Tricotadeiros (as)

Ontem descobri que o Sufjan Stevens tricota!


A partir daí, decidi tentar encontrar mais tricotadeiros e tricotadeiras por aí.

A mais conhecida é a lindíssima Audrey Hepburn, que o faz como Holly Golightly, no filme Breakfast at Tiffany's.


E falando em filmes, no Brokeback Mountain do Ang Lee (sim, adorei o filme...), Alma del Mar (Michelle Williams), aparece também a tricotar.


E no Fargo, dos irmãos Coen (sim, também adorei...), Jean Lundergaard (Kristin Rudrud) tricota antes de aparecerem os raptores contratados pelo marido.


Ingrid Bergman, Katherine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Judy Garland tricotavam.





Russell Crowe, Hilary Swank, Julianne Moore e Uma Thurman tricotam.



E não resisti a colocar esta fotografia vintage de uma festa do tricot :)!



BONS TRICOTS!!

Stumble then rise on some awkward morning

A Silver Mt. Zion , é uma banda canadiana (gosto de tanta coisa que vem de lá, Arcade fire, The Dears, Leonard Cohe, Neil Young, You say party we say die, Godspped you! Black Emperor, Death from Above 1979, Constantines), que conheci aquando da criação da última peça do Ballet Contemporâneo do Norte, que se chama Nocturno.
Ouçam...!

Lisa Germano outra vez

So what if your heroes changed their minds
And all you thought was right flew out the window
And all you based your life on wasn’t real
So what if your hero sells it’s soul
And all your wildest dreams seem dull and dreary
And all your secret thoughts seem cheap and lonesome
What you going to do so all alone now
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing
So what if your hero fades away
And all the things you thought were orange were gray now
Who is it who brings you some new colors
So what if your hero never was
What you going to do So all alone there
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing I
t’s partly sunny, it’s partly rain, mostly curious Or full of pain
You could learn to love yourself Singing to the birds
And what if your hero never was
And all the time you wasted wasn’t real
And all your wounds decided just to heal
And all your wildest dreams were full of color
And all your secret thoughts belonged to you
What you going to do so all alone here
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing to the birds Singing
It’s partly sunny, partly rain, mostly curious or full of pain
You got to learn to count on someone ’cause it’s mostly pain
And it’s kind of curious when it rains and You could learn to love yourself
You could learn to love yourself
You could even learn to be yourself
Singing to the birds Singing to the birds

From a shell

Voltei a ouvir Lisa Germano.

From a little shell from the bottom of the sea
With the earth and the moon and the sun above me
But the world fell down with some people still around

There is love there is love to be found









From a shell, num arranjo para o filme Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind e Cry Wolf. Para a Pati.***

Is the world saved?

I blinked again and I wasn´t dead, I was a favorite child in it´s bed
You had to look in praise and alarm, Yet I hold nothing in my arms but my arms
Pouring through me the world is saved
Stina Nordenstam


O meu computador apanhou uma virose

Six Feet Under

Tenho saudades do Sete Palmos de Terra, aqui com a música Breathe Me da Sia, que fechou o fantástico último episódio.

Susanna & The magical orchestra

Uma versão que eu gosto muito, do Love will tear us apart, dos Joy Division. Pelos noruegueses Susanna & The magical Orchestra.

Joanna Newsom e Alasdair Roberts

Foi assim que Joanna Newsom, se apresentou na sala cheia do Theatro Circo. Comunicativa, delicada. As músicas longas do seu novo álbum Ys, fizeram-me esquecer que estava sentada na sala, e passar para outra dimensão, tal a carga onírica que a música tem, na minha forma de a sentir.

Não posso deixar de fazer referência, a Alasdair Roberts e a sua guitarra, que tocaram durante a primeira parte. Pura folk. Simples, despojado de pretensões e estilos, cantou histórias, muitas delas tradicionais, muitas com finais trágicos.
Ficou a tocar na minha cabeça, a canção tradicional escocesa Lord Ronald, que sei agora ser do seu álbum No Earthly Man.

Oh, where have you been to, Lord Ronald my son?
Oh, where have you been to, my handsome young man?
I´ve been to the green wood
Mother make my bed soon
For I´m weary´o hunting
And fain would lie down