starry-eyed

ugh, I was so goddamn busy during the past few weeks. uni, students... that was like, "what the hell"?? I think that... when you start earning a lot of money, you simply have to force yourself to stop draining and ruining your body and soul just because of a few extra hundred $...
alright, today I'm having a nice day. I cancelled all my lessons because of the fever (but now I'm feeling pretty good) and in the evening I'm going to see a band called Woven hand... the gig's in a club that my former boss owns.
Woven Hand sounds exactly like Michael Gira's Angels of light, with a bit of David Tibet's obsession for Christianity (minus Current 93's homely sweetness) and early Nick Cave's wildness. Totally gloomy and extremely un-arty kind of music, despite the involvement of the project's mastermind (David Edwards) in soundtracking some avantgarde ballet. Okay, eerie folk in a small arty club - what else do we need on a December evening?..

...I've just watched the first few minutes of the movie Gojoe, which some kind soul uploaded on You Tube...


Filmed by the incredible Sogo Ishii (Electric Dragon 80000v, Labyrinth of Dreams, Takeshi Kitano's favourite Crazy Thunder Road, punk classic Burst City, industrial classic Halber Mensch...), this movie looks like... cyber-samurai, don't you love it?? I think that this movie should be adored simply because of the fact that it has Tadanobu Asano in it (here he's surprisingly smooth-faced and "un-macho", but still with a sexy voice of unforgettable warmth). Tadanobu Asano... how do they call him... "japanese Johnny Depp", isn't it?? He's of Native American origin and he starred in Electric Dragon 80000v (Dragon Eye Jim Morrison), Ichi the Killer (yes, he was Kakihara - the blonde one who cut his tongue), Gohatto (gay macho), Zatoichi (macho) etc. The movie also features a performance by the beautiful Masatoshi Nagase - he was Electric Buddha in Electric Dragon 80000v (Ishii seems to adore the two of them) and starred in Jim Jarmusch's Mystery train!!

I hate 'em.

...but still feel very disturbed without those stylish homonazi bastards in my new player.
...I like only ties, daggers and Patrick Leagas. NOT that "gloomy strumming and intoning doomily about runes", masks and military outfits (which always come to mind when you say Death in June). Please no. Only the early variant, as seen in the above vid.

another nu-art nouveau artist

Herbert Baglione - an amazing Brazilian artist with a Beardsley/Giacometti twist.



His blog



Link to his exhibition project

the milder side of Ichi ;)

tired of those trailers and episodes that try to blow your mind by showing only the gory aspect of Takashi Miike's most controversial movie to date, I decided to post this. for fun, yeah. Not that I don't like the deep-throated, half-Native American Tadanobu Asano. but hell, this guy Nao Omori (who plays Ichi the killer himself)'s role is no less significant. Whimpering, smiling his god-forsaken shy smile, getting hard, being punched in the face, being friends with Kaneko (the wonderful Hiroyuki Tanaka)'s cute little bullied son.



Bwahhahahahahaha, the song in this trailer is by Enya!! and it's from Lord of the rings. waaahh, sounds nice.

observation. tho it may seem obvious...

Here's a belated post about my bday presents. I have a close friend coming from San Francisco to see me next week, so now I'm like an old joyful kettle - boiling with excitement, making much noise, emanating Hawtness and being retro-crazy. ok, here are the presents. on the pic there is my bony body (awwww) with a t-shirt on it. The t-shirt, with a beer-drinking Japanese creature and romantic birds, colored mild grey and mild gold, was designed by a guy (a weird Art nouveau artist) called Sam Flores and bought, gently wrapped in an envelope and sent to me by that one San Francisco wanderer who will soon be wandering in Moscow ^ ^
you would be jealous if you knew how soft this t-shirt is. thinking about it, I ask myself, "Don't I spend all day clad in something wooden?.." the black shirt which I'm wearing under the new tee is, apparently, VERY wooden. comparing with the SF one.
ah, by the way, the tee's from the fabulous Upper Playground store. The stuff there is mostly very boyish tho. however, I wouldn't walk past a boy wearing this, for example.

And the other items on the pics... the scarf is a gift from my beautiful friend Olga who celebrated her bday with me. and the retrofuturistic necklace is from my amiable twin friends, Anna and Inna. they say that gift was inspired by our trip to London, which councided with the huge 60's fashion exhibition in the Victoria and Albert museum (the biggest and craziest British collection of any beautiful stuff possible). It's still on >__<

btw... about my "observation"... the Upper Playground tee is size S. i think that's me who's too skinny. or is American S bigger than Russian S?.. mystery.

i've not posted in a while... so, my news.

...first of all, I'm in love. what does it mean?? that means that every day of mine is an excursion, aimed to the exploration of entirely new territories.
I'm listening to The Cranes, Burial (they are crazy about it in The Wire) and Tara Van Flower, to satisfy my taste for the eerie.

On September 24th I saw the best live show in my life. that was Current 93. There were moments when nothing was to be heard besides Tibet's otherworldly wails. On the "I'm a black ship" performance all the stage was filled with blood red light, which reminded me of Bauhaus performing perhaps the most intense anthem of theirs, that is "Stigmata Martyr". his companions also showed high class (the dreamy psychedelic post-rock chants of the opening act of Six organs of admittance, the mystic Lynchean little-girl singing of Joolie Wood and the ethereal humming of Baby Dee performing "Idumea"). here's the video I found on the web of C93 performing "Oh coal black smith". it's an old song which enjoyed immense success at the show. but I think that the performance of songs from their latest opus magnum, "Black ships ate the sky" was much more passionate...



On the 12th October I was almost beaten to a pulp at the Psychic TV gig. Damn, I've never seen such a moshpit in years!!! 30 year old males behaved like 15 year old punk or hardcore boys, jumping, dancing the tanz debil and kicking everybody around!!! I don't think that the aim of the show (which consisted mostly of P-Orridge's hypnotic psychedelic chants and beats) was to provoke such an orgy. But nevertheless I found myself totally in love with P-Orridge (although he's not that sweetheart I mentioned in the beginning) and his pandrogyny philosophy and his nonchalance and the scars on his freshly-baked stone tits, and the video art that was being played in the background... haa ha.

how to spent your first million dollars

You should obviously invest them into art.



Lucia Odescalchi