we all love Elvira

I made this video for my friend Elisabeth as a presentation for her first great project as a fashion desginer, inspired in all these things we love; porn cinema, the 70's, the States, beautiful blonde women, the vintage and the american dream.

Elvira from Joan López on Vimeo.

Los chicos que querían amarse y la mujer de rojo que impidió la tragedia

la noche se abalanza rabiosa contra las calles, y las estrepitosas sirenas harmonizan ese caos imperfecto y loco llamado ciudad. la intensa lluvia derramada se convierte en vapor que trepa como un humo mágico a lo más alto, hasta dejarse disolver por el aire huracanado que trastorna las vacías y miserables vidas de los habitantes del lugar. En una de las ventanas, a través de las callejuelas y en lo alto de un enorme muro, la cámara nos acerca, como un pájaro extraviado en busca de su nido, a una pequeña y tenue luz. Tras los cristales y una cortina blanca y sedosa, como recluídos de todo mal ajeno, Wallace besa el pecho de Sean, y acto seguido se inclina para subir el volumen del televisor, pues el estruendo de las gotas de lluvia contra la ventana es cada vez más y más fuerte. Sean se acomoda dando la espalda a su compañero y apoyando su culo contra el sexo de Wallace, que se endurece al instante. Sean, cuya mirada está ahora sólo en el aparato, observa la imagen de una mujer embutida en un traje chaqueta rojo con una pistola en la mano. No sabe bien porqué, pero la imagen de esa mujer y su sombra moviéndose en la oscura maleza y entre la que sólo resplandece la vivez del rojo entallado en su blanca piel, le hipnotizan por completo y siente que quiere ser ella. Por su parte, y sin miedo al rechazo, Wallace se quita los calzoncillos y le baja los pantalones a Sean para que sienta el calor que su miembro desprende. A Sean le gusta hacerse el dormido y que Wallace le penetre como si de un bello durmiente se tratara, pero esta vez, Sean, que ni siquiera puede cerrar los ojos para hacerse el dormido, pues su mirada sigue intacta y clavada en la mujer de rojo, le dice que pare. Wallace enmudece tras la petición de su amante que sale del sofá y se acerca gateando al televisor. Un primer plano de la mujer de rojo con los ojos llorosos y sujetando temblorosa la pistola desenfocada es todo lo que quiere ver.

darkness is just fine

Well well well. I don't really know what's going on with me these days. Suddenly I am so into horror, gore, serial killer films, even science fiction but always dark stories about distopic steampunk societies, and it's more than just a dark mood, I feel and I understand the darkness of living, even if it's temporary (please). I'm not fucking having the time of my life, actually I'm kind of living this distopic reality of my own dream. Everything and everyone seems empty, meaningless, sad and senseless to me, and this time there's nothing to do with comunication stuff or whatever. So I guess I'm just probably transporting my own personal situation on movies and music. Like this one right below, I love it and I really wanna be a part of it. I wish I were there with those freaky monsters and surrounded by that amazing badalamenti's melody. I bet mr. Krank would have kidnapped me the first, cause I'm such a dreams machine man...

you don't know what love is

as many other lovers, he's the result of having had a self destructive behaviour. well, thanks chet. I'm tired of living in an ordinary world, having ordinary relationships and suffering gratuitous pain. I feel I was born to talk to all of you about love and beauty. I'm not a toy, I'm not a rat, I'm not even a diamond, I'm just a human being. And so you are. Let's be coherent with that, let's stop acting like consumer objects. Stop taking someone from the interest to throw it away when it's not useful anymore. I thought I couldn't deal with that, but I realised there's no option. We have to assume this reality and make a change. Here I go.

libère ta perception

walking around the other day i could read this on a wall "libère ta perception". soon afterwards i found myself being reanimated by my friend gisela who said during her speech "debes liberar tu percepción". I took a look at her and said -god, this must be some kind of sign". I've been through a lot lately, it's true. i've built my personality and i still do, and I realised there will be more pain in my life if i don't respect my instincts a bit more. i mean, i love my life and i love the way every single thing has changed me but now it's time to take control about what might come in and what must be forbidden. My third eye is gonna help me out. Apart from this i'm having some sort of paranoid thoughts i guess because of this little cold i got in the middle of the summer which is making me see what's worth figthing for. I gotta be more pragmatic and ask myself: what can i do to be happy? the answer turns easily out to be the path i've already started.

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