# 702

Cannes c'est un endroit dangereux.

# 701

Cantada.

# 700

“If music stays the same thematically, people lose interest,” he says. “If I was still talking about not getting laid when I was 18 then …”

 Is that what the first album’s about?

 “Well … yeah.” He laughs. “There’s a subtext of loneliness and not getting any. And that’s a valid reason to be upset at that point, but it’s not a valid reason at 27 if your whole life has changed.”

# 699

# 698

«Imaginem: um canceroso em estado grave, que pouco tempo antes estava arrasado de cansaço e pessimismo, foi à praia!»

 Ficamos a saber para onde foi. Foi à praia!

# 697

Admiro nos homens a valentia e não a capacidade diária de se esquecerem que um dia vão morrer.

# 696

Love symbol.

# 695

Por João Braz.

# 694

L'ombre de ma femme.

# 693

Erva doce.

# 692

Uma recordação da minha juventude tardia.

# 691

30 milhões de razões para viver.

# 690

Agostino Carracci (1557-1602)

# 689

Basta escutar um disco deste ano para saber qual o disco do ano.

# 688

Um abraço eterno.

# 687

Adriano Miranda (Público)

# 686

A proporção da chávena é a chave do conto de fadas.

# 685

Uau.

# 684

CONFISSÃO IMPÚDICA
People in general need some sort of foreplay in order to have great sex.
I just need a good meal.

# 683

Ellyn Kail (1969)

# 682

Cat heaven.

# 681

# 680

Alegoria da caverna.

# 679

Leda Petit’s travels in the lands of Internet

# 678

Araki cola.

# 677

Dois minutos da minha mais inteira felicidade.

# 676

Eliseu.

# 675

In my tribe.

# 674

Cinema mudo.

# 673

Pescador de pérolas.

# 672

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.

# 671

All doubts vanished when Patrick Stewart announced his wedding plans with the singer and songwriter Sunny Ozell. The ceremony took place last September on the shores of Lake Tahoe (USA). At this stage of the game, it’s pretty easy to guess who the Master of Ceremony was…

# 670

Sempre quis saber como é uma sauna gay mas nunca teve coragem de tocar à porta.

# 669

# 668

The way you make me feel ain't nobody's business.

# 667

Imitação da vida. Maior do que a vida.

# 666

Groove is in the heart.

# 665

Viviane Sassen.

# 664

A páginas tantas «I am photographed for Creem magazine with my head resting on Jake's exposed belly.
  'Do you know what you're doing?' asks new manager Arnold Stiefel.
  'No?' I say in a small voice.
  'Well, that's a very intimate shot.'
  'Oh?' I say, baffled.
  'A man doesn't rest his head on another man's stomach,' Arnold goes on.
  'No?' I answer, all adrift on the cruel sea.»

# 663

Nascido para cuidar.

# 662

Feminismo IV.

# 661

A vida de Pi.

# 660

Para a M.M. 

«I look out of the bedroom window and can see the university buildings just across a windswept car park. Only a five-minute walk away is the union bar. 'I'll head over there,' I think, 'and see if I can spot anyone I know.' A couple of other girls from school have come up to Hull, so in the bar I scan the room for familiar faces, but can see no one. I start queuing for a drink when an announcement comes ringing out over the tannoy system: ‘If Tracey of the Marine Girls is in the building, will she please come to reception.’ Now I’d be lying if I implied that this was a complete shock – I had already been told earlier in the summer by Mike Akway that a label-mate of mine on Cherry Red, a solo artist called Ben Watt, was going to Hull at the same time, though I barely took it in at all. Mike had pointed out Ben’s photo on the wall at the Cherry Red offices, but again I took no notice, and he also gave me a copy of Ben’s first single ‘Cant’, and I still took no notice. Hearing this message broadcast, I realise it is probably Ben trying to track me down, and he suddenly seems like a possible kindred spirit in this hellish place full of prats in rugby shirts and girls who hide their Tampax behind flowery curtains. I make my way up the stairs to reception and there he is, leaning against a pillar.»

# 659

Vejo um gato, por dentro e por fora.

(foto: Jean-Marie Périer)

# 658

Feminismo III.

# 657

A domani!

# 656

De vez em quando a vida é hoje.

# 655

Feminismo II.

# 654

Feminismo.

# 653

David quietly tells me, ‘You know, I’ve had so much sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive,’ and I loudly tell him, ‘You know, I’ve had SO LITTLE sex and drugs that I can’t believe I’m still alive.

Não que seja elemento central na autobiografia mas penso que das tensões mais interessantes na vida de Morrissey é a que põe em confronto a lascívia e a santidade. Quem não sabe que o medo ou a insegurança a que leva o desejo, numa cabeça inexperiente, pode fazê-la refugiar-se no manto protector da castidade?

Em todos os sentidos que quisermos, I entered nothing and nothing entered me.



Ringleader of the Tormentors, INDEED.

# 652

WC.

# 651

# 650

Neverending Gomes regressa para nos fazer sonhar.

# 649

# 648

Thorn on my side.

# 647

# 646

Tableau vivant.

# 645

# 644

# 643

Canto de Verão.

# 642

alias-cie.com

# 641

Esplanada dos Ministérios, Brasília, Março 2015.

# 640

Chiro tinha muitos brinquedos.

(uma viagem sentimental com fotografias de Nobuyoshi Araki)

# 639

(Thomas Peter/Reuters)

# 638