Gracias a mi amigo F, que me obsequió con ella, leí "La migraña", la única novela –novelita, inconclusa, además– de Antonio Alatorre, sobre el descubrimiento de su propia sexualidad, la típica novelita coming of age. No tiene desperdicio.
La suya es una de esas poca prosas de la lengua castellana que palian el daño causado por las cursiladas a las que se le adjudica, errónea o malamente, el título de literatura, y, también, el todavía peor daño de la pésima prosa, a la que se le tilda de periodismo, cuando en realidad no hay ni dos palabras bien engarzadas.
Va mi línea favorita, donde demuestra su creatividad lingüística (p.37):
"(Cuando supe que eso se llamaba migraña, el nombre acabó por parecerme muy adecuado: tiene algo del tigre y algo de la piraña, su rapidez y su movilidad, su ferocidad y ensañamiento, y aun su belleza. Migraña, piraña, tigraña.)"
Sin poemas A partir de hoy voy a amarte con silencios, provocando ausencias e inventando distancias; desde hoy voy a amarte sin poemas, con muy pocas acciones y escasas palabras... a partir de hoy voy a amarte así, como tú me amas.
Fifty years ago, PanAm produced a documentary film intended to seduce Americans to visit Yugoslavia. It is marvelous to listen to the candid euphoria celebrating different nations, a variety of religions and one single desire, liberty, after learning what happened in the nineties, when Tito's presence vanished politically.
The Adriatic coast is perhaps the most beautiful in Europe (so different to the Côte d'Azur, which looks so Mexican to me). The Tito Museum hasn't changed a single bit, except for Tito's own grave where the flowers stood in advance. The film proudly elaborates on Yugoslavian girls wearing bikini before Americans.
If you have any sort of relationship to Yugoslavia you will definitely enjoy this Kodachrome film.
Le blog de SoVeNa is a photoblog which I like a lot, belonging to Sophie Boisgallais. Today, she posted a fabulous collection of sosias ("similarities", she dubbed them) taken from the fashion world. It is worth checking them... Here just one example.
There is a relatively known French impressionist painter called Jean-Louis Forain (1852-1931). He was sort of obsessed with the inspection and abuse of ballerinas at the backstage of the Parisian Opéra. I bet his pieces work as a complaint, since he was a very well known caricaturist.
Forain, Sur le plateau (1912)
Last night I spent a good amount of hours searching for the authenticity of this image, which has been wrongly labeled on Google. Somebody attended an exhibition and recalled wrongly its author. It has been hard to correct it, because the painting is rather unknown and belongs to a private collector.
Since then, it has been falsely attributed to Toulouse-Lautrec, instead of Forain. This image was –I guess– scanned from the catalog because the original one stumbling on Google has white uneven margins on the left and lower sides – which I removed.
It is interesting to observe the mechanism of the internet: one mistake keeps repeating. Is it possible to retrieve it? All people keep reposting this image as "Toulouse-Lautrec's Dancer". Maybe people posting it should rename the file.
Just one person post it correctly: Forain, Sur le plateau (1912). Another blogger wrote a correct description of the painting: "Sur le plateau (daté de 1912, coll. particulière) montre un
bourgeois « maquignonnant » avec assurance une danseuse comme pour en
évaluer le prix."
Although it is not absolutely clear on this image, the signature on the right lower corner does not correspond to Toulouse-Lautrec's. It looks rather like a Forain signature (specially as the third sample here).
This video about a retrospective hold in Paris two years ago excludes any doubt (see 2:12).
Forain liked the theme: a man inspecting women, as if they were objects, products or stuff.
Update (May 29):
I just talked to the woman who wrongly attributed the Forain painting to Toulouse-Lautrec. She was so kind to check it up in the catalog of the Portland exhibition where she saw the painting. I do not have a copy of the catalog but she assured me that the credit is given to Toulouse Lautrec, The Dancer. Now their post has been taken down.
The investigation needs to go deeper... I will contact the staff at the museum.
Stolpersteine are rocks set on the sidewalk to stumble upon while strolling in a German city. Gunter Demnig, an artist, developed the idea as both a way to intervene public space and a personalized memorial for victims of the Nazi politics.
At the project's website you can see a map of the 33,000 Stolpersteine Demnig has installed so far. An amazing register, but far too little for the millions killed. "Here lived"... and the data regarding the persons killed, either Judes, Sinti-Roma, gays, handicapped or whoever.
This kind of projects should be more successful than the emptiness proposed by, say, Damian Hirst. But so is the market...
This is a sample of the first page of Don Quijote's editio princeps. You can read it online, play with it, zoom in, zoom out, listen to the music composed about it, check an interesting map of Don Quijote's adventures, and more.
Look at this childish work by Roy Lichtenstein. It shows happiness, summer, the girl with the ball has also a cape as if she was a super hero. She looks delighted, her friends rather worried, the one on the foreground amazed or curious. Lichtenstein did not painted many naked bodies, this is a great one. Looks so natural, that you cannot think of it as eroticism at all.
In his Autobiography, Helmut Newton recalls the first time he saw a naked woman and how he stole a porn magazine from his older brother's table when he was seven.
I had to think about my own experience... Gigi!
Gigi is a Japanese animated cartoon. For me, as I was five, six or seven years old, this was my first encounter with an image of a naked girl. I remember learning by heart the transmission schedule just to be able to check her. It was really erotic: as the small girl metamorphosed in a naked adult, a cloud was covering her, inviting you to imagine the rest and you just wanted that damn cloud to disappear... and when it did she was already wearing clothes. Still, there was a generous glance of her back, her round butt and perfect boob. She danced as a ballerina and knew how to look back over her shoulder. Exquisite feminine!
Then she was wearing some sexy outfit...
I learned that there was a specific number of transformations by chapter (perhaps just one?, don't really remember), so the rest of the time I was chasing something else, just waiting for the next one to happen.