Inspiration

Image shamelessly "stole" from Anine Bing, because a) I loved the style and b) I couldn't agree more about "Dreaming of light washed denim, spring and fresh flowers."

Nostalgia in Times Square

This post from Ann Street Studio (told you already how big fan of their work I am) gave me such good vibes of my favorite musical genre: jazz! Looking through those pictures I could find myself lost somewhere I've never been, in the old and underground NY with all the jazzy corners!... Oh my!

Mingus Big Band - Nostalgia in Times Square

Yeah, I was hanging out in Times Square, reminiscing to the rhythm of the city. Walking up and down Broadway, checking out all them fine babes. Dancers on their way to class. Birdland, the jazz corner of the world! Yea, I played with Mingus at Birdland one night. I said, Charles, can I play one with you? He said yeah, come on, man. As long as the union don't bust us. Well, no sooner said than done, Mingus counted off Charlie Parker's "Coco", fast as he could play it. And man, that was fast.Well, I got off two choruses without getting too bruised. And then when the set was over James Hoodie came over and gave me a big hug, and said, man, you made it! Made me feel real warm. Gave me the courage to keep on keeping on, Jack. Yeah! Well, I sure felt good that night.

 

Photos: Ann Street Studio

Now this was a good reminder...

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

W.M. Lewis

The view

I haven't really minded about waking up everyday with this view!... Dramatic as it can be on cloudy days, very bright and fresh on sunny ones.

The question is...

...What the fuck are we eating?

SAMSARA food sequence from Baraka & Samsara

Saturday mornings bliss

Local market, Cascais.

So italian!...

Seriously, hardly it gets more italian than this!
Superb shot by Scott Schuman, The Sartorialist.

Photo: The Sartorialist

New everything

As predicted, 2014 kicked off in the best possible way!

The other day, someone asked me "What are your plans after this?", something like "How do you see yourself in 5 years?".

Good and important questions to always keep in mind indeed, not only because of professional manners, but most importantly for personal achievements (remember: without a goal it's difficult to score). So, of course I have some plans ahead (it's part of my unsatisfied nature!), but what happened is that: 1st, the question surprised me and 2nd, I then surprised myself with my answer. For the first time in a long time I could reply something very important to me: "I don't know. This is all I planned, to be here, right now."

Cascais.

Patagonia's land

I'm such a big fan of Ann Street Studio work and even though I get surprised e.v.e.r.y.s.i.n.g.l.e post they create, I am particularly thrilled with these ones from Chile.

What on earth makes you choose such an outlandish part of the world to go to? What can be the attraction? These, and similar questions and exclamations I heard from the lips of my friends and acquaintances, when I told them of my intended trip to Patagonia, the land of the Giants. What was the attraction in going to an outlandish place so many miles away? The answer to the question was contained in its own words. Precisely because it was an outlandish place and so far away, I chose it. Palled for the moment with civilization and its surroundings, I wanted to escape somewhere where I could be as far removed from them as possible. There I would be able to penetrate into vast wilds, virgin as yet to the foot of man. Scenes of infinite beauty and grandeur might be lying hidden in the silent solitude of the mountains that bound the barren plains of the Pampas, into whose mysterious recesses no one as yet had ever ventured.

Lady Florence Dixie
 

 Photos and source: Ann Street Studio (here &here &here )

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A tua imagem perdida por entre as linhas do raciocínio.

Esquecer-te

Aliviar a tensão do maxilar que há anos me destrói os dentes.
Andar em frente, sem a angústia no corpo, tornando-me mais que alma.
Mais que choro.

Esquecer-te

Atravessar sem dor e sem mácula os passeios outrora pisados.
Tardar o cair da noite, gostar de olhá-lo luz.
Ver o cinzento da calçada e não o sentir Eu.

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Abrir a janela pela manhã e não ter medo do pesadelo sonhado, quase tão real, quase tão Tu.

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Abrir os passos largos do destino e acertar o ar com outro respirar mais acelerado.
Deitar ao lixo o velho guarda-roupa onde não havia uma peça de Verão por sentir só frio.

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Olhar noutros olhos, em todos os outros que não teus, e ver alguém que não Tu.
Tudo o que sou, ser, aos poucos tudo o que já não era, acordar.

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Repousar num peito que me quer, e que eu quero. Sem mentiras nem enganos, sem ti no olhar furado, sem Ti.

Esquecer-te, por fim.

Tentar ferozmente lembrar-me da tua face e todos os teus cantos estarem apagados.

Sara da Costa Oliveira