Monday, November 30, 2009

Advice: Wordy words of wisdom from Jean-Luc Godard that could be construed as pretentious horseshit, I suppose, depending on your outlook but I like them, featuring Anna Karina (slightly NSFW)

Quotes from Godard illustrated by his wife and muse, my own style inspiration and personal patron saint, the lovely and talented* Anna Karina.


*Not sure if you’d noticed, but I only bill as “lovely and talented” those who take it off. Write that down.

All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun. (Journal entry, 5/16/91)


“Light me up!” Still of Anna Karina as Natacha van Braun from Alphaville, une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution / Alphaville (1965)
I don’t think you should feel about a movie. You should feel about a woman. You can’t kiss a movie.


Still with Jean-Paul Belmondo from Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961), previously highlighted with “Look, Ma, no gag reflex!” still here back in September.

“In films, we are trained by the American way of moviemaking to think we must understand and ‘get’ everything right away. But this is not possible. When you eat a potato, you don’t understand each atom of the potato!” (Interview with David Sherritt, The Christian Science Monitor, 8/3/94)


Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961)
Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self. (Critique called “What Is Cinema?” for Les Amis du Cinéma , 10/1/52, a work which advanced the auteur theory but also kind of ripped off Bazin, which is weird cause Bazin would’ve read it and was a big influence on Godard but this was done contemporaneously of Bazin himself working on something titled this, about this, so maybe the quote is misattributed? … or maybe there is more to it than I know with my tiny ken of French movie guys, maybe it was a done thing to borrow titles from one another, or perhaps it was a continuation of a dialogue they were already having both in person and via publications, or, finally, it could even have been an “understood” question which anyone might use as the title of a book or article … I am probably over-reading it.)


Hands down my favorite picture of Anna Karina

Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion. (“Defense and Illustration of Classical Construction,” Cahiers du Cinéma, 9/15/52)


Cover or liner art for her album, a collaboration with the dread Serge G

The truth is that there is no terror untempered by some great moral idea. (“Strangers on a Train,” Cahiers du Cinéma 3/10/52 — Godard wrote extensively and insightfully in his early career about the movies of Hitchcock, one of my favorite and I think misunderstood directors; I’ll try to share some good nuggets from time to time)


Anna cahorts about topless as Anne in 1968’s The Magus, also starring Anthony Quinn (Zorba the Greek), Michael Caine, and Candace Bergen (Murphy Brown) — no one seems to like this movie but me. That’s okay, because I like it a lot.
Photography is truth. The cinema is truth twenty-four times per second. (Le petit soldad / The Little Soldier, 1963.)


With Jean-Paul Belmondo again, this time as Ferdinand and Marianne in the sort of romantic-tragi-comedy-crime-caper Pierrot le fou / Crazy Pete / Pierre Goes Wild (1965).


To be or not to be? That’s not really a question. (unsourced)


Screencap with subtitles from Une femme est une femme / A Woman is a Woman (1961).

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

¡Piernotas!

¡Bonitas piernas! ¿A que hora abren?

Este post es algo tramposo :) pues no se trata de alsun asunto o tema particular. Solamente encontre esta buena foto y quise compartirlas con ustedes.  ¿ A poco la zorrita de la foto tiene un par de piernotas capaz de provocar infartos? Sin embargo, a la que le debemos dar las gracias es a su amiga de rosita (que se ve que tambien esta potable), la cual, segun se ve, fue la que animo a su amiga carnosa a mostrar su fenomenal par de apendices. ¡Gracias por ser tan cooperativa, ojala hubiera mas mujeres como tu… la neta!

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Friday, November 20, 2009

aki sora promo [ecchi] with download link

Looks obviously more juicy than Kanokon and below is its synopsis of the manga taken from Baka-Updates Manga :

Aki-Sora revolves around Aki Aoi and Sora Aoi, a pair of close siblings who have shared an intimate bond since childhood. During their coming of age, they each come to realize the true depth of the love they feel for each other and consummate that love in secret. They keep their younger sister, Nami, Sora’s twin in the dark about their new relationship. Nami, clueless of what is happening in her household aims to set her brother up with her best friend, Kana Sumiya. Despite these relationships Nami seems to have feelings for someone near to her too but keeps them secret.

Airing next month, this is one good christmas present for all the perverts out there

The promo download link HERE

Other screenshots

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Wish #6: Look good naked

(K Monogram Wreath via Design Sponge)

Every person at some point or other struggles with body love. I have plenty of love for myself. I love my dark brown eyes. I love my long, strong fingernails. I love the little dipper constellation of beauty marks near my left wrist. I love my decolletage and my defined shoulders. I love my petite feet. I love my shaped shin and calf muscles. I love all of the different colours that comprise my body’s canvas.  Hey that’s some good love!

Individually, all of these things are great but I sometimes have trouble with the whole package. I am learning that it is less about changing myself physically but rather re-programming my brain. It’s really about changing my thoughts and especially, the words that I use to describe myself – either to myself or others. Looking good naked is really a state of mind. And I really WANT to look good naked. Will I be running a race naked? Ever? Definitely not. That’s just plain crazy. And sounds kind of painful besides. But I am ready to change the image I see when it comes down to just me and my mirror.

Monday, November 16, 2009

nowhere to be found

It felt like an absence
  because I found myself
naked and in darkness
the wood on which I sat
the timid air
the swollen imagination
could I repeat
my lucky survival once again ?
together, wed-locked
to the void that excites
me, to the nothingness
that caresses me, to the silence
that disintegrates me
I would remain
    somewhere, somehow
giving names to unknown
aspects of reality
    imagining myself naked
or aroused
  or isolated
or none of these
just then,
nowhere to be
found.

Nihilistic Poetry

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Playboy Style(Nude) Shoot

Only a quick update, sorry guys, but I don’t have much time to write tonight. Just picked up a disc of sexy playboy style nudes and lingerie I did a few months ago. There were around 1000 pics so I had to select only a few, look at some previews:

Tomorrow I’ll update with a cuckolding entry about my experiences per comment request. Hope you enjoy the pics. Comments?

Please vote in the poll in the sidebar.

XOX

Friday, November 6, 2009

Boys Will Be (Naked) Boys

If you are a parent, not much brings a lift to your step quite like the words “potty training.”  Well, “sleeps through the night” is pretty fantastic, but I’m at this stage in my parenthood development, so I’m going with potty training.  Besides, all those years of sleep-deprivation did so much damage to my memory, I can barely remember those god-awful times.  (My husband, BTW, has no recollection of such things as he slept through our youngest child’s sleep peccadilloes.  Go figure.)  Anyhoo, I have been chronicling some high and low points in our family’s recent conversion from the land of “pull-up” to “underwear” and now I have this chapter to add to my little sad saga.

Who knew I would ever admit to missing the days of diapers?  Actually, I don’t miss the diapers per se, but I do miss the inaccessibility that diapers create.  At least there was that distinct “rrrriiiipppp” sound when he took his diaper off.

Our little cowboy keeps us laughing!

The other day I head down to the basement to take my youngest a drink.  (He is very adept at yelling his every whim to me.  It seems his siblings are master teachers when it comes to that.)  This wasn’t some sneak down the stairs and see how high I can make him jump kind of moments.  I simply walked down the stairs with his juice that he had just asked for.  And what do I find?  A naked little boy sitting on my couch.

 

Well, to be fair, he still had his shirt on.  I pretty much chalked it up to yet another clothing malfunction of his and just dressed him and got on with life.  (This is a kid whose every article of clothing bugs him – tags, seams, you name it.  We spend an inordinate amount of time trying to get that kiddo dressed and out the door every day.)

A week later I find him under the Foosball table similarly dressed.  And then yesterday, while I was happily typing on the computer 18 inches away from him, he stripped down again.

It was one of those “hmm, it’s been pretty quiet” instances and so I turned around and had to have one of those parenting moments. You know the ones where you have to struggle with not laughing out loud and then cycle through all the child psychology courses you’ve ever taken to decide what is actually the appropriate approach.

Here is my adorable 3 year old son, sitting in an office chair with nothing but a Spiderman t-shirt on, carefully inspecting his scrotum.  It was like watching the chimpanzees at grooming time.

My reaction?  ”Honey, remember how you’re not supposed to sit around without your pants on?  Remember about germs and how you are leaving germs on the chair when you don’t have your underwear on?”

“Oh yeah.  We want to keep our buggy germs all to ourselfs.  Right, Mama?”

Who knew I’d ever be thankful that the kids all got Swine Flu?

Monday, November 2, 2009

Crazy Asian/European Bed Party- Yellow + Brown + White

wOw what a crazy night we had…

these guys were unstoppable…

one Spanish, one Italian, two Chinese…

and YING & NATASHA…

mmm…

we just went on and on. and the fact that we come in a package, finest Chinese Babe with the finest Indian Chick is just toooooo much for someone of the guys. They expect two Chinese and here they get the entire flavour of the Exotic & Erotic East… we could make out the moment they saw us and we also decided to have a night to remember… we are just back to freshen up… always when u are working like this you need sometime on ur own and especially when u travel only in fancy car and fuck rich fucks from across the globe… we need sometime on our own, we are naked most of the time to everyone and we cunt think but when we cum back home and both of us sit together and discuss the hapening and talk and plan our next steps it always helps us…

We LOVE each other..

i won’t trade her for anything on the planet…

Peace & Lust…

more about te wild night tomorrow!!!