Musings.

I love it that Muse shows the going-mad-for-you side of love that is dark, bitter yet feels so good sometimes. This song is one of their masterpieces with lyrics filled with obsession - but don't we all fall in love so much some time during our lives that we basically become addicted to that person...? As if that person was a drug and you can only LIVE if he's around and when he's not... well... you only exist.

I know to some this kind of love might sound too consuming to some but the truth is, this is the only kind of love that is worth living. Wasn't it Arthur Miller who said the majority of people live in 50-60% relationships? Ever since I've heard this theory, I decided I would only settle for something that is 100%. This does not mean perfection, this means that you are completely attached to that person emotionally. And when you find this kind of love, it might hurt but still, it's wonderful.

Muse - Time Is Running Out

If the man in my life is the only person for whom I would wake up at 7 am, Evgeni Plushenko is the only one for whom I would stay up until 6 am - and so I did, to root for him on this year's Winter Olympics. There many debates out there about whether or not Evan Lysacek deserved the gold - I am partial so I definitely say he didn't - this post is not going to be about that. Or at least not exactly.

All I can say is, what when Plushenko does it seems natural and instinctive, in the case of Lysacek seems prepared and artificial. Plushenko is a genious who was born to skate, I think no-one, regardless to what they think about the results of this specific competition can deny that.
Below, one of my personal favourites - his long programme at the Salt Lake City Winter Olypics, 2002

Style translates.

When I heard that Tom Ford is about to make a movie, I got really excited. Now that I've already seen it - I must say, I am impressed. I wouldn't say it's a dynamic movie, I wouldn't say it's exciting - no. In fact, it is quite slow but this is the beauty of it. You get the impression (and this impression might actually be the truth) that Mr. Ford designed each and every one of the frames, all the tiny little details, from pink cigarettes to the way Colin Firth walks and all these things, paired with the beautiful music equals an exceptionally beautiful and thought-provoking movie... or not, maybe it is not even a movie, it is more like an art piece - and for that, I would say it's a masterpiece.

How does it feel to be on your own?

Man, I love Bob Dylan.

Picture of the week.

Jack Nicholson, by Annie Leibovitz for Vanity Fair.

The one who showed us fashion really was art...

... Alexander McQueen. My heart is bleeding.

Let's die a little.

Those who like photography often compare Mantegna's Cristo Muerto to a picture taken of Che Guevara's dead body. This comparison has been made by - amongst others - Susan Sontag, Hungarian photographer Gellér B. - and David Bowie. I like the latter's version the most - so artistic, so cool, so Bowie.

David Bowie - Lodger: