7.4.11

Killing Bono

i've watched the Killing Bono today
i didn't have a thought of watching this at all 
just picked a movie randomly

well.. it is not a VERY good movie, but it is good that you don't have to use the brain too much
i like it only because of the younger brother( the top right)
he is so cute i like when he always looks like about to cry
and his eyes' colour, so beautiful! and his hair
Robert Sheehan

obviously i am not interested in U2 or what so ever Irish culture
Bono just looks so ugly to me, sorry to say that, even U2 did make good songs...

well, the other band of the main characters is more like a pop rock band
they reminds me the Kooks a lot i don't know probably the frontman style?!

Here is a song of The Kooks

5.4.11

或許 再見亦是朋友

口不對心 成為了每一個人保護自己的盾牌
說是不在意 但當想起了跟你有過的回憶
我也不禁淚凝於睫

我不顧面顏地對號入座 重復看了你對我的最後good bye
比起一言不發就離開的人 你表現得無比美麗

有時候  世界可以在短時間內發生很多事情
愛與恨 會被膚淺弄得纏繞不清
當光陰飛行 一切複雜煩人的事也會變得如羽毛般輕盈
沒有了愛與恨 只剩下全是無奈與感嘆

或許 這個世界不是沒有了誰是不能生活下去的

或許 分開是最好的辦法

或許 無論如何

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2.4.11

All inspired by Yohji Yamamoto's minimal manifesto

Jil SanderX Uinqlo shirt (sale=])
American Apparel interlock long skirt::


When sunlight reflecting in the closing eyes
like the little happy soul dancing around
without any speaking
only mark making in once imagination

A man's deep Noir dress


Missing Somebody

In the depth of my soul, since childhood, a persistent sense that something is missing. More than anything it is this feeling of an absence that has been my most intimate friend.It is the root of my clownish, buffoonish desire to be close to people, to be liked by them, to be of some service to them.It would be no exaggeration to say that this sense of something missing has been what has driven me to where i am today.

I chase the woman from behind.It would all end if she turned around.If it ends, it ends. And for that very reason, I pursue her. I chase the woman from behind.

I cherish the emotions that arise in each and every situation, even if they last but an instant.I respond wholeheartedly, holding nothing back, regardless of whether i am engaged with someone important, a complete stranger, a woman I love, or anybody else. Women describe this aspect of my personality as sweet. I don't deserve such praise. It is simply that I cannot do otherwise, plagued as I am by anxiety. I am, in fact, a man who may turn heartless in an instant; I desire only to settle each and every score immediately.

Anyone born into this world must at some point consider the nature of things. They begin to feel an intense irritation toward commonplace questions such as the reasons for their presence in the world. The irritation cannot be eased.

Extracted from Next to my heart, close to my stomach by Yohji Yamamoto's My dear bomb


Since after visiting Yohji Yamamoto's exhibition in V&A, I had a feeling like having so many butterflies in my stomach! He is such an inspiring icon for me. His fashion and himself are always calm like a peaceful lake, but if you look more in depth, there are some ripple, which occurred by the most passionate and emotional soul of an artist.
I like the fact he loves to be focused on and absence in order to receive more security. It is so contradicted, but it is so true to me as well.

I remember there is a quote from Yamamoto: "Y's os taken from Yohji's, just like Tom's or John's, I simply wanted it as my brand name, so that i could quietly work in the studio behind it, when i started making clothes, all i wanted was for women to wear men's clothes.''( 1972-1977)

This is such an ambitious and yet ambiguous, paradoxical statement. But I simply just like it.
He wanted himself to be minimal, he wanted his work to be the one who people are talking about, by suggesting women dress in men's style, which is totally controversial.

I was reading this article twice on the train from London, I was utterly touched by it.
The poetic and personal affection of fashion and lives were like a hug that surrounded my body, giving me warmness. It is like walking under the sun while a friendly stranger throws a smile to you.
The second time of reading it is more like.... having lit a fag by a stranger under the sun, without seeing so clearly of the face. The intimacy, that is the word. The intimacy provided by a stranger, a perfect stranger, who you thought you may have had knowing for ages ago, someone you feel hearts are connected secretly. Unfortunately the fact is the more you know, the less intimate it is. Yamamoto's book seems to be revealing his private garden, but there are still 10000 private gardens yet to be known.

I reckon it as a momentary expression. People always change, and having no idea about the future; at the same time people are affected by the surroundings while everything is changing in the world.
Expectation is violence, very bad to health. I would prefer short, momentary, impressive 'projects' in my life. I rather finish working on somethings in a certain period, after that I'd work on the others. Between that I can have a nice break time.

I remember what Yamamoto said, apparently he is very popular among his women acquaintances.
He reckons women(especially young women) are like a pure, peaceful lake in a forrest at first, but when the time goes by, the lake will be full of ducks or whatever sorts of animals. And he always thinks that those
women always said they understand him, he never feels the same. He never asks for that as well as wanting them to understand them.