Monday, April 19, 2010

Time to Pretend

It was a piece of magazine paper, a page torn out from Wired Magazine, from the November 2009 issue, that is, torn off 7 months ago.

I liked the picture, the black girl in the fore-front, out of focus, stylishly wearing a short jean-fabric one piece, with long nails on a pink blackberry, and a pink drink in her hand. I also liked the design of the magazine's page, with a large pink band surrounding the article.

I was also interested in the subject of the article: it contained the names of music video and short movies on youtube, from some director called Ray Tintori.

The paper stayed on my coffe table in the living room for months, it's video content not visited.

Then the paper moved to my bag and eventually onto my work cubicle's table, where it stayed again for a month or two, not explored.

Finally today I grabbed it, highlighted the names of the videos and looked them up on youtube. My first discovery was this:

I knew the song, I loved the song. I didn't know the name of it, not the name of the band, nor had I ever seen the video. It is a beautiful video, perfectly fits a beautiful song.

It's Monday morning, I am stuck at my work, at my office, same place for the last 2 1/2 years. The video starts with a sunrise on a virgin beach. Made me think of Irakli, made me think of last summer, of my vacation, of the freedom of the days spent around my tent on the beach. Made me cry too.

Then I watched the other music video, for Electric Feel. It is OK, but not as amazingly beautifull as Time to Pretend's video.

And then I watched the 2 short movies. The first, Jettison Your Loved Ones is a sweet 5 minutes of black and white thought on those who can't stand still on one place (like me) and those who can stand still (maybe because of love) and end up better-off:

Finally, the second short movie, Death to the Tinman, is a truly beautiful love story, more so than Jettison Your Loved Ones, making me doubt my own path in life and what is important and what not:

One thing is sure: I need to get out, get on the beach, go somewhere.

Or maybe I don't. Maybe I'm better off here. But definitely not at this same old desk.

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