My very first memory of the Manic Street Preachers is the news of Richey’s disappearance. I was about 12 and just starting to get up to date with modern pop & rock after years of listening to nothing but oldies and my dad’s jazz records. There were the hourly updates by Carolyn Lilipaly with footage of Motorcycle Emptiness and I […]
I have always wanted to write. Even before I knew how, I was already scribbling on the blank spaces of all the books lying around the house – including the Bible. The love for writing was never just about the thoughts-to-words dynamic, it was the physical side of it as well: the paper textures, the pens, the ink on […]
Words cannot express how much I miss affordable, non-disposable, analogue, point-and-shoot cameras. Ilford XP2 is 3 out of 4, so I’m sticking with it. Advertisements
Deparei-me hoje com esta palermice de cartaz num tweet do irmaolucia e fui a correr confirmar. Era verdade, caros leitores: o CDS/PP de Almada (porquê especificamente o de Almada é uma boa questão, e uma à qual não sei responder) tinha um novíssimo cartaz para a sua campanha contra a eutanásia.: Digo “tinha” porque já o retiraram da sua página […]
Aside from the amazing depth and wonderful story, one of the reasons why I love The Endless is how great their are for art practice. From Dream to Delirum’s hair, which I have been trying to get right for aeons, to the fabric in Destiny’s cloak, Desire’s androgyny and Despair’s Buddha-from-the-underworld appearance. They’re all wonderful to play around with. Just […]
It’s chicks like you that give women a bad name.
What’s it for? Back and forth
We had a Kodak Instamatic 110 camera when I was kid, which was eventually replaced by something more modern – by 1989’s standards. Being a lover of film and wanting something a bit more handy than a 1kg camera, I decided to search the interweb for a working sister of my old Instamatic. It cost me 2€ and the seller […]
“O teu avô era dos lobisomens. Desde pequena que me contava histórias sobre eles nas encruzilhadas.” Prémio História de Família do Ano
Sinto o mundo passar à frente e o passo dos meus pés presos com o peso de tempo soldado. Sempre me vi entre as palavras mas talvez as tenha tomado por certas. Devia estudar-lhes os vestidos E deitar fora os panos de padrões pirosos. Por muitos modelos que esboce O meu medo É já são saber costurar
(For the previous chapters, visit the Lady of the Sea‘s main page) Azov’s pirates had been sailing all night when their captain rounded them up to reveal the news as the sun came up. The big sea bear cleared his throat and tried his best to look cool and collected. “As you know,” he began, “we have received urgent orders […]
Novo vocábulo descoberto ao ouvir duas adolescentes a comentar o cartaz do Primavera Sound e imediatamente partilhado com a confraria.
Breaking my foot was, by far, one of the best things that ever happened to me. And, even though I set my crutches aside over a year ago, there’s something about forced seclusion that makes you want to suck the marrow out of life as soon as you’re able to walk the world again. It also makes you braver. Have […]
no love is ever lost when love stands still if you save it in a box no love is ever spilled love can never be lost when it’s not carried in words to save every single drop just ignore the hummingbirds if you never reach to taste it no love is ever wasted save your skin from being bitten and […]
Weekend watercolour for a rainy Saturday. Based on original art by Thomas Joseph.
Na última vez que estive contigo fomos as duas andar de baloiço no parque. Os Cinzentos mandaram-nos olhares reprovadores e comentámos o bom que era termo-nos uma à outra como companhia para andar de baloiço no meio da cidade e que os deviam fazer para adultos também. Porque, num mundo que nos torna monocromáticos com tanta facilidade, tu sempre foste […]
Once I took the universe to dinner When she failed to yield the earth’s demands ‘Oh,’ she said ‘you mean that little ant farm? I’m alright, dear, I’ve got other plans’ And we’re sad because we think we don’t belong here We’re guilty ’cause we think we should be stars Floating in a navy soup, we’re sailing There you are […]
É a sina de qualquer aprendiz: antes de se conseguir criar obra nossa, passamos eternidades a copiar (muito) os que já o fazem. Para perceber como se chega lá, para exercitar os músculos até conseguirmos andar sem as rodinhas de apoio. Os desenhos por aqui começaram depois dos 30 e, só muito recentemente, a surgir de forma regular. Qualquer ideia […]
If you have never heard of it before, I will tell you now: Inktober is by far the coolest living challenge on the internet. Created in 2009, the idea is fairly simply (as most good things are): to make one ink drawing a day during the entire month of October. There’s an official prompt, with one word per day as […]
It wasn’t like this before. We were never modern or trendy only feeding off old glories of dead sailors and football stars. So we liked having you here: the wealthy relatives who never held us in any regard. But now you come to visit all the time. There is no more sitting outside with a beer and a book contemplating […]
The eyes In my mind See all the skies I’ve crossed Since they were left behind Can you see All the seeds you left Inside me How they grow Do you know It is all you I am turning into.
De cabeleireira farfalhuda cortada à tigela, tem um quê de Ringo Starr se tivesse tirado Gestão. O ângulo do perfil parece completamente à mercê do nariz e do seu esforço consciente em manter-se elevado – o que, é sabido, mostra ao mundo como somos conhecedores e capazes. Mas quando se afasta do portátil anda e gesticula como quem tem a […]
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