Last night I watched Nymph()maniac and it was pretty horny

Sunday, 9 February 2014




Stacy Martin is Young Joe - Photo via Interview Magazine
A self-diagnosed nymphomaniac recounts her erotic experiences to the man who saved her after a beating.

Last night, while I was writing about the Paris Menswear fashion week, I took the decision and have a break by going to the movies with a very good friend of mine. We decided to watch nymphomaniac part 1 while we're having a pretty intense conversation about sex. I knew about the movie long ago, I had watched the trailer so I saw to my friend to create her first own impression. As we both agreed we were ready to face up a kinky porn. The surprise was big, not only while we're watching the movie but after the finale of the first part. For me the movie wasn't a porn, was the raw truth that only few of us out there are ready to revel and also face. It's a different very interesting view about sex, what's good and bad and I felt like Joe ( the amazing Charlotte Gainsbourg and also the sex addict of the story) and Seligman (Stellan Skarsgard) were representing the two mature values good - bad. So yeah, I didn't felt like I was watching a porn at all, of course it was horny I am not gonna lie about that but,  indeed it was a well made film, in a strange delicate and simultaneously raw way, with a very interesting story and more interesting dialogues between Joe and Seligman which his name means happiness, something that I don't feel that was an accidentally choice. Of course the director and writer Lars Von Trier played with the audience cleverly with his first "soft-core" part of his movie with an unexpected end  an a very beautiful direction full of images and nice small details, like the chapters of the movie the everyday images connecting them metaphorically with the magic or curse of sex. So as you understand, I loved the movie and the sure thing is that I can't way for the second hardcore part. If you haven't seen it then do it and if you want to throw yourself away into an unknown path of sex then watch the movie again. 
Stacy Martin is Young Joe - Connie Nielsen is Joe's Mother

The Guardian Review  about the movie by Xan Brooks: Hang on to your seat back, your Bible, or the hand of a friend. Lars von Trier's Nymphomaniac bludgeons the body and tenderises the soul. It is perplexing, preposterous and utterly fascinating; a false bill of goods in that it's a film about sex that is deliberately unsexy and a long, garrulous story (two volumes, four hours) that largely talks to itself. Those naked figures in motion are just a distraction. To blunder in on Nymphomaniac is to catch the sight of a middle-aged Dane masturbating alone in a darkened room. It may be sensational, it might even be art. But I'm not sure it is intended for public consumption.

This, perhaps, is the corner that von Trier has painted himself into. Following his ejection from the 2011 Cannes film festival as a result of an ill-advised Nazi "joke", the puckish director has taken a public vow of silence. He has turned his back on the circus and pulled up the drawbridge. Nymphomaniac, for better or worse, feels as though it was made in a vacuum; a private shadow play, typified by theatrical dialogue and unvarnished editorialising. If von Trier can't speak to the press he can speak through his film. No interruptions, no questions. He is all set to splurge.
Charlotte Gainsbourg stars as Joe, a brittle, lonely sex addict (though she dislikes the term) who recounts her life story to Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård), her virginal father confessor. The film rewinds to Joe's youth, where she is played by British newcomer Stacy Martin (walking a teasing line between the enigmatic and the vacant) and prowls a non-specific city that looks European (the film was shot in Cologne) but adopts the pound sterling.

The drama is dark and heavy, marbled with contrivances and coincidences that the players remark upon and encrusted with a mixed-bag of supporting performances, from Shia LaBeouf (ill at ease) and Uma Thurman (electrifying) to Jamie Bell, curiously riveting as a neat little sadist who never once meets your eye.
Inside the monastic cell, our heroine spins the story of Joe in all its delirium and anguish. Seligman, meanwhile, hunches over her bed, providing an extended running commentary. He compares her odyssey to that of the whore of Babylon, the wife of Claudius, the compositions of Bach and the sport of angling. At one stage Joe recalls a contest with a friend, in which they scuttle through the carriages of a commuter train, seeing how many men they can screw. "That's a very clear parallel to fishing in a stream," exclaims Seligman. Joe shrugs and nods. She has no reason to doubt it.How was it for you? How was it for me? Nymphomaniac doesn't care. It goes about things its own way, in the service of its own pleasure, manhandling the audience from one position to the next, occasionally snickering at its own private jokes and daring us to decipher them. Personally I found this a bruising, gruelling experience and yet the film has stayed with me. It is so laden with highly charged set pieces, so dappled with haunting ideas and bold flights of fancy that it finally achieves a kind of slow-burn transcendence. Nymphomaniac annoys me, repels me, and I think I might love it. It's an abusive relationship; I need to see it again.

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Menswear Fall/Winter 2014 - Part 1 (Milan, London)

Monday, 27 January 2014

Yes, my dear readers, menswear fashion weeks are finally here, fashion shows are back and I more excited than ever. I guess it's the perfect way to start the new year (well yeah happy 2014). As usual, I am here to share with you my thoughts about the new collections and what I liked from London and Milan fashion shows (part 1). Today the big stars of the show are Calvin Klein, Christopher Shannon and of course for the provocative and always kind of kinky Versace.  It's true that in this list, I add more collections from Milan fashion week and that's why London this season quick disappointed me, with they're way of street styles themed collections.

Christopher Shannon was maybe the big surprise for the London menswear fashion week. I don't  know if it is because of the wet hair-styling or the cigarettes packaging sweater that made the collection so special, but sure thing is, that is was special and very unique. Maybe new is the right word. At Christopher Shannon, I saw something fresh and young and that made me really happy. In our days being fresh and having something different or unique to show, it's a hard thing to do. Another thing for the collection was the strange combination of street style with the new girlish men look. I know it sounds quiet stupid and most of you can't understand it. But the photos below will give you an idea. 


"Christopher Shannon had two downbeat images in his mind when he started work on his Fall collection. One was a glimpse through the window of a derelict building into a room where floral wallpaper peeled forlornly from the wall. The other was a schoolboy walking home from football practice in the pouring rain."


In the other head the fashion house Calvin Klein, that present their new collection at Milan (impressive) played in a more safe and simultaneity in the same ground. Minimal is the key for Calvin Klein, after all we love C.K. for that. It's timeless; it's chic and it always for men. The show was in the same mood and in the same atmosphere  as always, but this time, expect the soft ground colors that we saw, we came up with a presentation, or should I say remind, of C.K. perfumes series. Some people thought that it was quiet late for the fashion house to come up with the whole "logo" sweater. I find it really cute and it was a nice detail to the show, giving the whole collection  a new, for the brand, characteristic.




""Obsession is the best name ever for a perfume," Italo Zucchelli declared today as he revealed the secret in his new collection for Calvin Klein. He'd been thinking about the way artist Ed Ruscha uses words in his work, and he felt it was a good moment to do something similar. Presto! Sweatshirts appliquéd with Obsession, Escape, and Eternity, words Zucchelli loves, which just happen to be the monikers of Calvin's best-selling perfumes." 
For the grand finalle comes Versace with an extravagance collection. Donatella presented a runway full of cow boys with glitter on them. It's not the most brutal collection we had ever seen, but you know Donatella. I don't know why, but I think it's the first time I've  enjoyed a Versace collection so much. Like the womenswear collection for spring summer 2014 the 90s aesthetics was all other the place. Not only the clothes but also the hair, which I think it's a pretty nice detail. The soundtrack of the night was "Do you wanna funk", but I guess "White Horse" would had been a great choice too. Gold details big accessories and of course cow boys boots was the must of the show. YMCA is still alive, or what?  
"The satanic vroom in the room launched the latest Versace collection as a paean to the biker as the new cowboy, living life on the wild frontier, outside of so-ci-e-tee. Whoops! Nothing new in that notion. Just as there wasn't much that registered as "new" in the Versace show. But it sure was a hell of a ride." - Tim Blanks

Check my menswear soundtrack playlist for Milan and London here.
Part 2 with Paris MFW is coming. 

Info via Style.com. Photos via Dazed Digital & Style.com

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