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quarta-feira, outubro 10, 2012
Mila Kunis II
vimeo stuff...
Russian reporter propositions Justin Timberlake on camera! from Strickly Viral Productions on Vimeo.
sabe impor-se a menina.
Miss Dior with Mila Kunis by Mario Sorrenti from Richard on Vimeo.
a preto e branco.
Russian reporter propositions Justin Timberlake on camera! from Strickly Viral Productions on Vimeo.
sabe impor-se a menina.
Miss Dior with Mila Kunis by Mario Sorrenti from Richard on Vimeo.
a preto e branco.
Mila Kunis.
Mila Kunis for Esquire's "Women We Love" by Sheryl Nields from CopiousTv on Vimeo.
tens sorriso. tens atitude. tens sentido de humor.
entraste nas marés vivas, no "70's show", ficção..séries, conseguiste o teu espaço.
Dramas,thriller's, comédia. Black Swan trouxe-te os olhares de toda a gente.
Sabes andar de Loubotin, sabes correr no central park, sabes beber vinho branco descalça só com uma tshirt, sentada no teu sofá,vês o mundo lá fora.
Sabes que ele é teu, mas não precisas de ter as luzes em ti a cada instante.
Tens postura, altiva, elegante.
Tens sangue nas veias, ritmo nos passos,sabes dançar de certeza. és gira a sorrir, sabes falar a sério, tens classe nos pés e na pose. a miúda do ano.
És tu.
Na minha opinião já estás no nivel da Scarlett.
como disse um camarada, "hail to the queen".
terça-feira, outubro 09, 2012
Piramides, cleopatras, john mayer
cleopatras e john mayer dá Frank Ocean.
obs. e percebo perfeitamente. perfeitamente.
Set the cheetahs on the loose
There’s a thief out on the move
Underneath our legion’s view
They have taken cleopatra
Run run run come back for my glory
Bring her back to me
Run run run the crown of our pharaoh
The throne of our queen is empty
And we’ll run to the future
Shining like diamonds in a rocky world
A rocky, rocky world
Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmere
As we march to the rhthym
On the palace floor
Chandeliers inside the pyramid
Tremble from the force
Cymbals crash inside the pyramid
Voices fill up the halls
Set the cheetahs on the looose
Theres a thief out on the move
Underneath our legions view
They have taken cleopatra
The jewel of Africa
What good is a jewel that ain’t still precious
How could you run off on me?
How could you run off on us?
You feel like God inside that gold
I found you laying down with Samson
And his full head of hair
Found my black queen Cleopatra
Bad dreams Cleopatra
Remove her
Send the cheetahs to the tomb
Our war is over our queen has met her doom
No more she lives no more serpent in her room
No more it has killed Cleopatra
Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds
Wake up to your girl for now let’s call her Cleopatra
I watch you fix your hair
Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra
Then your lipstick, Cleopatra
Then your six inch heels
Catch her
She’s headed to the pyramid
Shes working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Pimping in my convos
Bubbles in my champagne
Let it be some jazz playing
Top floor motel suite twisting my cigars
Floor model tv with the vcr
Got rubies in my damn chain
Whip ain’t got no gas tank
But it still got woodgrain
Got your girl working for me
Hit the strip and my bills paid
That keep my bills paid
Hit the strip and my bills paid
Keep a nigga bills paid
She’s working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
You showed up after work I’m bathing your body
Touch you in places only I know
You’re wet and you’re warm just like our bathwater
Can we make love before you go
The way you say my name makes me feel like
I’m that nigga
But I’m still unemployed
You say it’s big but you take it
Ride cowgirl
But your love ain’t free no more
But your love ain’t free no more
She’s working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
Working at the pyramid tonight
Working at the pyramid
como é obvio.
segunda-feira, outubro 08, 2012
passa muito por aqui.
by: http://swaggernewyork.com/2012/10/08/whats-happening-on-facebook-is-not-real/
What’s Happening On Facebook Is Not Real…
So put your phone down when I’m talking to you. Thanks.
Now that I have your attention, I’d like to talk to you about an issue that I have with my friends, which happens to be the issue they have with me – lack of attention span.
Since college, the length of time I can actually look a friend in the eye has totally plummeted.
Like, I’ll be totally in sync with what my girl Rebecca has to say for three minutes and then
I have this sudden urge, or anxiety, to press the “refresh” button on my email, or on my Facebook page, or on my Twitter feed. I don’t know what it is, I guess I’m addicted to the red alerts, to the popping sound my Twitter feed makes when a new @ mention comes through.
It’s not that I’m disinterested in what my girl’s telling me, it’s just that I want (or somehow need) to hear what OTHER people are saying to me at the same time. I need to know what’s going across all aspects of my life at all times, at the sake of focusing on one or three, deeper issue(s).
Call it greed, or narcissism, stupidity, or just the new efficiency. Whatever it is, it can’t be good. And that’s not because Facebook is the devil, it’s just that it doesn’t do a good job of giving us a real, thorough, and genuine story.
In real life, with our friends, the stories we tell each other have an extended arc. There’s a tension, and that’s followed by a climax, a denouement and the final result or outcome. With Rebecca, one domino drops which leads to the next, which drops the next.
It’s linear, it’s rational, there’s no stone left unturned.
On Facebook, on Twitter, on Instagram and on Tumblr, however, nothing is linear, it’s all very jumbled, and it’s all left to interpretation.
Is He WITH Britney Spears, or Is Britney Spears Just In The Photo? Did She Buy
That Givenchy Dress, Or Is She Just Trying It On In At A Store? We have no real answers, we just have a series of snapshots that don’t really say much, but somehow, they say everything.
So I go on believing that Britney’s new BFF is my cousin, that my enemy can afford Givenchy, and that I really really need a new gig. Meanwhile Rebecca continues to tell me about John’s run in with Britney Spears outside of a coffee shop, or Jane’s new gig at Givenchy, and I only follow the story in parts.
I deny myself a bond with my friend, and I also deny myself everything that makes a story great, which is what happens in between the climax and the result. So I guess what I’m saying – I’m all over the place, typical – is that the virtual world is fun, it’s exciting, it’s totally addictive, but it’s not REAL.
Swagger has 290,000 Fans but I only know 749 of them, so can I really have a relationship with ‘em in any real way? I, we, need to spend a little more time engaging those 749 people with the few hours we have.
Because life’s about friends, right? It’s not Facebook likes.
é um pequeno apontamento do que me apercebo, falta muito, mas penso que todos nós nos apercebemos. há muito mais. mas..a ideia passa por aqui.
agreed?
What’s Happening On Facebook Is Not Real…
So put your phone down when I’m talking to you. Thanks.
Now that I have your attention, I’d like to talk to you about an issue that I have with my friends, which happens to be the issue they have with me – lack of attention span.
Since college, the length of time I can actually look a friend in the eye has totally plummeted.
Like, I’ll be totally in sync with what my girl Rebecca has to say for three minutes and then
I have this sudden urge, or anxiety, to press the “refresh” button on my email, or on my Facebook page, or on my Twitter feed. I don’t know what it is, I guess I’m addicted to the red alerts, to the popping sound my Twitter feed makes when a new @ mention comes through.
It’s not that I’m disinterested in what my girl’s telling me, it’s just that I want (or somehow need) to hear what OTHER people are saying to me at the same time. I need to know what’s going across all aspects of my life at all times, at the sake of focusing on one or three, deeper issue(s).
Call it greed, or narcissism, stupidity, or just the new efficiency. Whatever it is, it can’t be good. And that’s not because Facebook is the devil, it’s just that it doesn’t do a good job of giving us a real, thorough, and genuine story.
In real life, with our friends, the stories we tell each other have an extended arc. There’s a tension, and that’s followed by a climax, a denouement and the final result or outcome. With Rebecca, one domino drops which leads to the next, which drops the next.
It’s linear, it’s rational, there’s no stone left unturned.
On Facebook, on Twitter, on Instagram and on Tumblr, however, nothing is linear, it’s all very jumbled, and it’s all left to interpretation.
Is He WITH Britney Spears, or Is Britney Spears Just In The Photo? Did She Buy
That Givenchy Dress, Or Is She Just Trying It On In At A Store? We have no real answers, we just have a series of snapshots that don’t really say much, but somehow, they say everything.
So I go on believing that Britney’s new BFF is my cousin, that my enemy can afford Givenchy, and that I really really need a new gig. Meanwhile Rebecca continues to tell me about John’s run in with Britney Spears outside of a coffee shop, or Jane’s new gig at Givenchy, and I only follow the story in parts.
I deny myself a bond with my friend, and I also deny myself everything that makes a story great, which is what happens in between the climax and the result. So I guess what I’m saying – I’m all over the place, typical – is that the virtual world is fun, it’s exciting, it’s totally addictive, but it’s not REAL.
Swagger has 290,000 Fans but I only know 749 of them, so can I really have a relationship with ‘em in any real way? I, we, need to spend a little more time engaging those 749 people with the few hours we have.
Because life’s about friends, right? It’s not Facebook likes.
é um pequeno apontamento do que me apercebo, falta muito, mas penso que todos nós nos apercebemos. há muito mais. mas..a ideia passa por aqui.
agreed?
by nAnonima.
Em Todas as Ruas te EncontroEm todas as ruas te encontro
em todas as ruas te perco
conheço tão bem o teu corpo
sonhei tanto a tua figura
que é de olhos fechados que eu ando
a limitar a tua altura
e bebo a água e sorvo o ar
que te atravessou a cintura
tanto tão perto tão real
que o meu corpo se transfigura
e toca o seu próprio elemento
num corpo que já não é seu
num rio que desapareceu
onde um braço teu me procura
Em todas as ruas te encontro
em todas as ruas te perco
Mário Cesariny, in "Pena Capital"
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