I saw the very funny and interesting documentary 'Exit Through The Giftshop' today. Generally speaking a movie about street-art, but then it gets complicated. I won't reveal too much, but it's a movie edited by Banksy about the videodirector who's making a documentary about Banksy... makes sense? Well, see it, it's so great, and visualizes 'hype' in a really revealing way.
Trailer:
It was a pretty spontanious idea to see it, so getting home and googling it, I found this interesting theory - that Banksy in reality is the moviedirector Thierra Guetta. Or that Thierry is a fictional character created by Banksy. Funny no matter what.
But no mention of Banksy without some Banksy art...
I am a big fan of the photographer Anton Corbijn, and I remember how excited I was when I discovered that he was gonna direct a movie about Ian Curtis, the leadsinger of Joy Division - and a tragic figure.
The movie is from 2007, and I really recommend it. Visually and soundwise it's amazing. The actor playing Ian is really good, and he sings all the songs himself. Good job!
But if you want the real deal, this is their hauntingly beautiful teenangstridden song, Love Will Tear Us Apart.
...in Denmark. It's a Museum of Modern Art, and my favorite museum in Denmark. Not that I'm big on museums. It's situated north of Copenhagen, right be the sea - and it's in a beautiful old house that's been expanded. It was particularly nice that day, basking in the warm springsunshine that has finally come - and gone again today. *sigh*
I had a ticket to a marathon-concert friday night (3 hours of pure Liszt for the piano - amazing!), so I took off from work early and spent the entire afternoon looking at their Picasso-exhibition and their permanent stuff, drinking bad & expensive coffee and food (seriously - horrendously bad cafeteria!), reading my book, sitting in the sunlight and looking at the sea. It was a great 'personal day'.
I love the springboard - I think it's genious!
It may be spring, but it's still cold at nighttime and/or in the cold train riding home to Copenhagen, so a knitted hat is a plus to have in the bag.
Vast eternity, black clarity and clairoskopic brilliance in rainbowcolored light repeated. And me. And me. And me. Amidst the simple, breathtaking beauty...
I was at Louisiana today. More about that some other day.
I love this drawing. It totally encompasses the romantic, hopefull spirit in me.
'Everything that could possibly happen'. Isn't that beautiful?
I'm sorry, but I really can't remember where I found this - I've snatched it from some blog without writing credits down. I have a sneak suspesion that it's from Where the Lovely Things Are; but I'm not 100...
I'm really tired today and have hardly read any of the blogs I use to follow. First day of work - it was fine, my colleagues were very sweet and funny and smiling.
I can't wait to when it's normal...
This is bad of me - like Mette from Ungt Blod did a few times, I'm about to recommend an exhibition a little too late. It ends tomorrow.
But David Lynchs 'The Air Is On Fire' is out-of-this-world amazing.
I took a lot of pictures, that even if I had state-of-the-art equipment would not do the pieces justice.
'Pete goes to his girlfriends house' - underneath the zoomed image of her is the word 'end' written in coal. It gave me shivers, that little anonymous x and 'end'.
'Because of wayward activity upon unproductive thinking, Bob meets mister REDMAN.'
'Oh no.'
'The flames of desire and the twisted facilitater'
These pieces above were big. His materials unortodox - at least to an art-novice as myself. But he really understood the subjects and the way he could manipulate fire, ashes, glue, foam, textile, even dead flies.
He is so brutal towards women, but his revenge on assaulting men is awing and terrible.
'I hold you tight'.
'Mine'.
This picture, in its simple way, speaks so loud and overwhelmingly to me.
It was such a grim exhibition, but he has so much humor, that I was laughing most of the time, when shivers wasn't running down my spine from horror.
I knew his ideas would be amazing, but I wasn't expecting his skills, his techniques to be soo full and convincing.
Also, in more than 200 ringfolders, he's kept drawings, sketches, doodles on napkins, and some of them are on display - if you know your Lynch, it's fun to see ideas unfold from an inkdot on a post-it to e.g. Dune, Wild at Heart or Twin Peaks.
On sunday I saw Sofia Coppolas wonderful 'Somewhere'.
I meant to write a blog about it, but have been tied up with other things, as you can tell from my latest posts.
Linda at Simpel Dagbog also wrote a post about it, and she also linked to Phoenix' beautiful contribution to the soundtrack. But I'm going to as well. 'Love like a sunset pt. 1 & 2.'
The movie was so beautiful. Very quiet, very hesitant. Giving you time to absorb the images and the unspoken.
It somehow reminded me of David Hockneys poolpaintings.
I had a Frida Kahlo moment, as I was relaxing in the bath. Had to take a picture. (I need new nailpolish on my toenails...) If I could, I'd photoshop the Fernsehturm onto my picture, as a counterpart to Fridas Chrysler-building. Or is it the Empire State-building? Don't know. You get my grasp.
Oh, I love bathtubs, I have to restrain myself from not taking them ALL the time here in Berlin. It's been a long time since I felt so clean, which doesn't make any sense, because it's a little bit icky to soak in your own filth.
None the less, I adore it, and I've been listening to one of my favorite relaxing-albums, (you know, the kind of album that functions as a comforter - you just need to listen to it, and you instantly feel better/more relaxed/less stressed) Mike Pattons 'Mondo Cane', reading 'Kafka on the shore' by Murakami (my first Murakami encounter, and it won't be the last - so far) and drinking a bit of red wine. Oh, the decadence!
Today is wednesday, and friday I return to Copenhagen. I kinda miss my town, but Berlin is so big, and there is still so much I want to see. Mostly, I've just been drinking good coffee and walking around the city, discovering hidden gems - but there are MORE gems to be found, sparkling in the secret streets. Need to return soon... might take 6 months down here next year. Hmm...thinkthinkthink.
