Comment on Film Noir in Paris by *sergefoglio

i hear a distant murmur of music...
on the corner perhaps, downstairs...

this is lovely!

I think that woman is about to murder someone in a very grisly way. A man. she's going to murder a man. A man who's pushed her to it.

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Woooooooo, extremely interesting.
What about, she is a dancer, a classical dancer in Paris.
The music is playing downstairs allright, she is looking at a mirror where she has been observing herself to make sure she was p e r f e c t ...

Hard wood floor and all.

I am going to get in touch with you in the next couple of days.
Love you Fae

S

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Magical Conciousness is the state in which tea leaves are read, curses are cast, goals are scores, poems are written...

Ah, very very french, a love drama!
Perfect! Tres film noir!
And of course, he pushed her to it, even though, french women don't need a big push!
She is probably crazy by now, and is going to enjoy it all!!!!
Merci pour tout tres chere!



Serge

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Magical Conciousness is the state in which tea leaves are read, curses are cast, goals are scores, poems are written...

wow.... this is so accurate!!! nice

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AZUL ALMAZAN [link]
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Craziness opens new portals.

Well, thank you so ever kindly...
hey, most people ask me to create a Print Account on DA.
What do you think of that/

Sorry to ask such a question, I am simply interested

Cheers
S

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Magical Conciousness is the state in which tea leaves are read, curses are cast, goals are scores, poems are written...

You know, i think you should..investing in your own creations will make you love your art even more.. you well pay more attention to details and aspects that you probably didn't know before, you may feel more responsibility for your own art and ideology... It is always god to do something extra for your self improvement.
I hope you do. and i know you will be perfectly fine

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AZUL ALMAZAN [link]
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Craziness opens new portals.

I think all the women are loving this piece, in the same way that we love the movie Chicago for questionable reasons we dare not admit. Though we love the men of the world, the men of our lives - they drive us crazy, and indeed "She is probably crazy by now, and is going to enjoy it all!" From that sort of passion things are born. Someone told me the other day death and birth are the same. I agreed, I totally denied it, I considered it, I opposed and challenged it. I am unsure. Azul say worded it well: "craziness opens new portals".
I have started off this morning with tuberose and jasmine essences permeating my soul spirit and body. A good way to begin and capture a corporate love day. It would seem fitting, you being who you are, that here I would make my mecca half asleep. Perhaps you would be interested [link] (Dita Kubin, an upcoming photographer). I would love to speak with you again and exchange thoughts. I admit my motives are selfish though, I long to grow.

*side note, print accounts on DA are not a very good value, although, sometimes it is one of the only ways you might see monetary appreciation and easily showcase work.

Now to study that eye.. hmm.. it reminds me of Bowie. Let's compare....

Now, her eye seems sturdy, very decided, deliberate strong - a strength of character/self. She has a plan, she is moving her lips... she is saying something, or about to... she is mid thought. What is the thought? 'She is looking at herself in the mirror' - She seems to be looking out at the viewer. At someone there... perhaps someone not there, someone in her mind. ?Fusing together self instant desire other self ideal dream plan.

Wow, why this one seems to say so much...

Bowie, bowie has that stony eye and that broken dark time-taken sadness eye. The one, intense and distant. Firm, decided, unwavering... and yet. Perhaps with the two combined there is break - one looks straight, one looks to the side wonder. - a loop hole, a chance, but .5%
Back to her..

She seems mesmerizing, as if she is about to convince the world of something. Look into her eye, listen to her words, and have your world change.

I love the story that this one holds, the mystery-story that feels as though you are in the midst of it. The paper in the middle ... it's as if everyone and everything is trying to say something. The light that reaches out like a celestial object; the window/porch in the background with the door wide open. The more I look at it the more it seems to change. I swear I saw the sun rising, as though the lighting shifted in this. Would you be willing/able to email this to me so that I could put it on my desktop and study it between clicking on articles and searching through a mess of image files?
Thank you for the event. If I have created an all new story, at least I am happy in my experience.

U want a copy of that piece?
Just right click on it and download it dear!!!!!

For anythign else, well, what can I say but thank you a millioN!!!!!!
U rock!

Serge

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Magical Conciousness is the state in which tea leaves are read, curses are cast, goals are scores, poems are written...