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More Love To Brazil !

More Love to Brazil, this time from the French ;)

When the Portuguese first set foot on Brazilian soil, the native fashion was quite bare and raw. Five hundred years later, there is not much left of it. Building on its origins fashion in Brazil is becoming more and more occidental.

Brazilians like color....popular solid colours are brown, blues, orange, and raw hues as well as purple and green. Brazilians like T-shirts, they like well fitting clothes (hence the success of elastic fibres, such as lycra) and, more than any other people in the world, they like jeans. Perhaps because Brazil is a country with a young population, jeans have been universally adopted, and with time have become a kind of national uniform, regardless of age, sex or economic status. Jeans are worn from morning to night, and denim is used for shorts, bermudas, trousers, skirts and jackets, and worn on the beach or in the city, with sandals, over swimming costumes or with blazer and tie.

Established in 1996 with the goal of putting Brazil on the fashion map, Sao Paolo Fashion Week had become the spring board for a lot of young designers to enter into the fashion scene.

During the seven days, besides national and most famous Brazilian griffes, the organizers have choosen new stylists to take part of this edition of the SPFW: Érica Ikezili, Fábia Bercsek, Gisele Nasser, Samuel Cirnansck, Lourdinha Noyama and Neon.

Brazilians like colour....popular solid colors are brown, blues, orange, and raw hues as well as purple and green. But this year there is one color that dominates: Brown. We have even noticed a complete absence of color at ZOOMP show.

There are three names that you should memorize this year: Alexandre Herchcovitch, Mario Queiroz and V.Rom . The Sao Paolo Fashion Week was closed with Cavalera's collection and it's Baroque inspired street-wear.

yawn..

My bedside body language thanks to Yogen:

On Your Side
You are probably mild-mannered and rational. Since this semifetal sleeper takes up a minimal amount of space, he tends to be a giving lover. Also, he's way too sensible to play -- or stand for -- mind games.

The only thing I agree with is that I am a giving lover which I also think is probably not a good thing.  Because from what I have learned about in life; this person is usually the one easily fucked over.  Ha, sorry.  "Bitter, party of one!?"

Season Five.

I have been studying watching Season Four, now.   "Fuck, I think I am in love."  For some reason I am going in some obnoxious order to once again try to find my favorite moments, best episodes, and hysterical tid bits like Miranda making a Duncan Hynes cake and then eats it out of the trash.  Samantha saying, "When I RSVP to a party, I make sure I cum." Or Carrie, "You can't be friends with a squirrel.  A squirrel is  just a rat with a cuter outfit."

The Real Me (one of my all time favorite episodes), My Motherboard-My Self, Sex and the Country, I Heart NY, All That Glitters (when they go to the gay bar which is good for 10 minutes of laughing and the feeling to dance). 

Love, anyone?

Wong Kar-Wai's In The Mood For Love left me sorta stunned.  Mainly because I watched the entire thing and still have no idea what the fuck happened in the movie.  Though, the cinemaphotograpy was amazing.  I think possibly the best I have ever seen mainly because the richness of the colors and the sharp style of editing are ridiculous.  I would definitely say though that he is one of the greatest directors in contemporary cinema.  I just hope to understand him.

Flap Your Wings = 1 in 6

In the world of shitty shit, an opening of a new gay night in Boston turned out to leave much more to desire.   And the idea that people thought (or still think) that they can pull off a gay hip hop night in major competition with one of the most popular clubs in Boston leaves me dazed and confused, haha. So, major pre-gaming thank god otherwise the night might have been deadly painful.   Enter a drag queen that looked like Macy Gray which might make you wonder why on earth someone would try to achieve that but oh well.  Fill the club with more 19yo's than one could possibly stand, some ghetto people ordering shit champagne and acting like they are CK models on a couch.  Then after scoping out the scene, you notice what has to be a combo between BoyGeorge, Britney Spears and Michael Jackson performing (though, he wasn't paid) in the middle of the dancefloor.  I am not trying to rag on people but like seriously.  Unless Justin is standing infront of you asking for a dance-off, don't try.  But, wait.. it gets better.  Cozy up to the bar to get a Stoli and Cranberry, girl bartender says $7.00.  I think well a little steep but maybe it's fine.  5 minutes later I wonder if I should go back to the bar and ask for the Stoli vodka that she clearly forgot to put into my juice.   Then, a Long Island for $10.00.  Ridiculous.  I am totally fine to buy 10$ drinks (i am not cheap that way, or with alcohol) if they are WORTH IT.  And then there was the rest of the night, haha.  I'm debating writing the rest only for emotional protection but I think it is best.  I was the only one out of all of my friends at one point that was not heavily petting/makingout/grinding/fucking someone on the dance floor.  I wanted to turn to them and say, "I am super excited cupid has hit you but I am going to go drown myself in the toilet."   And then there was the end when three of us tried to find our way out of the club but basically couldn't for more than 5 minutes.  Considering the Buenos Aires and Rhode Island club fires, I am sure that this idea was not the best.  Chances of me going back, 1 in 6.   Though, going out with the boys is always fun.

In other news, Calvin Klein has been spotted in Brazil hunting down boys to fuck model.  I only say fuck because these pictures look like it's his first time in a gay bar.  Thanks Brazil :)

FuckShit

But, you know.... I spent 1 hour shoveling out the gallery mercedes suv today, haha, and.. I get into the car to warm myself, get out.. and I drop the key, thinking though that I put it into my pocket.. and well, after another 1.5hrs later, with the help of Donna who I called crying "I have a small Crisis" and after digging through the snow with quite literally my hands, we found the key.  Only after we were about to give up and were walking away when I decided to throw my entire self onto the snow pile. 

And, another 6 inches to add to the 50 feet we already have.  Fun!

Collateral *****

One of my new all time favorite movies of 2004 is Collateral.  Yes, the sorta bomb starring Tom Cruise and Jamie Foxx.  It is actually fantastic.  It's dark.  It's emotional.  It's smart and edgy.  It's a collision of lives that makes you stop and think about life.  "Some people happen to people on person in order to tell them something about their lives."  The nightclub scene at a WeHo club is fantastic.  It is the little nothing decisions that can change our lives.

Collateral sees Mann re-establishing himself as possibly one of the most stylish yet underrated directors of our generation. This film has Michael Mann written all over it. For example the cinematography of LA at night is tremendous and is Michael Mann all over.  This man (sorry) really knows how to tell a simple story in the most dramatic and impressive way. His films are just so damn intriguing you find yourself being drawn into the characters and being absorbed into his world - and this movie is no exception.

  As the film progresses both characters have mixed and conflicting feelings for one another. These feelings fluctuate and intensify throughout the movie when both characters realise they need to take control of the situation and more importantly each other.  From here we have a movie that is not only sharp and intelligent but also well crafted and superbly directed. Collateral has added a new dimension to the “hit-man” genre by exploring and exploiting the interaction between Max and Vincent instead of just concentrating on an assassin going around bumping off people because he is paid to do it.

For the most part this picture takes place in and around Max’s (Jamie Foxx) taxi where he picks up Vincent (Cruise) as his next fare. In true Michael Mann fashion, a relationship is formed between Vincent and Max. Vincent thinking he is the one possessing the power and Max being the vulnerable and helpless one. However nothing is quite what it seems in a Michael Mann movie because the reality is the reverse.

Cruise is brilliant and very credible not only as a bad guy but as an assassin. His character shows intellect, guile and refinement as well as grit, aggressiveness and determination. Credit is also due to Foxx whose character comes across as a little pathetic, a dreamer but also someone who lies to his sick mother. Nevertheless in the face of adversity he comes into his own and gains strength, confidence and becomes more assertive.

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Also, Shaun of the Dead is pretty entertaining.  Definitely some good laughs.  It should also be watched right after 28 Days Later since some of the humor and scenes seem to be right out of the movie.

DG and GregMikeMatt

Thanks to Steph/Alek I got a very good glimpse of what Fall 2005 will look like in the better cities in the world.  Check out style (the new HQ for GQ and Details online) for your own peek.  Or just drool over these boys:

In other news and speaking about hot boys.. my friends and I had a huge (Iraq-like) snowball war last night in the middle of the night in the middle of the city.  Ha, first off, we have over 2 feet of snow (38inches buried Salem, MA) so there was plenty to throw Mike into.  The pictures (which I don't have) showed us basically looking like snowmen when we returned inside the warm house for some Bailey's in hot chocolate.  It's not good, so don't try it but being alcoholics...it was pretty good.  ;)  So yah, after our snowball fight and some racial slurs, our faces were beet red and covered in wetness.  Haha.  I also caught them up on the gay side of Buenos Aires.  You know, the porn theaters, bath houses, and clubs.  Strippers included.

"Suipacha y Arroyo"

Arriving in Buenos Aires was like walking into a new kind of world, sorta.  About 20-25minutes outside of the city to the south is a "City of God-like" misery village. Then you enter Buenos Aires where it immediately looks like Paris or old Manhattan.  It's cosmopolitan like those cities yet grungy dirty like you sorta imagined it to be.  It's hot, 95 degrees.  Then you remember or notice as you see the obelisk (one of the main monuments in a city of ridiculously mountainous monuments) that we were traveling on the "widest street in the world"   Second day thoughts leave you with the idea that Paris or New York as an idea of BAires is wrong.  It is MASSIVE.  Paris and New York look like Boston to it.  What you imagine to just be a block or two away turns into a 20 minute walk.  It just goes on and on and on and on, like LA, though it is much more built up.  No one speaks English nor wants to.  Fuck, I wouldn't either.  And everything is incredibly cheap.  Like a fancy NYC dinner for 3 to be about 25bucks per person.  With wine, dessert, drinks and like a 5star dinner.  Or how about liters of beer for 75cents.  Or most noticeably, how about going into the local grocery store and everything is the same peso price as American dollars yet since it is the peso price, it is 1/3 of it.  Churches are  not everywhere but you get the idea that religion has a huge role in the culture, not surprisingly, especially when you see people late at night (and by late at night I mean 3-4am not midnight) putting peseta's into a Virgin Mary statue alongside a church. 

Since we arrived on a Friday morning, we got to experience the weekend versus the weekday first.  I only say this because people (or the ones who can afford it) in BAires head to the beach on the weekend while the ones who choose not to go head to dinner at about 12:30-1am.  I have been to Spain before and remembered eating at 11ish but I was thrown on my ass when we got to dinner and the restaurant was empty until 1am.  Like, you are by yourselves, the stupid Americans.  (Which I have noticed again are incredibly obnoxious and fat as fuck).  Anyways, we got drunk on a drink called Mate (which is a kind of herb) but they mix it with alcohol to produce some fabulous drinks.  On Saturday we headed into Plaza del Mayo where the "porteno's" fought for their independence and eventually received it.  The Casa del Rosa is their royal palace.  The statue in the pics with the red paint on it is actually Christopher Columbus's monument (everyone had one in this city, even I did) and as it should be it was desecrated with "red blood."

On Sunday, we headed into La Boca which is the old port of the city and the oldest part of town.  The houses are painted in bright colors which happened because they used the extra paint from their boats.  We also headed into San Telmo where we wanted to see a popular Sunday Flea Market but San Telmo is also where Tango began and it is noticeable since Tango houses are everywhere as well as people dancing in the streets.  We had a very traditional Argentinian steak lunch in a "futbol club."  The second time in two days we had steak.  At this point I hit my limit since I felt like I was chewing on a cow in an green grassy open field.   Yes Yogen, I might join the veggies.  We noticed, at this point, that the police (run by the government) are only in certain area's and it just so happens that those area's are the touristy spots.  You noticed neighborhoods that you weren't ideally supposed to be in by this.  It was hysterical.  And to give you more of an idea of the world, the police don't enter the misery villages that looked like City of God.  They don't go in, ever.  We headed into the new port of the city which has two buildings that look scarily just like the twin towers.  The Faena "hip" hotel is here but after being inside it isn't that spectacular.  It is also in the middle of nowhere and no where near the loveliness of NYC hip hotels. 

On Tuesday, we headed into the business/governmental area's of the city where their Congress is.  I had Peruvian food for the first time.  Yummy.  We also went to the Fine Art Museum, after having been to MALBA, the contemporary on Saturday.  Good stuff; Garcia Torres, Vega, Picasso's, a random yet great Pollock.  The city has become totally jam packed with people.  Though the unemployment rate is high as hell mainly because most people can't afford to travel to work, so haha, they don't!  I was a little worried over the weekend that my unbelievably busy city wasn't going to happen.  People Boys are hot as hell, and incredibly trendy/fashionable (even the ones in futbol shorts) and shaved heads were everywhere.  (Though the hottest boy I saw was a waiter one night for us and his hair was bushy perfect, haha).  Halim nicknamed them "hotties" and continuously said it over and over again to the point that it was hysterical and we all started doing it.  On Wednesday we headed to a northern town called Tigre which is located on the river Plate and also on a jungle-like delta which felt like it was straight out of that shit movie Anaconda.  We saw my third hottest boyfriend in this town, shaved head of course, but the best part of the trip was the feeling of the town compared to the massive city laying next to it.  And getting to see the suburbs in between.  The delta left much to desire but it was a good laugh.  Woman were rowing for the men in canoe's, weird.  Amusement parks were placed on top of junkyards, hysterical.  And the food made most of us sick, obnoxious. 

Thursday was mostly spent shopping alone.  Some fantastic clothing.  I spent about 4 days thinking about just the idea of buying shoes but decided against it since even though the now $30 sneakers were dreamy, they couldn't fit into my suitcase to take home.  Late in the day I met up with Jerry to take a guided tour (in Spanish, which was amusing since we don't speak Spanish) of the Teatro Colon.   An impressive piece of architecture yet it needs  about $175 million (dollars) in work.   A lot of lying around until dinner a movie.  Oh, another gay outing, which we could call "controversial." 

I never got to enjoy Brazilian food (even after having a reservation in a restaurant that didn't exist) or their beer which I desperately tried to find because I finally figured out that Argentina and BAires can't stand Brazil, or it seems the rest of their continent.  But the 75 cent liter's of Quilmes, Argentina's official beer, were great nonetheless.  The flights were long but thank god for Ambien.  Whew, I only was awake for about one hour on each flight.  Haha!  It came as a surprise to me that the only black or Asian people we saw were tourists and well, we only saw one of each race.  So, yah.  Rent Evita because 2004 BAires looks like 1952 BAires.  Well, throw in some huge Coca Cola and Samsung signs.  They smoke like chimney's.  More so than France. They were happy to see Americans.  GWBush thankfully was no where to be found in any newspaper. (like he should be)   And they are totally Spanish sexual hot (insert Halim's madamadamada here).