Year: 2009

Slumdog millionaire

So… It has been a year since it was released causing a massive unanimous reaction of admiration… but it was only today that I watched “slumdog millionaire” for the first time. I have serious issues about anything with a massive hype as I always seem to end up disappointed… This time too, I felt that this hybrid between “city of God” and “amores perros” was lacking of the originality and strength that the other two had. It is true that the children were amazing… with a special kind of natural ability to interpret their roles, but for some reason I was not that impressed with the movie. Indian movies have a special quality, I find, with regard to photography, light, music, choreography and story telling, and this movie, it was clearly not Indian. The characters were good, but seemed to similar to those on the other movies I mentioned earlier… the brother Salim, even reminds you physically and psychologically to Buscape´s brother in city of God! And Latika´s adult personality and context is terribly similar …

The “not for yield” garden

Everyday I work with buildings. I design, detail and build them. They are hard and almost predictable. The client gives you a brief, you design to it, and then the quantity surveyor makes it cheaper. They build it and hopefully, you will be able to look at it rather than away from it when complete. On the other side of my life, the gardening experience is the closest to a free fall I can think of. You plant the seeds, and no matter how much, or how little you do, the sad truth is that it is not in your hands whether you win or you loose. You buy the plants at the right time, and they flourish when they feel ready to do so… A bit like children… They are their own “people”… all you can do is create the best conditions. I see the garden divided in two: I have the vegetable side (useful, grateful, happy and gratifying) and the ornamental side (use-less but full of charm and interesting in a more subtle …

A look back

I am not sure whether it is me, or whether this crisis, and the lack of workload is close to over. The truth is that I am getting busier with each day that goes by… I am not complaining, as I believe that too much work is as much of a curse as it is a blessing, particularly as you tend to be less stressed when the basics of your life are covered, but you do sometimes wonder what modern life is really costing us in terms of everything else. I begun to plant vegetables trying to escape from the ugly place that we all were heading to at the office. stress, redundancies, job losses, reduction of hours, cancellation of projects, budget cuts and uncertainty were all pushing us to the limit. We suddenly had to face the music, and the happy carefree existence that of our parents’ generation created for us, suddenly trembled right under our feet. We are all adults and have responsibilities, but we suddenly had to face other people´s mistakes and …

Central hall at the natural history museum

If like me, you like the mystery and ambiance that one can feel whilst reading Verne, you will love this cathedral like building… Even if animals and plants are not your “cup of tea”, even if you could not care less about plants or the evolution of species… Every detail , every corner shows the craftsmanship and ambition of a time, now forgotten by most…. You might think I have lost my marbles for what I am about to say, but… if you want to know how London was (or maybe how it would have been if Verne had his own way) get yourself a copy of Steamboy and travel to the place I wish I could…

THE absolute truth holders

Sometimes, I talk to people and I have the feeling that I am, in fact, talking to myself. You surely must have felt like that before. You are trying to say something and the other person speaks over you. Not by accident, but non stop, in a parallele conversation which, of course is more importants than what ever it is that you may have been trying to communicate. Recently I was trying to explain a situation to someone, who rather than listening, she was shoutting over me, quite literally, things such as: “what did you really think it was going to happen?” ” because this is how things are and to be honest you should be clear by now.  We do not count blah blah blah”. Normally I would stop there, but as experiment, I tried to give her a chance to realise that, in fact, she was shoutting over me… I should have known better by now. I cannot be bothered with this type of “behavioural” disorder, and i rather evade to my own …

Art

I have always being fascinated by art The earliest memory related to any form of art I have dates back to my kinder garden years. I was given, a piece of plasticine to shape into what ever I fancied, and I chose to do a Shepard, with a group of sheep and a dog. In my mind still a very clear image, but I wonder what would others have seeing then. When I was a little girl I loved those rare days at school when the greatest activity of the day was “marrazki librea” or free style drawing. I guess that the fact that I was not expected to do things in any particular way must have been a determining factor. Don’t get me wrong, it is fair to say that I often asked questions and chose alternative routes to do things (generally much quicker shortcuts) but sometimes, even when i tried to comply, I would get into trouble. For instance, one day I was asked to draw our house… The house where I grew up is …