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Our face is a puzzle of dead faces.

''It is our dead on our faces.
''is the first time I faced Bolstanski Christian, was an article in the World (yes, I can read), about his retrospective at the Maison Rouge in 2008. Then I learned he had sold his life in a lifetime''autistic collector very good at math who managed to amass a fortune in the casino''(yes, it exists, it Christian, who has said).
Selling your life, or at least sell her image. 4 cameras filming constantly, until the end of his life. The advantage of this? A deal with autistic mathematicians. Because he calculated that Boltanski will not live very long, so in the end, the rent he pays is not much (he calculated, he still has 8 years experience), but if still alive Boltanski more than 10 years, the stripping is poor mathematicians, because it is going to be expensive rents in the film watching the flies. Darkly CB has a taste for risk (because its''owner''has never lost a bet of his life ...).

Here Boltanski is honored Grand Palace, as part of the Monumenta. Monumenta is a great initiative. I was in the first edition, the 2007. Anselm Keifer to put his work on memory and his vision of history on stage.
This year is the turn of Christian Boltanski, Grand Palais, but the Mac / Val (Vitry-sur-Seine, sisi) from 15 January. Of course, true to Boltanski, it deals with death, its inevitability, but of fate, not without it overlap with the Holocaust, which remains a fundamental point of his personal history.

What is rather unique in People Is that really fit in the work. Step into the Grand Palace, and now we're caught physically: The cold. There is no heating. And quail in the Great Hall, much more than apart. The other thing is the soundtrack. One enters an atmosphere. Heart beat, which intertwine, overlap, move away, deafening us to the final. We're in the mood. Front of the boxes stacked. Under normal circumstances I would have said'' oh, a pyramid of boxes of cakes''(yes, ok, I'm a glutton) , but now we can only think of funeral urns. But Most impressive is yet to come.

A lot of clothing from 20 meters high and 15 feet wide, surmounted by a giant claw (yes, so normally, I think yay, funfair, clothes ...)
But
not, one feels immediately the scope of the work. Clamp as the hand of God, who takes clothes, allegory of human souls, and releases them so completely random, elsewhere. It is right in theory Boltanskienne, according to which God is indifferent.

A little later, squares clothing, arranged symmetrically. As a cemetery, but anonymous. «Remake, I thought of a flea market, something like that, but we immediately think of death. Blame the cold, the mood music and company. «Remake, it falls into the fundamentals of Cricket, for him, it really leaves no trace, even if that is what we care about most. And yes, lack of memory.

Nothing very happy after all, but it's still pretty awesome, to be taken that way in the work, and understand it in a quasi-spontaneous. And the end, one is invited to contribute ourselves to the work of Boltanski, participating in its'' Library of hearts,''he plans to install an island on Japan. His dream is to reference all the beating hearts of humans, like, last? overcome this failure of memory.

Leaving So, you feel important. Because we spun our throbbing beats, we understand, we lived, and we felt the scope of work of an artist. Afterwards, well, shortcuts etc. Holocaust. are fairly easy, but we can try to understand the work differently, as a more general reflection on memory.

And then we can say what they wants, but the garment as an allegory of the human soul, it's still cool, and then an exhibition, which is the FULL PRICE modest sum of 4 €, sorry, but we do not say especially.

Images Of Warts In The Lips

Sales - Sales - Rebajas.

Because "fuck", is the sales and I just bought a dress unpaid after 180 euros, size 38. (It's just for show personal will thrill me).

→ Paradigm 1: The balances are the highest quarterly scam orchestrated all of humankind. (At least, anyway.)

You always do have in realizing that the items you bought three weeks ago, succumbing to, and not least, consumerist impulse inspired you to make a list of pros / cons as if s 'acted to define the boundary between good and evil are at -50%.

You try to reassure you by telling you "that-yes-but-way-of-all-I-was-too-sad-of-the-not-have-for-the-last-three-weeks "Besides, I watch them-I-brought-all-the-days-of-the-shot-now-shoe-is-all-fucked-and-I-want-to-the-butt -blonde-who-comes-to-nab-the-pair-to-50-and-who-does-she-has-not-made-have. "
I'm definitely worse than modasse peroxidized.

You realize that ultimately you have never for money balances and therefore it becomes an event quite useless at best a way to go bankrupt. ENJOY.

Everything Sale is: ugly, off-season, old, not my size.

Pretty colorful labels bernent us to the bone. Ex: "Oh cool, -30%, at least it's going to be ..." "It will make you 95 euros Madame." And meeeeeeeeerde. (You tell me I can only blame myself for never having attended courses in mathematics and thus to have been void from when he was handling ... what's it called? Ah yes, numbers!)

And despite all that, we still happens (and by this indescribable power of the Holy Spirit) to find something, but ah whatever stuff huh (here understand the reference to the 4th point of my argument), just to say "yeah, yeah ... I made the balances" the very air of a condescending and cynical.


... Which brings us to our second major paradigm ...

→ Paradigm 2: THE SALE IS Nerdy

what is true, balances is already for the poor. Beeeuh, poor things! (the return of Die Wifey)

Because the logical continuation of the catchphrase herein "yeah, yeah ... I made the balances" is necessarily "frankly is nothing!". Seriously, despite all these setbacks to try somehow to find a leopard headband 2 euros story is hype to denigrate balances.

Because it's really more hype Uber true even death to buy the new collection so that it balances. Like, "pfff, I'm over this mass popular crawling on the floor tearing into the smallest piece of fabric to -5% "
Council hypesque : say the following sentence in a period of balance, out loud in the middle of a store:" Oh, is the sales? "


CONCLUSION: Boycott the sales! (But not too much).


Oh, and just for fun ...

→ Paradigm 3: MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE OF MARKETING PLAN OF SHIT FUCK OF SLIMMING MIRRORS ON ALL THE WALLS OF THE STORE. MAY I MAKE THE 38, BUT IT'S Not what help having a big ass.

I have nothing to add.

Oh yes, I listen to LCD Soundsystem - New York I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down , and in fact I do not like the song whose title gives exactly the first sentence of the first verse . Imagination, good evening.

Advantages And Disadvantages Of D B M S.

turtles should stay in their place: they are only animals.

Go now challenge: I will before your very eyes listen an entire album of Turtles. That where they make pretty horrific times of Bob Dylan, among others. Admit it, seeing it , you're like me shared a shiver of horror, a mad desire to laugh and that to withdraw the plane he was in the posterior. Briefly, after this introduction sporty enough, I throw myself into the water: I'll listen, as promised, the entire album.

(15 minutes later, my god this is it, we go to the ellipses)

Damn, I just received a divine sign. Deezer does not work: the sky said, "Do not listen to my daughter Turtles" (Imagine with a deep voice and a head resembling that of Morgan Freeman)

Nevermind, I'll tell you about something good in return. Little lucky.

One of the books that fit easily in my top 5 would certainly Ask the Dust by John Fante. The story of a failed writer, virgin, lost, poor. A guy a bit like Martin Eden, the water side and less. (Although)

Fante. This guy still has the talent to write some pretty magnificent, with ordinary words. You see, the kind of annoying guy who uses the right word at the right time. For pages you bear biting his style, you close your mouth and you read it, and you're falling on a short phrase, word, or even a comma that makes it all becomes exceptional. A dazzling, as would my mom.

Fante, the guy who knows how to describe the neuroses without ever really describe. The guy who takes what he has been in your head at some point in your life, making it a sentence that makes you say "Damn, this guy writes really well."

Fante, the guy who inspired much of the work of Bukowksi; not in its dirty side, but in how he described the real with words so raw that it becomes beautiful. And he even wrote a beautiful preface to Ask the Dust.

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West Coast Chopper Rims For Sale

BILL KAULITZ A FEATHER = JERUSALEM ARTICHOKE. I caught a

My god. I am exasperated.

Largerfeld Karl said he does not like big, returns to its position in hanging out with Beth Ditto, and shoot a chick size + in its series Coco Gogo, the size after V magazine . This is not the object my anger''.''

It's more than the moment when I say that back in my opinion, because sometimes it reviews its position, and admits he made mistakes in how he, again, but this time, an unforgivable mistake (and I weigh my words).

No, I kid you not, he did not put a plastic zip leggings, he did not put UV disgusting, it is not released in socks / Speedo tap and did not Moncler down jacket made of shimmering. No, he did worse.

He shot Bill Kaulitz. Who? You do not hear the horrible cries already emos 13 years hysterical? Concentrate.

''Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill !!!!! ''

Ah, that's when you want, you see.

Yes, that's it ... THE SINGER OF TOKIO HOTEL!

He shot Bill Kaulitz. He took pictures Bill Kaulitz. He has photographed for Vogue Germania Bill Kaulitz. Even if the edition Germania, I am outraged.

Once I passed the horror of the idea, I told myself that I still had to watch the pictures, maybe that Kaiser Karl had managed to come a little poetry from the guy best known for his hairstyle to Goku as his musical performances. I tried to go there without a priori (I did my best).

But honestly, I found it bland and boring to death. Even the black and white, bring sensible''depth''to certain files, adds nothing to what poor Bill which, unfortunately, the charisma of an artichoke earth, and yet I'm nice.

was nice to have him put something spectacular feather, he might be late as a match (it is not everything, evidenced V size issue), well, it's ugly.

Same for Blow (Sunglasses too classy-sassy-last show of futuristic Dior), on you, Billy, that's just wannabe fashion, because your big belt buckle strass disgusting swear with your brushing with helium. Pfffiou, I spilled my bile, I feel better. Beware, my last ascent: offer you a stylist is useless for your case Bill Kaulitz.

Well, now I can talk about the size after V Magazine. So as the name suggests, for Anglophones, it is about size in this magazine. Boys, especially girls. Large, small, big, thin, and dressed from naked. The shootings are all very well, as the series Barrio Gothico , with a rather dark (and naked) streets of Barcelona. My favorite series is certainly one of Terry Richardson (yes, he also took pictures of grotty Sasha Grey etc.. But I prefer his job as a fashion photographer), entitled One Size Fits All .

The idea: to put clothes babes one size and see what happens on the skinny but standard for designers, Jacquelyn Jablonski (82/62/88, 34 small easy), and the size + model, previously starved model, Crystal Renn (97/76 / 107, 44 easy).

I let you enjoy.

And if you want to hurt the eyes, it is by here!

Microgynon And High Temperature

internship with Anna Sui in sweat pants. Your mother prefers

I noticed it in the middle test of the European legal system, (a sublime case study: basically, I was parliamentary assistant, I had to convince my darling member not to vote Directive vodka, all that to help a homie in the lobby of the potato) .

Simply put, it left me speechless, and it enabled me to look around me, and not just to enjoy the hilarity of some, or distress of others.

I'm just really say that the partial and the winter was a sort of conspiracy against fashion.

The buns to the hard bloomed (not the time to straighten hair when you read his notes one last time). Lenses? Nay, it gives her good thick glasses, because it has two advantages: The big glasses, it hides dark circles, and, anyway, after a night of less than five hours, the eyes are a rejection. So Bad hair days, no makeup and glasses. As if this were not enough, there's the cold, freezing cold (and sometimes even snow).

If we opt not to big sweatshirt fleece lining, it is believed to the overlay. But the thing is, spent three layers, it's not good for anything, apart bibendumisation help individuals and good, it's not very flattering. There is always the Uniqlo Heat Tech, but we say, not much time to make sales ... And here I speak only from the top. Because the bottom is a tough dilemma (although I found fleece lined wool leggings, but it touches on the principle of dangerously-thickness of the garment, it's been a bit of posts).

When I got home, I met THE diabolical held in the metro: Chapka synthetic bristle, Moncler down jacket, Sweat Pants and UGG (Here you have to say''OH MY GOD''and limits have delirious at the idea of this association). OK, it was not cold. But OK, it was very ugly.

And even if it means cold, I will never, oh never, first of all:

1) of UGGs (UGG just UGLY, I think is sufficient as an explanation.)

2) of Moncler jacket (= Moncler Winter Sport. You put your ski suits outside of skiing? NO)

3) of Chapka synthetic bristle (I said Synthetic )

4) of Sweat pants.

Yes, sweat pants. More commonly called jogging (pajamas in my language). A sweat pants must be worn under stress Domestic weather or sports. After my rape sublime eye on the subway, I confess, I still jumped in my good old sweat pants, because quail at home, and I have to revise warm. And here, the sole exception of sweat pants for home (because if you can avoid the wear is better.)

Thus, I invited to lecture on the following equation:

PARTIAL COLD + = Bad Hair Day + NO MAKE UP LOOK + + NO GLASSES.

You have 3 hours.

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Coreper

Bah not me. Me, Coreper I actually not much typing. If you want it gives me the impression of a pet ant on the head of a hanged man. You understand that the guy is too busy to catch his tongue which is the trunk to worry about an ant farts above him.

By cons, you'll tell me I'm stuffing, outdated, cheesy, badly topped, whatever you want, you could even say that I choose the easy (and shit'd have nearly right), but I want to talk about the album Casablancas. Shit, a little leniency jsuis during exam periods. Good. I think actually I think his album ... not too bad sometimes. Shit.

Ok Casablancas. Let me think. Yeah that's right. Reminds me of my 16 years, my long hair, my big bangs and big skirts with my flowers. When I'm cruising, I was asked if it was carnival, but not care, I had the Strokes. But yes, you also remember the "Kiss me now That I'm older, I will not try to control you" and all the fuss. Brief. Jme sometimes do booster shots, and I love them, must be recognized. So go hop Casablancas.

Already: shit, the cover is pretty cool. The dog and the gramophone, gramophone Casablancas = = only an intermediary between the music and your ear, baby .. And cheap. The lace boots, guitar-hero, and the signet ring included. Yeah, it's a cool pouch. Finally, I find.

First song: Out of the Blue. Funny, he really looks more alone on this one than others. It's a bit of The Strokes, but alone. 49th second: this is hell! ! Julian is stirring up all the babes! Damn, this guy knows how to please girls. He has a trick to find the melody effective, "ho Hoooo hooo" that makes you want to look up when you listen while walking. So you think it's almost too young, but fuck it then sets out again in verse fast and efficient, ultra-saturated guitar, spoken almost in phrasing. And there you Kiff.

But then resumes gus "How Could You Be so perfect for me, Hoooo Hoooo hooooo" and you answer NO, Julian, No. No need. Note, we warned the Juju. There is no error on the goods, then many PHRAZE for the Young that we sell. The bastard.

So basically, the song I like it, hoo hooo hooo without, in fact I like a sense of guilt rather disturbing. And it's been a little on it throughout the album I must say. Synth, its chorus. Damn its chorus. I can almost hear the screams in the pit, where I am. But shit, the battery on 11th dimension is cool. The first ten seconds of sending heavy. Then hop back to High School.

Basically I find that this album feels Biactol full nose. At the same time, "PHRAZE for the Young" ...

Bah I do not know if jsuis in a period of regression, but strangely, I am ashamed, but sometimes I like. Sometimes.

Shit.