a true gallant.

florida street, buenos aires, argentina 1950-1960.

i went to the buenos aires photo exhibition held at palais de glace today. i wasn't impressed.
however, i was luckily introduced to sameer makarius' work.
he is a visual artist and photographer born in 1924 in el cairo, egypt, but lived in germany and hungary as well, where he finished his education. in 1953 he moved to buenos aires and found a unique way of portraying the city and its people.
i really liked his vintage portraits. too bad i can only find really small pictures of his work on the net. i'm surprised none of my photography teachers ever told me about him.
the guy who was in charge of the sameer makarius' stand was very literate and polite. or at least he knew a lot of what he was saying because he made sure i stayed at his stand for quite a while.
we then secretely acknowledged him with my friends and hoped we would grow knowleadgeable and cultivated.

everyone who's anyone.

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san diego, sunny days, surfers/skaters, rockers/hippies, fireworks, loud music, multiculturalism, celebs, (candle)lights, projections, screaming, sex, drugs, freedom, excitement, youth, palm-trees, tents, dreams, walking inspirations.

hedonism.

all things cool. in only one place.

running. running, running.

okay, i am making public my addiction to this song and to this album.
i think it's the only thing my ipod has been playing since last week. and i swear i need my dose every day.

i change shapes just to hide in this place, but i'm still, i'm still an animal.

young sensualists.

people here in argentina call me a 'hipster' (hence my drawing).
truth is, i'm slowly turning into a humanitarian and i'm making friends with tons of cool hippies!

you need an attitude make-over.

i really do hope my painting classes start to pay off because i've been painting crazy shit for an hour in my terrace and they all look like a junior high art class project. it got to the point where i'm already thinking i suck at painting. running out of yellow and white oils didn't help either, since they're kind of vital for this serie. i think i got a tan, though. well... sort of.

on another note, i'm watching these little kids from my balcony and they're teasing/making fun of a dog. now one of them is motherfucking skating and he's not more than 5! i'm so jealous! oh, now his dad is walking behind him and i just realized he's my ex neighbour. we used to play in the hood together when we were in elementary school. i think he's just one year older than me and already has 2 kids. to each his own, i guess.
also, this past weekend we talked a lot with my friends about youth (you know, those pathetic years of your life where you're trying to find out "who you really are", until you reach your 30s and you still have the same mistrust) and about how modern youth is affected by the media. apparently, giving blow-jobs at school when you're 14 is the IT cult for girls nowadays, and keeping the undwerwear of the girl you fucked is pretty radical too (for the gals).
i don't know why, because i can't stand the underaged, but lately i found a lot of inspiration in them.

myspace.com/jtillman.

word.

the first days of spring.

perfect timing.

helplessness.

today i attended my first social movilization. it was intense.
it was high time i stood up for my rights as a citizen and as a human being.
all i beg for is justice and security.

santiago urbani R.I.P.

trouble in paradise.

last night i was supposed to go watch 'el último mandado' (an independent argentine movie that takes place in a small town, practically the same area where my mom & dad were born and raised) and antonio birabent (an argentine singer), but when me and my friend were waiting for the train, the weather played a dirty trick on us and had to go home instead. it started raining like crazy and we had to go inside the train station where we met two really cool skaters who were playing guitar/drums.
we then decided to make pizza and rent some movies ('the ex', and 1984's 'footloose') and had a slumber party. but the party ended when i fell asleep while watching one of them.

for some reason, i've been watching 'closer' and 'the mona lisa's smile' a lot for the past month. cable tv doesn't offer many good options, but i'm always the one who decides to watch these movies instead of finding new ones. i think maybe it's because i want to believe there is an art teacher like julia robert's character somewhere near me, or the fact that, in a way, i can relate to all the 'closer' fucked up relationships.

also, i've been dreaming a lot of either naked old co-workers or buying myself multiple bikes. does that ring a bell to anyone? i feel nasty and materialistic.

nothing came out.

just because i don't say anything, doesn't mean i don't like you.
i open my mouth and i try and i try but no words came out.

and besides you're probably holding hands with some skinny pretty girl who likes to talk about bands.
all i wanna do is ride bikes with you and stay up late and watch cartoons.

duck tales, shirt tales, talespin, sailor moon, gi joe, robotech, ron jeremy, schmoo.

holt's good taste.

this is pretty amazing.
dave skating vs. tim's fuscia button up. who wins?

to be or not to be.

"a smugly ignorant person with no appreciation of intellectual or artistic matters."

while having dinner last night, a friend of mine pointed out how repelled we both are by people with no interests whatsoever. we discussed about how his irish friend was once told something like: "you should have been born with a little less intelligence, and these problems would no longer matter." by her mother.
i'm getting really aggravated when i'm at school and people in my class start debating about nonsense and we waste a lot of time in stuff we are not supposed to talk about. this has been an issue to me before in my previous program because we were a small group and people would interact a lot with each other. but there's nothing more annoying than students who consistently try to stand out in class and never stop giving their opinion based on their experience. ugh. my brains just can't take it.
going back to school after so long brought the best/worst in me. everything would be better if some of those philistines would just shut their mouth and stop complaining about everything the teacher says. also, there's lots of frustrated moms and old ladies who thought my program would save them from their boring life.

disclaimer - sorry, i don't wanna sound like one of them, but they seriously pissed me off today. i just want to express my strong dissatisfaction and, ultimately, this is my blog and i post whatever i want.