Today, through my good powerful friend, I saw this amazing bomb poem by Rafeef Ziadah. It’s filled with passion, sadness and incredible strength that allow a space for hope and carry on fighting.

Here some pictures of the great theatre company that once existed in my hometown. My father, Sérgio Echeverri, was their music composer and I have many memories from the backstage.

My father worked along with Catarina Amaro, the scenographer, creating complex machines. A mix between design, engineering and music.

The aesthetics and concepts that can support a work in process, the under construction and the many stages of creation are quite fascinating.

This one up here is part of the process of INTRA’s poster. INTRA is the new and definitive name for 3.0

Sputniko! is like a mad scientist; an explorer walking trough maths, art and the future. And she made a menstruation machine.

her new film:  Crowbot Jenny = Jenny is a reclusive tech-girl who finds it rather difficult to communicate with other people. In 2011 she feels even more isolated as more of her peers hyper-communicate with various SNS. Secretly, she starts studying her lab professors’ papers to build the Crowbot, a robot that allows her to communicate with crows. Using her Crowbot, Jenny begins to simulate crow communication in her lab, hoping to one-day interact with other non-human species.

Trippple Nippples are a new discover for me.

I’m very attracted to their outfits (which they do themselves), staging and electronic sound. Here a nice acid view of Miami:

Fallen Angels

3.0

A Zed and Two Noughts

The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover

A few of the props we’ll have for 3.0

And these ones below have nothing to do with the film as our assassins don’t use any kind of phone so they won’t get caught. Although, a whole corridor full of telephones is a quite exciting landscape!

Scala Forever

Death came close to me these days, while I was sitting on the sofa thinking about the bright future.

I’ve been having dreams about tropical jungles, weird tiny creatures crawling up my bedroom’s wall, big mountains…

There was this boy that came to me and whisper in my ear some unintelligible language, felt like he had his tongue all inside me, so strange and pleasant. I close my eyes as if I was high on mdma. I kept hearing his voice talking about places where fear didn’t exist, only pleasure, until he tried to convince me to jump out of a cliff into the wild river. I thought about my friend Patri and what was she feeling when she jumped out of her balcony. It was like a moment of sharing.

After that dream, at class, we read a play from Mark Ravenhill, The Cut. There’s a dialogue between Paul and John where, at some point, Paul closes his eyes and John tells him about a place, in the middle of the woods, where there’s only himself, no history, no society, no nothing, just peace, just the truth. When Paul opens his eyes he begs John to shoot him.

I’ve been speaking with skulls while listening to Yma Sumac and Arthur Lyman.

Regent’s Canal, just around the corner.

Really amazing scenarios.

Here I’m feeling the New Orleans energy. A few years ago, 57,5 Christians were killed in this very church by a group of hungry vampires. The church, as you can see, is closed since the incident. Locals believe it’s haunted.

There’s something very special about being under the ground. It is warm, dirty, it’s organized like a labyrinth, it smells, it’s dark, crowded with surprisingly empty spaces, tight, it has a special architecture, it seems endless.

After using Barcelona’s tube for so long, it seems like I’m going down to hell every time I’m inside London’s tube. It is so deep that it feels like entering another dimension (where people are robots). It’s also quite small.

The other day, I was sitting at the highest seat on the corner with my legs swinging in the air. The tube was really full. Two ladies, very posh ladies, came in and stayed right in front of me, very close to me. One of them was with her back to me in a way that my right leg was between her legs. I had no socks that day and it took around 20 minutes until I got to my destination. She didn’t moved at all.

“Subgurlz are mutant lesbian super heroines who live in the New York City subways. Like X-Men, they each have their special powers: Liver can bring back the dead, but because she grew underground, she needs huge amount of toxic chemicals to keep gping. Byte is so brilliant that no hair can grow on her head (…) Swizzle, described as a “bartender and reluctant killer”, is teh strongest person in the world.” (Trina Robbins) A magnificent comic by Jennifer Camper.

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