (i always disagreed paying for a festival in a park in your own city, but alas...).
it was a beautiful, sunny and hot day; perfect for it.

i saw hot chip, djing and performing and i decided that they are good. too much hype in a new band creates the opposite effect on me (let me decide for myself media, thank you very much and i detest crowd mentality).
hercules and love affair, who are darlings and fresh and really really friendly.
feral, who was excellent and deserved another song.
peaches, who i am going to write a small review on her show; re: style, subservience, music, shock factor; still thinking about this one, which i suppose it is a good thing.
grace jones... what an amazing woman, personae, performer... the syle, the energy, the attitude... she's got it, she can do it and she continues to colour queen Bees beautifully with her images and to inspire with her music... nice.
i saw friends and that was good and some enemies, too.
photographs were taken. food was eaten. a glass of wine and lots of water. lots of walking around. thinking. refusing to be sad, but slightly melancolic. active and alive. love.

i rounded the night up with a spot of horse meat disco; i love these boys and the disco, too.

i drove home with some kind of satisfaction... knowing that sleeping will be a thing of a later hour...

it was a fine weekend and i wish that...
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