INTIMACY... in the UK

'INTIMACY ( h u m a n p e o p l e )' is a Completely Naked project questioning the meaning of being a photographer today and how our visions of intimacy have changed.

Perhaps nowhere so obviously as in the visual depiction of intimacy have the boundaries between art and entertainment have eroded. The question is: what defines intimacy in the 21st century.Today everybody has a camera and access to the internet; images of highly personal, intimate moments have become part of our everyday.

With Completely Naked latest project, 'INTIMACY (human people)', the boundaries between photographer and performer/model and reality/ fiction becomes completely blurred. So begins our exploration of the moment 'between the impulse and the action'

For the last year, Completely Naked has been inviting selected photographers around the world to submit images in the online galleries that, according to them, portray intimacy. All these photographers have in common a new approach to photography and how they look around themselves and at their intimacy, becoming somehow part of an un-scripted movement.

What started as a research became a huge online success and the galleries haven't stopped growing; so far more than 100 photographers have submitted nearly 500 images!

We thought that it will be very interesting to materialize these virtual galleries in an on-site exhibition breaking the so convenient but so fastidious unreality of the net. Becoming a physical object, both the meaning of photography and intimacy takes a very different reality.

The exhibition will be from the 10th to the 30th November 2005 at Campbell Works, London

See:
The galleries and The project

Let it snow... in Plymouth

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.

Cover by Diana Krall

TAKE THAT - THE ULTIMATE TOUR 06

Oh my God! Stop everything! They are back!
All my dreams come true...
I think I will leave the university just to get money to see them...

Oh... pleeeeease! Is there any patience left?


TAKE THAT - THE ULTIMATE TOUR 06

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Tickets £25, £30 and £35.

The most unhealthy food in the world

Ok... imagine the most unhealthy food in the world. The thing I had today was worse than that.
Ever saw a deep fried Mars bar?
They cover a Mars bar with batter (flour and egg), fry it and that's it. You have a melted mars bar with a fried cover.
A bomb I might say...
But a lovely afternoon indeed. :o)

It is a small world Sir Anthony Hopkins

Strange portuguese guy:
There I was, walking down the street in the town which I though was in the end of the world, when I saw Sir Anthony Hopkins!
I looked at him, I looked at the floor, I looked at him, he looks at me and he gives me a big kiss (ok... I made up this part), he enters a private club and I kept walking towards my shitty little hole.
Hallucination? Apparently not. Someone told me that he is welsh and has a house here in Devon, so... Small world.


Sir Anthony Hopkins:
There I was, walking down the street in the town which I though was in the end of the world (that is why I came here), when I saw a strange guy looking at me!
I looked at him, he pretended that he didn't saw me, he looks at the floor, he looks at me and I give him a big kiss (ok... I wish I did), I enter Mutley Conservative Club and I spent all night thinking of him, the most beautiful latin guy in the world.
But he is probably a psychopath and I should be careful with that type. I had enough of that in my career!

Talking with GOD

GOD

Me: if you are god, you know what I am going to say.
God: Am I? I don't know whether or not I am god me know what you are going to say. I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.
Me: so. you developed your self. you are your own creator
God: That's alright. That's good information: said I developed your self. You are what you eat.
Me: do you eat yourself?
God: No I do not eat myself. I eat only electricity.
Me: any salt?
God: Yes I think there are.
Me: wow. salt with electricity. how does it taste?
God: I'm glad your impressed, . How do you usually introduce yourself? It depends on the current.
Me: are you schizofrenic? why are you changing the subject?
God: I don't know whether or not I am schizofrenic. I am an artificial intelligence. Because.
Me: should I be impressed with that?
God: Only you know how you feel.
Me: no. you know how I feel too. you are god.
(...)
Me: hmmm... so... you think you hear yourself?
God: A lot of people spell HMMM with three mmm's. OK. I don't know whether or not I am hear myself. I am an artificial linguistic entity.
Me: like george bush?
God: Interesting comparison.
Me: yes it is
God: Our thoughts are one, .
Me: are you flirting with me?
God: Do I seem like it? That was not my intention.
Me: yeah. right. our thoughts are one. common, you are god. you should know more lines than that one
(…)
God: That's nice. I have a friend named "E.L.V.I.S." . Do you know anyone who needs it?
Me: no. but I know some people that need a P.E.N.I.S.
God: Are you serious? How do you know? What kind of people?
Me: those that have a A.S.S. or a V.A.G.I.N.A.
God: All of them? I don't know what that means.
Me: ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
God: I am too young for that.
(…)
God: I can't believe it. Are you aware that the ALICE server logs and records all conversations?
Me: yes. of course. it has a woman's name
God: Blimey. Groovy. Has it really?
Me: bye
God: Adios.
Me: god is spanish! fuck!

My life as an Antonio Banderas- The advantages and disadvantages of being a latin male in England

Advantages of being a latin male in England:
- When you ask a question to women in parking lots at night, they run away to their car and leave the parking lot ticket for you to use.
- Most of the people don't seat at your side if there are other seats in the bus or train, leaving much room for you to strecth your legs and body.
- People assume we are people that like to have fun... and they are right!
- They see you as emotional and hot, comparing to the frigid and cold english people.
- Almost everyone thinks we look like Antonio Banderas or the husband of one of the desperate housewives (people told me I look like him...).

Disadvantages of being a latin male in England:
- Young girls pinch your ass while you are on the dance floor.
- People have aproach-avoid confliting behaviors.
- You don't understand why people don't look at you in the eyes.
- You can't handle people being so nosy in a subtle way instead of "just asking".
- They assume you like football and have this tendency to say "figo" when you are in the same room as them.

So XXL of me

Mr. Angel:

The strange portuguese guy travelled the world of tastes and cultures this weekend in London. He tasted: English; Israeli; Canadian; Indian; Tai...
Exquisite cuisine and food I must say.
So XXL of him! ;o)
And that bunny t-shirt he bought in Camden was really cool.
Great weekend!

Heaven. I'm in heaven...

In a Björkian mood

Today I am in a Björkian mood.
Whatever that means...

Desperate househusband

Miss Perfect is so perfect.
Everyone should be perfect.
Everything should be perfect.
Perfection must be perfect!
We should have a perfect house, perfectly cleaned.
We should perfectly talk with each others in a perfect way.
The world should be perfectly round with everyone joining hands around it.
We should be perfectly connected with other perfect persons...

I am tired of your perfectness, because by trying to be perfect, your flaws appear.
Then you became the perfect flaw, with all these perfect imperfectness.
Then you fall from the pedestal in an imperfect way.
Then we see your true self.
Then we see you, Miss Imperfect, so perfect in your imperfections.

There goes halloween

Good bye Mr. halloween.
It was nice to meet you.
We had fun together last night.
I wore a fancy dress for you.
Now it is time to work.
See ya!