Tap-water-sommeliers travel around the globe tasting different compositions and exposing themselves to diarrhea

WE FEED THE WORLD (doc.)
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El placer no ocupa lugar //

Pleasure does not take up any space //

VIDEOCAMARA LOVE

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AT THE FIRST SIGHT

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[name and plot of an hypothetical first short film]

[título y argumento de mi hipotetico primer corto]

ÑAAAAAM                                      ñam 







ñam            ñam                 ñaam

             ñm     ñmñm   ñm


       ñ ñ  ñ                                  

                                              ñ

The end of plastic

TIM MALY
http://thenewinquiry.com/features/the-end-of-plastic/

#CRAPJECTS
"useless bits of shit we’ve printed out just because we could, without a moment’s thought to their utility or beauty."

Warren Ellis for VICE 

Made in China / ORDOS

film by Charles Lanceplaine 


To move in a city where you don't have memories is exciting .The question is would anybody like to live in a city without background?

Ordo's roots are especullation. I wonder if they were deeper before this desert.
Some might see this emptyness as a white canvas. Most of them will use it to make a profit. Maybe any will enjoy the privilege of be the first one recording their life in this set. I find this big cloud of "brand new" smell disgusting.

Then i went back to the small towns in the middle of nowhere-countryside. It's inhabitants remain despite the fact there is nothing [ok,now we have to decide what are we looking for] but relationships,memories and sometimes snow. It seems people never realized that they can rethink the location of their life once they grow up. Or maybe they concluded that the place where you are born is the most likable.

So yes...recording the movie of the same city,simultaneously from two different points of view. She's got a +1.5 +2.0 correction. He needs glasses.

+pictures by Michael Christopher Brown

Gente que acude a los restaurantes de los centros comerciales: pedid una vida de postre.

fachada

                                       escalera

                                                                                                                

I KRAFTWERK I http://www.kraftwerk.com/flash/load_com_variabelnUebergabe.htm

mientras tengo espuma de afeitar en las piernas

cada vez que crees que llega la primavera

cuando la noche derrama el calor en el asfalto





while I moustorize my legs for shaving

everytime I hear spring is coming

when the dark on the city pours the warm out of the concrete

[*]sí, es un pájaro

The good side of the cold is the plastic/ Peeping Tom's @Berlín

People complains about the mess in Berlín blablabla everything seems to be under construction/ Meanwhile, i hang around, happy to have an excuse to come back and check how it ended/

Maybe with more initiatives such as this peeping Tom's tower + project and work process explanation all those motherfuckers will shut up and let us walk in [cold] peace/

La gente se queja del barullo en Berlín blablabla todo está en obras/ Mientras , paseo , contenta de tener una excusa para volver/

Quizás con iniciativas como esta torre para cotillas + murales explicación del proyecto y su proceso de construcción se callarían de una vez y nos dejan caminar en paz fría/

The good side of the cold is the plastic/

Passing trough those doors made of transparent hanging layers/ They take the mist and the glowing sound appart from the void of the cold [past] outdoor/

Rainboots made me feel like Jesus Christ walking in water/ And colors, colors on plastic materials/

I don't deal good with so many layers and still not feeling comfortable wearing trousers/ There is no much left to say after 01:55/ I'm not that geiserdeketchupemotivo anymore/Just keep on walking, looking up, left and right, staring at strangers when i wear contac lensess trying to find some kind of being inside their eyes / Mine are wide open to let someone grab the black rope inside/ Or  maybe it's just a sophisticaded excuse  for such a bad habit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eO_-6n02LI 

Lo bueno del frío es el plástico/

Atravesar esas tiras transparentes colgantes a modo de puertas/ Mantienen el humo y lo que suena brillante aparte del frío [y el pasado] afuera.

Las botas de agua me hacen sentir como J.C. caminando sobre las aguas/ Y los colores, los colores de los materiales plásticos/

No me amaño con tantas capas y sigo sin estar cómoda llevando pantalones/ No hay mucho más que decir después de la 01:55/ No soy geiserdeketchupemotivo/ Camino , miro arriba, a diestra y siniestra,  a extraños [cuando llevo lentillas] intentando encontrar algo   detrás de sus ojos/ Los míos abiertos para que alguien agarre la cuerda negra que hay dentro/ O quizás sea una elaborada excusa para tal molesta costumbre