I read someone describe how the paris skies turn from blue to gray and gray again. I think that is the perfect lighting.
I wonder about what perfection is. everyone has rules and beliefs about this matter. I just find that I keep throwing rules and perfection out the window. not on purpose, but they keep flying out my open windows! and in my mind watch the paris skies change from blue to gray, then to blue again.

Mel you are not alone on this blog!! Virtually, and psychologically!!! As soon as I downloaded some images on Flickr during my coffee break, I started thinking about landscapes, imagination, reality, fantasy, places and spaces. Cities and towns. Small people and bigh people. Giants and munchkins. Covers and facades. Structures and pages. About reality being a book of our everyday stories. Dramatic, funny, noir, grotesque, comic, thriller like, documentary. For some reasons we overlay moments, situations and visual images creating sort of a real fake place. Or a fake real place. I am in a B&W moment. Sometimes it shows more details than the colored world!

I love this picture. I don't know why. it was taken long ago. it's always wonderful to surround yourself with your own images and imagination and of course great company! it's like a do-it-yourself world.... making it all yourself!

***http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7spjU4zDdI (all is see kylie - acoustic!)

I keep mis reading this sign in my friend's studio, does it say 'not here'? or 'no there?'

right outside this door there are vines falling,and a small garden. last night I saw a huge potted sunflower, here in the philippines? how bizarre!

there isn't much that is really inspiring out here. but in the past 24 hours, somehow, it was different. I went to a couple of friends' studios and they were all these mad crazy worlds... not just physically, in the objects and spaces they dwell in. but also in our conversations. in the way they dressed. the way they all lived were pretty fascinating.(all have relocated from someplace else, mostly new york ... paris, milan...)the structure is this gestalt, more than it is prescribed by time or productivity. things just unfold. I guess there are many funky people living out here ... secretly, and in private.

perhaps this is a place where you can really do whatever you want. and become who you really are. no rules. except to have as much fun as possible at every single moment.

still rockin to kylie!
and kanye - paranoid

another proustian moment. another picture that shouldn't have even existed.
the reality was a mess. mixed up flight schedules. I arrive in manila with 3 other full flights in the torrential rain. the driver leaves my car in the middle of it all. I run into the car with all my luggage...soaking wet. driver is missing. (car left running)the past couple of hours were the opposite of paradise...thank god, he left the cd player blasting some kraftwerk.... ahhhhh. nice...so it's those little things that make a huge disaster, funky and funny.

thank god no one bothered to steal my car.

why is it freezing here in manila??? what's going on?

amazing to be back in my forest of an apartment. (plants are all in good shape, dog is missing) a jar of nutella on my desk, and a bottle of wine... wow... how did that happen? who left that (for me?) there's this talented janitor in my building who made me some little ecologies in pots for me too (4 different species in one pot! and well a carafe and rocks with plants growing out of them.) ok not good, how did that happen???)! so sweet (to be back home!) my brother left a huge photo of water bubbles, framed. with ribbons hanging all over it in my room.

my 6 fluffy pillows and organically dyed sheets... ahhhh ... my funky paradise!



jose gonzales (cover) - love will tear us apart

I am back in my little freaky town after a fantastic week in St. Moritz. I really had fun skiing like there was no tomorrow and descending the slopes like a funky avalanche!!! Just some pictures from, litterally, above the world! I love the snow! But now I am here, sitting in front of my computer wearing a tshirt...it's unbelievably warm here in Bellinzona. I am not sure if I rather preferred the cold or, the warm weather with the birds singing and the flower already blossoming. Now, since Mel keeps talking about surf I want to learn too! Maybe Efrem and I should join you on the waves!!!!

I miss my old roommate, gabby. no matter what was going on. we always just danced and celebrated the things that we loved....today I ran into him, and it was hilarious.in one of our secret spots in this city.I won't tell you where it is...


I don't know what anyone else is thinking or feeling. and I don't really want to hear it. I don't understand why it's not enough just to celebrate the things you love. enjoy it. and just be!

why does everything have to make un-funky sense? to me, I love funkiness. if it means playing kylie all day for 3 days, why not?



when we had nothing to do, we'd make party boxes. just in case, you wanted to throw a party spontaneously, you had this magic box from which an instant party could just pop out of! molto ghetto chic


*** thats's gabby (we're cousins) and my sister, they used to live close by, him in milano and she in bcn - 'gay-ciample, him in the red light district, with models and tartugos and a fantastic rooftop terazza! so funny!

he told me the other night 'mel, when things aren't working, just play kylie'

***of course I am wearing eairth, my funky paradise! I can't do much about my surroundings, but man, I could wear my own (funky paradise!)

all I see - kylie
your love - kylie