One day I’ll move get away

Well there's nothing I truly desire
There's nothing that I really want
But the times I find myself in the fire
You choose between the right and the wrong

I wish I could control all my judgements
Understand every move
Take my mind and all of it’s voices
Tell me what should I do

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

I remember being part of that era
I remember being so far from home
All the times I needed someone to hear me
Cos I’ve never felt so much on my own

All the trouble that you have with your future
All the rules that make your life so secure
There are people who will give their opinions
But tell me what do they know

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

Who d'you think you're talking to
Who d'you think you're talking to
Who d'you think you're talking to

annamo via, tenemose pe' mano

rome_nearcampo, originally uploaded by theo79.

A Sora Rosa me ne vado via,
ciò er core a pezzi pe'lla vergogna,
de questa terra che nu mm'aiuta mai
de questa gente che te sputa n'faccia,
che nun'ha mai preso na farce in mano,
che se distingue pe na cravatta.
Me ne vojo annà da sto paese marcio,
Che cià li bbuchi ar posto der cervello,
che vò magnà dull'ossa de chi soffre,
che pensa solo ar posto che po' perde.
Ciavemo forza e voja più de tutti
Annamo là dove ce stanno i morti,
anche se semo du ossa de prosciutti
ce vedrà chi cià li occhioni sani
che ce dirà: "venite giù all'inferno
armeno ciavrete er foco pell'inverno".
Si ciai un core, tu me poi capì
Si ciai n'amore, tu me poi seguì
Che ce ne frega si nun contamo gnente
Se semo sotto li calli della ggente.
Sai che ti dico, io mo' me butto ar fiume,
così finisco de campà sta vita
che a poco a poco m'ha ‘succato l'occhi
più delle pene de stana immortale.
Annamo via, tenemose pe'mano,
c'è solo questo de vero pe'chi spera,
che forse un giorno chi magna troppo adesso
possa sputà le ossa che so' sante.

Antonello Venditti

this is not a seasonal passion

this is not a seasonal passion, originally uploaded by theo79.

this will be my year!

acrobata s.m.

acrobata s.m., originally uploaded by theo79.

acrobata (s. m.) è chi cammina tutto in punta (di piedi): (tale, almeno, è per l'etimo): poi procede, però, naturalmente, tutto in punta di dita, anche, di mani (e in punta di forchetta): e sopra la sua testa: (e sopra i chiodi, fachireggiando e funamboleggiando): (e sopra i fili tesi tra due case, per le strade e le piazze: dentro un trapezio, in un circo, in un cerchio, sopra un cielo): volteggia su due canne, flessibilmente, infilzate in due bicchieri, in due scarpe, in due guanti: (dentro il fumo, nell'aria): pneumatico e somatico, dentro il vuoto pneumatico: (dentro pneumatici plastici, dentro botti e bottiglie): e salta mortalmente: e mortalmente (e moralmente) ruota: (così mi ruoto e salto, io nel tuo cuore)
sanguinetti

purple is the new manhattan

purplegie, originally uploaded by theo79.

this is one of my favorite places in brooklyn.
I took pictures like this more than once and I'm sure tons of people did the same in the same position.
but this is my purple touch.
I'm gonna print it très grande and put it over my bed.
thanks to all my lovely mates for the print coupon gift =)

i don't wanna be damned on hell.

i don't wanna be damned on hell., originally uploaded by theo79.

I don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged, I don't wanna be damned oh hell
I don't wanna be broke, I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be S.O.L.

Give me rolling hills so tonight can be the night that I send them up a thousand thrills

Can you cut me some slack, Cause I don't wanna go back, I want the new day and age

what are we thankful for?

I've just read this post from HIPSTER RUN OFF,
one of the place where you can probably recognize yourself and the world you have around.
I think this is a sincere manifest of our electrotimes.

//// What I am thankful for.
////// by Carles

I am thankful for social networks, a place that helps me express myself and connect with friends.
I am thankful for blogs, a form of media where I can truly express myself without the constraints and excess noise of social networks.
I am thankful for my friends because they help me to feel better about myself after I find out how sad/alone they are bc they have parents who didn’t love them as authentically as mine love me.
I am thankful for Napster for creating the mp3.
I am thankful for Mark Zuckerburg and Tom for being my friend.
I am thankful for vegan bc it made my family make me a ’special lil meal’ at the Thanksgiving table.
I am thankful for computers for making electro too accessible.
I am thankful for Apple for creating the iPhone so that I can do lines of blow off it.
I am thankful for Macbooks and iMacs for giving me the opportunity to ‘connect’ and ‘create’ to build my weblog website thingy.
I am thankful for Fiji water for giving me the opportunity to differentiate.
I am thankful for frozen yogurt for giving me an alt+healthy ’smart treat.’
I am thankful for Justice for being a meme that can be blogged about until they make a new album and inauthentic people will ’say it is good’ but they will just be holding on to how the world used to be/who they used to be.
I am thankful for party photographers for ‘going out’ so that we don’t have to.
I am thankful for girls who show their breasts in party pix for coming from fractured families.
I am thankful for child predators who made child predator glasses possible.
I am thankful for Anthony Volodkin for creating the Hype Machine and adding value to the long tail of meaningless, crappy, terrible, unjustified, poorly written music blogs.
I am thankful for the man who invented the remix.
I am thankful for cool dads who drive Priuses.
I am thankful for free spirited moms who drive Lexus SUV hybrids.
I am thankful for free spirited moms who make 28K per year and dress like they just came out of a dumpster.
I am thankful for my blog bffs for posting a few good songs per week so that I don’t have to listen to the crappy mp3s that entry level producers send me [via email].
I am thankful for street fashion bloggers for being the kind of people who ’still carry a camera around with them every where they go’ (this is what people did when digital cameras came out, but now with camphones, it’s a whole new landscape).
I am thankful for tumblr for taking the meme economy to a place we never thought it could.
I am thankful for people who hang out on message boards who ‘have opinions.’
I am thankful for people who are trying to take their alternative personal brand to the next level.
I am thankful for Sparks for keeping me awake when I am abt 2 fall asleep at 1 p.m. every day.
I am thankful for my boss at my ‘real job’ not knowing what Sparks is, so that I can drink it at my desk at work.
I am thankful for blow.
I am thankful for sluts in bathrooms.
I am thankful for God, for creating people of all colours.
I am thankful for AZNs.
I am thankful for blipsters.
I am thankful for Obama.
I am thankful for MexicAlts/Altinos.
I am thankful for white people for oppressing s00 many people, enabling some of the most ‘bad ass’ art which has inspired college dorm room art for mnstrm bros.
I am thankful for my brother who doesn’t ‘get’ me.
I am thankful for my sister for ‘trying to understand me.’
I am thankful for airlines so that I can fly abroad to find myself.
I am thankful for Australia, France, the UK, and other altCountries for passing laws which legalize study-abroad programs.
I am thankful for HIPSTER RUNOFF.
I am thankful for Carles.
I am thankful for ‘meaning.’
I am thankful for authenticity.
I am thankful for finding a place where people who ’see the world the way I do’ go to talk about life.
I am thankful that Carles ‘gets’ me.
I am thankful for me.
I am thankful for my personal brand.
I am thankful for American Apparel for creating a simple, yet [highly branded] way for me to express myself.
I am thankful for Barry Obama.
I am thankful for the War in Iraq for helping our economy through tough times.
I am thankful for the Financial Crisis for giving us something 2 blog about.
I am thankful for Sarah Palin, the meme of 2k8.
I am thankful for trivial electro producers.
I am thankful for RSS/GoogleReader.
I am thankful for my brain for letting ‘memes’ happen.
I am thankful for ________________.

goodnight, travel well

the unknown distance to the great beyond
stares back at my grieving frame
to cast my shadow by the holy sun
my spirit moans with a sacred pain
and it's quiet now
the universe is standing still

there's nothing I can say
there's nothing we can do now
there's nothing I can say
there's nothing we can do now


and all that stands between the souls release(?)
this temporary flesh and bone
we know that it's over now
I feel my faded mind begin to roam



every time you fall
and every time you try
every foolish dream
and every compromise
every word you spoke
and everything you said
everything you left me, rambles in my head

there's nothing I can say
there's nothing I can do now
there's nothing I can say
there's nothing I can do now

up above the world so high

and everything you loved
and every time you try
everybody's watching
everybody cry

stay, don't leave me
the stars can't for your sign
don't signal now

get closer.

get closer., originally uploaded by theo79.

sick of goodby's

today i've seen this robert frank's work.
I think is one of my new favourite ones.

Spaceman, The Killers

Spaceman
From Killers new upcoming album Day & Age

Mixing Skills

Architect Zaha Hadid for Melissa (brasilian shoes)


Zaha Hadid for Chanel (the Pavilion, NYC)

Little Joy, Great Experience

My fall album


I literally adore this album.
Warmly Recommended.
Thanks to my friend Vincent for sharing.

Fabrizio Moretti interviewed by hollywoodinsider about this new project

EW: Little Joy is made up of you, your girlfriend, Binky, producer Noah Georgeson, and Los Hermanos guitarist Rodrigo Amarante. How did you guys hook up?
FABRIZIO MORETTI: My whole family lives in Brazil, and my brother kept sending me Rodrigo's music. One night, his band and mine were playing the same festival in Portugal and he came by to say hello. After the show, we stayed up the whole night by the side of the river in Lisbon, just chatting it up. Then Rodrigo came to work [in L.A.] with Devendra Banhart, and we started hooking up and making music. We met Binky around the same time, and we just started writing songs together. I had this bushel of songs I'd been saving for a long time, but they were just seeds. We developed them together and made them realistic ideas.

And you named this band after a bar?
[Laughs] Yeah, I used to live right up the street. It's the bar where we'd go to unwind. Binky was actually the one who said we should call the band Little Joy. I was like, "I don’t know," but then I came around to it.

Do you consider this a side project?
I don’t know. I have all my heart and love in it right now — this is my band. We’re hoping we’ll get the album out by November or some time in late fall.

What about the Strokes?
The plan is for us to start getting our ideas together in February. I can’t wait to see those guys and work on music with them, but right now all of my focus is on this. With me and [guitarist] Nick [Valensi] living in L.A., and everyone else in New York City, I feel a bit detached from the rest of the guys, but we keep in touch. It's weird, for ten years — since 1998 — we were together all the time.

There was a rumor a while back that the Strokes might work with producer Rick Rubin on the next record.
I'd love to work with Rick Rubin. He made some pretty seminal records. But it's like, before we have an idea, before there's a sketch done, we’re not going to choose the color.

paris photo 2008: coup de foudre

Just back from Paris Photo 08.
My fav

sarah moon

luc coquer

noriko tamaguchi (ketai girl)

vee speers

ilse bling

trent parke

and also

gisele freund
maggie tylor
charles harbutt
ellen kooi
izima kaoru
alec soth
rat hole
holly anders
youssef nabi
martin smith
petrina hicks
bill henson
lise sarfati

inspiration: norman parkinson

His Site

The Killers EMA 08 performance

I'm not human, I'm a dancer.

oh ba ma

oh ba ma, originally uploaded by ifotog, Queen of Manhattan Street Photography.

from the soho NYC group I've created months ago.
Join and add to group!

baby im broke

baby im broke, originally uploaded by theo79.

Baby, I’m broke.
I don’t just mean money,
My batteries are dead and my engine’s stopped running.

Baby, I’m tired,
Past understanding,
How heartache and debt are my closest companions.

Baby, I’m broke,
Nothing to lose.
I want you to help me but baby, you’re cruel,
And talking to you,
I might as well throw my head back and howl at the moon,
Yeah, for all the good it’ll do.

Baby, I’m broke.
I feel so lonesome.
Love, money or time, I don’t mind, could I loan some?

But baby you’re strange,
Your heart’s all a flutter.
Your head’s in the sky but your mind’s in the gutter.

Baby, I’m broke.
The last train’s left town,
And I left my way in the lost and the found.
I’m thinking out loud.
I might as well throw my head back and shout at the clouds.
Yeah, for all the good it’ll do now.
For all the good it’ll do now.
For all the good it’ll do now.

Baby, I’m broke.
No use in crying.
I’ll stay sitting here, filling time ‘till I’m dying.

Baby, it’s hard.
Nothing I can do.
I’m just some poor fool who life dealt a bad hand to.

Baby I’m broke.
And one thing holds true.
There’s no gold for me, I was born to be blue.
For all of my money,
And all of my hopes,
Have gone up in smoke.
‘Cause baby I’m broke.

(lucky soul)

witches!witches!rest now in fire

witches!witches!rest now in fire, originally uploaded by theo79.

They want you to burn in hell
Because of your magic spell
It may seem hard but it's just fair enough
Cause Satan's your best friend
No need to run no more
The Inquisition's at your door
It may seem hard but it's just fair enough
You danced naked around the fire
The mob has brought you here
They want your soul
(Get Well Soon)

kill qoob, the ultimate contest

One of the bravest experiment ever is turning OFF.

Beside any comments, qoobers and creative of all world there's a dazed killing contest for you.

Contest Description

We're heathen, that you know already. And maybe a little exorcist, too. Or exorcising, who knows? Against all TV taboos, here we are launching the ultimate challenge in media history: Kill Qoob!

And most of all, here we are launching the first joint audio-video commissioning scheme of our history.

It's freely interpretable as also: how would you kill Qoob. Or what will you do if Qoob died. Or how is the Qoob that you'd want but that you've never had (that is a bit like killing the present one and giving birth to a new one). Or maybe Qoob must live on otherwise I'd die! Or maybe behold all you vile people that want to kill Qoob, for thou shalt die! Delirious huh? I mean, try and imagine a world without Qoob and speak your mind about that.

So, videomakers and audiomakers unite: collaborate and create the perfect goodbye to Qoob, in sound and images, then upload it on our website. You can run free with creative stories, be them live action or animation, set up a drama or a silly comedy. You can also just choose to stand in front of a very dyi webcam and shoot your 1,000 reasons why this website drives you nuts or simply sucks (and yet, you could tell us how much you love us!). Or maybe you could shoot the fake music video for the fakest band of all times that only sings about death and the likes...

Take this as the perfect epitaph for this media that you so much love and hate at the same time.

It's a one-of-a-lifetime chance to let loose of your rage against Qoob: be it because you believe that our video contests are fake, or because videoplayers don't work, or because comments and ratings are vile, or because pics are not prominent as they were...

Isn't this great? We truly believe it is.

After all, what day better than today, Halloween, to launch such a lethal commissioning scheme?

Go to the contest