About Me
I was born in a small town in Brazil, grew up feeling somewhat miscast (the film didnt fit me, AT ALL), went to study in São Paulo and Paris, graduated in movies but always had a bias for art and fashion-driven topics.
Good natured but intolerant with lazy activism and shallow boutique posers, age has taught me that I dont have to be nice all the time to please whoever.
I believe its perfectly possible to have champagne, real champagne, dress richly and, simultaneously, do something for those who live on the edge.
By doing something I mean "go to work" and not stay in front of an expensive laptop pretending to be Madre Tereza.
Travelling around generated many states in me, a great landscape of effusive effects.
Beauty, anger, tenderness, fury, love, hate, indifference, apotheosis, high life, low life, bash, trash, everything I hear, watch, read, taste, feel, lick, suck contributes to the person I am today, right now as I write these lines.
Music? Pretty much the widest possible range, from Mozart to Take That, passing by Kronos Quartet and Rex The Dog.
I know what I dont like but havent got the slightest idea about what I want. Its all about perceptions.
Movies? Welcome Woody, Cronenberg and Sharunnas Bartas.
Books? Mann, Pille, Les Bienveillantes, Céline.
Fashion? Raf, Raf, Raf/Miuccia, Miuccia, Miuccia/ Nicolas, Nicolas, Nicolas.
Things change so fast, many people I know are dying and my antidote to oldness is keeping the penthouse windows open, no matter the rain, wind or sun.
When pissed? I just let it out, alone or surrounded by others.
When I look back I realize all the pain and the wrongness are irrelevant.
Honesty, civilization, bad manners and unbalance arent opposites but co-workers.
Bring it on and lets rock this fuck!.......................................................
....I took an e in Amsterdam, got out, bought a bike from a junkie and went to the movies to see Bullets Over Broadway.
When it ended, got out, forgot the bike and the way back home. A dutch policeman helped me, he was very polite.
When I wake up with this hangover from hell, I go out and buy gym outfits, then I have a drink and think that it would be lovely to be Karen Walkers son, even though she would certainly look at me and shoot: "Honey...Just Dont".
