Back to the future |
A good friend and I recently walked into one of these shops in search of anything by or starring strong female lead roles, and found little variety in the selection available.
To return, According to ...
Posted by Nadia on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 03:51:00 PST |
Stockholm Syndrome |
A chance meeting between a young woman and a seemingly drunk man. With little regard for circumstances or the many reasons why a lasting relationship between the two is seemingly impossible, they ...
Posted by Nadia on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 12:51:00 PST |
why so many words? |
" Fuck the pain away" screams Peaches from the Stockholm stage. And who wouldn´t want to live in a fairytale world; walk into a room and be kissed . No words.
Every single male in the room ...
Posted by Nadia on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 01:17:00 PST |
Sleep is not the absence of wakefullness |
Neuroscience for breakfast, the work of "people who do strange things with electronic equipment" for a late lunch. Followed by a play that sort of hints at the futility of therapy, reli...
Posted by Nadia on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 03:18:00 PST |
fast-track to success |
The artist, older, tells her that he sees another dimension. His wife, knowledgeable and well-versed may appreciate a concept, yet there is another aspect...that of the craftsmanship of art and the em...
Posted by Nadia on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 11:35:00 PST |
H&M |
There is a sense of inadequacy in the air. It pervades the bobo neighbourhoods of Sofo. Nights where the clubs are empty and the girls are horny. Phonecalls at 3.A.M, and how do you dos? Liberation is...
Posted by Nadia on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 06:30:00 PST |
Post departum |
On Sunday. I stay. Inside. All day.And wait. For someone.To come. And stay. Inside. All day....
Posted by Nadia on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 06:13:00 PST |
Stockholm. |
Pubic hairs beneath the blue sheets. An artist scavenges the remains of villages destroyed and builds rooms with no windows and no escapes; evidence of post-war german idyll, in a house given to him b...
Posted by Nadia on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 11:52:00 PST |
Love |
Oh these nights when sleep deserts me, as though she had lost the address to my restless soul. I sit on the window ledge and light a cigarette. There is a tree that miraculously thrives in the concret...
Posted by Nadia on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 03:48:00 PST |
Vices |
Organise your things, she hears her fathers voice echoing in her mind like so many times before. The rummaging through business cards, cd cases, papers old half-eaten fruit on the work-table be...
Posted by Nadia on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 03:47:00 PST |
