Wednesday, March 29, 2006

coffee no. 68

While walking downtown I pass elegant woman in her forties. She is going slowly, with a great self-consciousness. Her appearance is refined and flawless. And utterly serious. Excellent make up and hairdo, heels, luxurious jewellery. But there is something that after all draws attention. The one button of her white shirt has unbuttoned, exactly on her breast. Inadvertently she is showing her bra, losing that way all the seriousness and majesty.
We never are what we think we are...

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

coffee no. 67

"You know the picture is yours, Dorian. I gave it to you before it existed".

Oscar Wilde THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

Sunday, March 26, 2006

coffee no. 66

Saturday morning in the supermarket. Near the shelve with ketchups stands the middle aged man with the mobile phone pressed to his ear. He is utterly shaky, with the tears in his eyes. It's almost obvious that at the moment the woman he loves splits up with him. He tries to save their relationship, telling her something like this, 'All the sad moments will pass away. Believe me. Don't give up'. I stand some steps from him, thinking how cruel life could be. And how grotesque. Somebody's love falls to pieces in the sauces and seasonig lane...
Why do the very important things in our life end so pathetically very often?...

Friday, March 24, 2006

coffee no. 65

I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

Klaus Kinski

Friday, March 17, 2006

coffee no. 64

Sometimes we see something and at once think about people who created this. Interiors of the cafes, hand painted cups, amazing photographs, etc. We don't concentrate on the thing itself, but try to imagine its author.
I like the moments when I stand in front of a wonderful painting for example, and I don't say 'this one is fantastic' but 'oh, the person who painted this must be fantastic'...

Thursday, March 02, 2006

coffee no. 63

The only thing that really interested me in THE PRINCE AND THE SHOWGIRL with Marylin Monroe was the wonderful purple sofa standing in the Prince's room. Despite of the fact that I watched this film a couple of years ago, I've remembered this detail and sometimes thought about it. Today I saw the almost identical sofa in my favourite furniture shop. I was standing next to it, staring, touching, smiling... The big purple velvet sofa from my dreams. And presumably one of the most expensive ones in the city.
Why do some things appear when we are not ready for buying them... And why do they disappear when we are able to make our dreams come true?...