PIRANHAS
Swim team was the only involvement I had in sports.
What I liked most about swimming were the girls on my team…
BAILEE
I am a musical instrument that anyone can play.
I don’t care what you say, just care what you do when you touch me.
I accept some things will never change.
Do you wonder why I prefer to be alone?
What can I do to change my decision?
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LEAVE ME NOW, RETURN TONIGHT
There is something inside you, a fire. Show me that when you are alone and i’ll tell myself that i’ll be strong. So here we are. The sky at night is dark. They are calling you.
Show me your fire and i’ll come back to the otherside of the sun. I’ll take a little piece of you in my pockets.
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SEE YOU UNDERWATER
Before you were born, you were surrounded by water. Was it peaceful there? Was it comfortable? Was it worth floating around, with your eyes closed, wrapped tight in your emotions? They say you always get the chance to go back where you belong. Still, you feel like running this time, and moving, and falling, and smiling. Your world might be underwater, you’ll always end up with your feet on the ground.
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BLACK
We hide our faces from the happy ones and get a little satisfaction from your confusion. Humbleness is what one cannot find outside of his own self. It’s what gives him power over the brave and the glittery animals. Cause we are animals, social animals. And believe me naked and lying we are very much like non-speaking ones, raw and simple.
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AROUND THE HOUSE
It’s the overwhelming feeling of self-remedy, self-destruction that breaks us.
We are people of generation X. No regrets. We are quintessence of purity of emotions, outlaws if you may. We simulate, because we were taught to, but mostly we fall of the ambiguity around and of the inconvenience of the moments. We break and we are broken. Nothing seems as captivating as to remove ourselves from this second in time.
We watch, but we are absent.
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SECRET GARDEN
Secrets linger in a veil of black, lining the soul in reminiscent nostalgia. There is still beauty in mourning, when prayers are lit to the unknown, and youth still clings to fairy glitter of a midsummer night’s eve. Where a parallel universe breaks the view in two, and vintage truth lies down in innocent rest, eyes closed, ears a sudden symphony to the wind, the trees, the whistling grass, and pastel language of the bees. But they don’t know that secrets grow out of weeds and flowers, a secret garden of both beginnings and endings of what’s true.
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SUNSHINE
“Anaesthetise me… throw me away! No, I can’t, I can’t take any more! Leave me alone! It’s shame, it’s all shame! Leave me alone! I’m cold and rotten and indifferent! It’s all just lies and imitation, all of it!…
He’s calling again. I’ll find out what he wants from us. Out here, far away in our loneliness. ”
From Ingmar Bergman’s Persona.
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DOUBLE DARE
[..] Maybe we are all lost, stuck in some frozen pond. Forests cover here to timbuktu, and creatures ride the wind and rest in white’s winter call; not free and warm with golden glaze, bare and naked. Rather we trek through towns, cities, countries past and gone, rediscovered, reborn, or others left to die, like us. And all we want is to gain that feeling again, where one is one, and two is two. We’ll shed these weights, coats and hats and socks and shoes; layers upon layers like onions frozen by the white and bare. Because we can be bare like the creature’s that ride the wind, caked in color, not black, white or gray.
Maybe we are all lost, looking for some way out to Never Land.
And we’ve found it, you see. Together, one is one, two is two, three is three. [...]
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POUPI WHOOPY / LIGHTS OUT
Reminescent of a classy horror movie, those liquid visions overlaid follow a determined chaotic order of some old Spectra theories. Ulrike Biets used in particular everything’s shocking, flou, broken shots and bodies, allowing to free up that Word buried long time ago.
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GIRLS ON FILM
Teens. Teens and their cigarettes.
No filter, just the purest American youth that no one can hold with a kiss on the mouth.
You have to breathe that pretty hot air like Cho Giraldo does in his unveiling story.
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