Este trailer engana muito bem, assim o filme até parece bom...

Quite some months ago I sat in a bar and heard of a dream shared by two nurses to visit Iceland extensively, a one month trip through the some of the worlds most beautiful natural wonders, they said. I thought, hey, Iceland must be different, fashion photographers have gone there for specific shoots and all. Ok, I expect it's a rough beauty with some desolate places, but I didn't fully understand the mote behind their shared dream. Now that I've seen Heima, from Sigur Rós, I more than understand their dream. I don't know if meanwhile those two nurses did their trip but I'm hatching my own dream of going there (not so unexpected, as recently, I've been attracted more and more to the lands of the farther North, specially after visiting Denmark).

Regarding Heima I must say it's a perfect production that seems to have been taillored and fine tunned to my personal sensibility. It left me breathless and emotional countless times along the film.

Asside from dreaming we should see the reality, Iceland is only a few degreees from Portugal (temperature and latitude-wise). It even has it's own controversial dam story, their's is Alcoa, ours was Alqueva.


Let's see if we can make it on time before the ice melts...

Mas confesso que falta algo de genuíno... esta outra, que se cruzou comigo já em pijama meio corpo enfiado dentro da cama, é de uma autenticidade perfeita, em tudo consonante com o momento de dizer que o dia chegou ao fim e é hora de deixar o corpo e alma aos cuidados de um sono reparador.

O "casalinho" (de circunstância, musical) do momento. Só sei que este dueto gerou uma música completa e absolutamente víciante que se prende aos ouvidos... e até se veio prender aqui ao blog:

I really miss those Analog Days

I might be trying to re-enact those with my evenings without the laptop, watching black and white movies (would be on a VCR if it still worked) and reading in my lay-back comfy sofa.

Btw, Analog Days was an indie movie I saw at Indie Lisboa a while ago. It tells the story of a group of teenagers that only listened to music in analog players (cassettes, vinyl, etc.). It came to mind because I feel better when I'm way from computers, tvs and all kinds of electronic gadgets. That's when I feel auto-sufficient and liberated.

This impressive trailer keeps running in my head

The last few concerts that I attended are giving me much to digest, and I have a very slow digestion pace...

Today I'm posting photos from Ra Ra Riot and Sigur Rós's concerts. Two contrasting events I attended just a day apart.

Ra Ra Riot







Weirdest high-school party I've ever been to ;)


Sigur Rós

First came soft, still pretty dense, colors.


Then, the festival began, like a sugary kaleidoscope.


But there was always time to breathe... very deeply.


And they brought friends.

And they threw things at us which started falling down from the sky, densely and slowly.

And that kept falling all night long.

Et, l'adieux. Sincere.

Hard to remind ourselves they're just a band (when they're so much more)...

At the same time I'm listening for the first time to () by Sigur Rós in a state of languid happy grief.