DON´S BACK
Para celebrar el estreno de la Season 5 de Mad Men aqui dejo 2 posters que se han currado en el estudio RADIO
M83
Close encounters of the Third kind
Directed by Fleur & Manu
Produced by DIVISION
Editing, grading & compositing at Home Digital Pictures
SFX by Machine Molle
Label: Naïve / Mute
Directed by Fleur & Manu
Produced by DIVISION
Editing, grading & compositing at Home Digital Pictures
SFX by Machine Molle
Label: Naïve / Mute
JULIA PEIRONE
Teenage Dream !
Anusk me descubre el interesante trabajo de Julia Peirone a través de su magnífica serie con acné More than Violet.
Estos antiretratos que muestran no sólo caras sino personalidad y actitud trascienden del mero rostro y dejan claro que aún hay hueco para ser creativo en photo, solo hay que forzar el foco.
Respect!
Anusk me descubre el interesante trabajo de Julia Peirone a través de su magnífica serie con acné More than Violet.
Estos antiretratos que muestran no sólo caras sino personalidad y actitud trascienden del mero rostro y dejan claro que aún hay hueco para ser creativo en photo, solo hay que forzar el foco.
Respect!
WE DON´T EAT
James Vincent McMorrow
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope
Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Am I an honest man and true
Have I been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust
---
If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of hope
Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall
That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust
Am I an honest man and true
Have I been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own
So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust
---
UNHATE
Make love, not war
No puedo dejar de verlo, increible realización.
Chapeau Laurent Chanez !
No puedo dejar de verlo, increible realización.
Chapeau Laurent Chanez !
Benetton-unhatethefilm11 from Pousta on Vimeo.
Una de esas pelis con las que recuerdas por qué te dedicas a la publi...... Respect!
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