sexta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2009

Frank Sinatra - As Time Goes By

All of Me (Frank Sinatra)

'It's Always You' - Frank Sinatra

Frank Sinatra Ava Gardner I Think Of You

Frank Sinatra New York New York sung by Sam Sparacio

"My Way" Frank Sinatra (Homenagem c/ Tradução) Lyrics

WHEN I TAKE MY SUGAR TO TEA (1947) by the Nat King Cole Trio

Tenderly - Nat King Cole with Oscar Peterson Trio

Fly me to the moon- Nat King Cole

Sarah Vaughan: The Shadow of Your Smile 1964

Sarah Vaughan - And I Love Her 1969

Sarah Vaughan - Lullaby of Birdland

Randy Crawford & Joe Sample - When I Need You

Meredith d'Ambrosio - Love Is A Simple Thing

Crazy He Calls Me ...... Etta Jones

Betty Hutton - I Wish I Didn't Love You So (1947)

Johnny Hartman - Blue Skies

JOE WILLIAMS - GOING TO CHICAGO

Mel Torme - A foggy day in London town

Billie Holiday -As Time Goes By

CARMEN MCRAE sings "I'm Glad There is You" 1979

Shirley Horn fea. Miles Davis

Shirley Horn and Wynton Marsalis - Basin Street Blues

Nina Simone - Ain't Got No...I've Got Life

Sara Gazarek and Dee Daniels sing "You Are My Sunshine"


"Changes Come" | Over the Rhine | Cornerstone 2008

Bar é fotografia - Xie Mo


Xie Mo

Queen of stone

Bar é poesia - Mario Quintana



Mario Quintana




SEISCENTOS E SESSENTA E SEIS




(Mario Quintana)











A vida é uns deveres que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.

Quando se vê, já são 6 horas: há tempo...

Quando se vê, já é 6ªfeira...

Quando se vê, passaram 60 anos...

Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...

E se me dessem - um dia - uma outra oportunidade,

eu nem olhava o relógio.

seguia sempre, sempre em frente ...



E iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas.

Nos bares da vida




BITTER

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Comercial antigo - Vintage 1960's East German Trabant Car Commercial

Charge do dia



Pancho - Gazeta do Povo - Curitiba, PR




Why Katherine Jenkins doesn’t dare be a diva - The Times, uk - link (aqui)



October 23, 2009

The forces sweetheart still fears the wrath of her mum - and the news-reading public, judging by her careful answers

Katherine Jenkins is lovely. Welsh songbird, international artiste, voice of an angel (Mark II), forces sweetheart, startlingly pretty blonde — what's not to like? And yet, I spend our evening together feeling incredibly guilty, because I know that pretty soon I'm going to get back to my desk, sit down, and type the words “but her new album is horrible”.

But her new album is horrible. Or, at least, very much not to my tastes. Believe is “crossover”, that curious, nay abhorrent form of music that takes ordinary, inoffensive pop songs and re-jigs them to make them sound like part of an opera. Weird thing to want to buy, in my view. Weird thing to want to do.

“What I really didn't want it to sound like,” Jenkins says sweetly over flickering candlelight in a West London restaurant, “is that French and Saunders sketch. Did you see it? They are in a recording studio, and she is singing ‘I SHOULD BE SO LUCKY, LUCKY, LUCKY LUCKY’ and it just sounds ... . ridiculous.”

Oh dear. That’s exactly what it sounds like. Not all of it, perhaps, but quite a lot. Certainly track eight, which is, no really, a cover of Bob Marley’s No Woman No Cry. When Georgie first made dat fy-er light, I’m thinking this probably wasn’t quite what he had in mind.

Look, it’ll sell. They always do. Jenkins is not the 13th richest musician in Britain under 30 for nothing. The point of this album, as she freely admits, is America. Jenkins, 29, has her eye on transatlantic success. Accordingly, she has signed up Madonna’s famed PR Liz Rosenberg, she has recorded a Christmas special with Andrea Bocelli for the Public Broadcasting Service and she has this album.

“Usually we’d have a big meeting at the record company and I’d put forward the songs I wanted to do,” she says. “This time, I went to LA to work with David Foster [the producer] and I had no idea what I was going to do. We’d call up songs on iTunes and then I’d try them at the piano.”

The average American listener, Jenkins concedes, might not have the same classical awareness as a Brit. “You mix in the classical themes,” she says, “or what people would deem classical, like The Godfather, and you make people feel they have had a classical experience, even with pop pieces.”

Jenkins liked Los Angeles, wouldn’t mind moving there one day, but not any time soon because she’s got a house in North London and she’s quite happy, thanks. All bases covered there, you’ll notice — not offending the Americans, but keeping the Brits sweet, too. There’s a lot of this. Often it feels as though she’s taking too much care not to put a foot wrong. She’ll say she was swiftly adopted by the resident Welsh crowd in LA, and invited to the house of somebody very famous to watch the Wales v Ireland rugby match, but she won’t say who the person was. When I say it must have been a Jones — Tom, Catherine Zeta or, at a push Vinnie — she just smiles and very sweetly waits for me to ask something else.

Presswise, she’s had a scarring year. “Yes. I’ve started to read more and more things that just aren’t true. And there are things I just don’t think should be public knowledge. I recently found out that I had half-sisters, which I didn’t know about. I can deal with that, but they shouldn’t have to.”

The stupidest thing she’s read was that she and her boyfriend Gethin Jones (Blue Peter, Strictly Come Dancing) were bidding against Tony Blair for a house in Gloucestershire with its own dance hall. “I was not,” she says, “even house hunting.”

Until last year she was starting to find her own depiction in the press a little stifling. “They talk about this saintly Katherine who had never made a mistake,” she says. “And that’s really hard to deal with.” The niceness of Katherine reached its most unbearable during an interview with Piers Morgan for GQ. He asked if she had taken drugs. She said that she hadn’t. After it had run, she called him up and said that, actually, she used to take drugs quite a bit. He wrote about that, too, in the Mail on Sunday. The next week there were pictures — Jenkins wide-eyed, coke around the nostrils — with testimony from “friends” about how she used to bake hash cookies. “It’s a difficult question for anybody in the public eye,” she says. “Because if you say you have, are you saying its OK to do this? But look, I’ve made tons of mistakes, and actually, people amazed me. They said: ‘We’ve all done stupid things, we’ve all got skeletons in our closets. At least you were honest about it’.”

Too much regret, I say. It’s not like you were Whitney Houston. Can’t you just say, “Yes, I went clubbing a bit”, and leave the fake self-loathing to politicians? “Image is important to any person in the music industry,” she says, slowly, then she just sort of stops, and waits for the question to go away.

Some have called Katherine Jenkins a control freak, perhaps with good reason. She signs off every aspect of her “product”, from album covers to photographs to the smallest leaflet. At times like this, when she’s on the edge of what she can control, it very obviously bothers her. She’s much the same when we talk about her father.

Selwyn Jenkins was 55 when Katherine was born 29 years ago, and a retired factory worker. She’s often willingly told interviewers about how he died when she was 15. This time, she’s obviously worried I’ll ask about her newly discovered half-sisters (a pair of middle-aged twins from Neath) and, perhaps as a result, barely mentions him. How calculated this is, I have no idea. She has another bout with Piers Morgan this weekend on ITV1 in which — it was revealed yesterday — she breaks down while talking about an attempted rape she suffered as a 19-year-old student.

Morgan’s show will also provide the first public outing of a video of Jenkins’s first performance, on stage at Alderman Davies Primary School in Neath, aged 4, singing Going Down the Garden to Eat Worms. “My mum taught me the actions. It was all very cutesy and everybody was laughing and it was just, from then on, what I wanted to do.” The interest in classical music came through singing lessons and choirs. Her parents owned almost no classical records. “When I look back,” she says, “I didn’t do much of the going out and playing in the street, like my friends did. I’d be in until eight o’clock having piano lessons and all that. It was what I wanted to do.”

Jenkins moved to London when she was 18 to attend the Royal Academy. She lived in Paddington because it was easy to get the train home to Wales, and kept saying hello to people on the Tube. Two years later she won a modelling competition, became the Face of Wales and sent Universal a demo tape. She came in for an interview and, after an hour, they offered her a six-album deal, which has just come to an end. “When I got the contract I didn’t tell anyone except my mum,” she says.

For a while, she says, she moved on in her career without properly thinking about it. The first time it sank in was when she was on Parkinson. “My mum was just staring at me,” she says. “With her mouth open. And I was like, ‘Mum, why are you looking at me like that?’ And she said: ‘How did this happen? You’re my daughter and you’re an international superstar!’ She really freaked out.” Accusations of diva behaviour enrage her. “That’s the thing that bugs me the most,” she says. “I do do stairs. You just saw me come up here. I could easily be a diva, but that is not the way I’ve been brought up. My mum would kill me.”

Her mother prefers not to know when she’s off to a warzone. She’s had scary times. On one flight into Basra she was in a helicopter and was woken by a voice saying, “Missile alert rear”. The helicopter, she says, “dropped like a stone”. Another time, when she stayed at a base overnight, they were expecting a mortar attack and she was instructed to hide under her bed. “And then I got to my room”, she says, “and my bed was flat on the floor.”

On her first trip to Afghanistan, she was worrying about the flight out — an uncomfortable military plane and no food. Then, in the airport lavatory, she met a woman who had taken the same flight back. “She’d come in with the wounded,” she says. “She’d heard them cry all the way back. I didn’t need a wake-up call after that.” She takes her role as a forces sweetheart — the new Vera Lynn — very seriously. “I wish more artists would do it,” she says of her trips to Afghanistan and Iraq. “I suppose maybe they think there’s a political thing attached and they don’t want to get involved. But the troops don’t decide where they go.”

Unsurprisingly, she is studiously nonpolitical. She was asked to sing at the Labour Party conference this year, but she couldn’t because she was busy. And if she hadn’t been busy? “I’d rather not say.” She met David Cameron the other week, when she sang on the Andrew Marr Show on BBC One. Afterwards he told her that, right through his interview, he’d been able to hear her singing next door.

Ask Katherine Jenkins for her heroes and she’ll reel them off: Marilyn Monroe, Maria Callas, Edith Piaf, Barbra Streisand, Doris Day, Whitney Houston, Madonna. That’s probably why people often think there’s something slightly fake about Katherine Jenkins. Unusually in the classical world, she sees herself as a star, not a musician. When I ask if she ever writes music, rather than just sing it, she’s baffled. “I never have,” she says. Not even a wee tune, fiddling on the piano? “I don’t know if I’m capable. Maybe when I was a child ... but nothing that sticks out.”

More than pop stars, in truth, she reminds me of sports stars. If there was an Olympic gold for singing, she’d win it. Although not for this new album. Like I said, it’s horrible.

Believe is released by Warner Bros on Oct 26. Katherine Jenkins is interviewed in Piers Morgan’s Life Stories tomorrow (ITV1, 10pm). Also that night, she appears at G-A-Y@Heaven, London WC2, from 10.30pm (www.g-a-y.co.uk)

Chairman Mao as you've never seen him before (and as the Chinese government would rather you hadn't) - The Independent, uk - link (aqui)

Alamy

In one of their creations the Gao brothers depict Mao as a woman with the nose of Nixon



By Clifford Coonan

Friday, 23 October 2009


The younger of the Gao brothers bursts into his studio, explains that he is late because of a car crash, and pulls Chairman Mao's head from a plastic bag. Then he attaches it to the late Great Helmsman's corpulent, kneeling body.

It is quite an entrance. But Gao Qiang, and his brother Gao Zhen, are used to making waves, whether in car crashes or galleries. China's most controversial artists have had their studio raided by police on numerous occasions. That's why they keep the two parts of their sculpture in separate locations. Despite the rational explanation, the moment still has an eerie quality that much of their work shares.

"China has so many stories that they are like a dream. Every story is true, but I try to tell them in a fictional way," said Gao Zhen, 53. He's the older one.

The macabre image of Mao certainly has a touch of fiction about it. It shows him in his declining years, his hand on his heart and his face creased with sorrow as he begs for atonement, in an act of contrition that never took place. Much of what drives the work of Gao Zhen and Gao Qiang, 47, is anger at the events set in chain by Mao, such as the ideological frenzy of the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s and 1970s that killed their father. Their work also confronts modern China and the changes wrought on society by socialism with Chinese characteristics, or capitalism, or whatever you want to call it.

The art of the Gaos is angry, occasionally funny, vital and always confrontational, and can change the way you look at and think about China.

"During the Cultural Revolution I was a child, but I was deeply influenced by what happened, and our work shows many of the things which happened at that time," said Gao Qiang, who is toying with a top-end Canon camera in front of a lithograph-style print of Barack Obama in the café that they use to show their work.

"Obama is a star. We had great hopes at the beginning, though we don't see too much happening now," he added.

It's a very different representation of Mao than the one you see on the portrait outside the Forbidden City, or the one seen in the propaganda epic The Founding of a Republic, currently on track to be China's most successful film ever, in which he is portrayed as an unashamed hero. The official line on Mao is that he was 70 per cent good, 30 per cent bad. The Gaos expose the 30 per cent bad, and suggest that there was more to this era than the official version admits. In the Gaos' version, Mao's image is deconstructed, sometimes into grotesque, balloonish shapes, such as the "Miss Mao" theme, which is like a Jeff Koons nightmare, and part of a series of large sculptures that give Mao a pair of breasts and the nose of Richard Nixon, who opened diplomatic relations with China.

Satirical that image may be, but this work is also highly personal. During the Cultural Revolution, in which hundreds of thousands died and millions of lives were destroyed, the Gaos' father was labelled a class enemy and dragged away by the authorities. A month or so later, they were told he had committed suicide. But, Gao Zhen says simply: "He didn't commit suicide, he was murdered."

In that context, it isn't surprising that Mao stands out. But he isn't the sole focus of the brothers' work. In one of their most accomplished pieces, The Forever Unfinished Building No 4, there are images of migrant workers, prostitutes, dissidents, Kim Jong-il, police, Nazis, Porsches, Olympic stars, astronauts – basically all the components of the ongoing dialogue about China's metamorphosis, wrought by Gaudi and Jeff Koons, with a splash of Jake and Dinos Chapman.

The piece even features Liu Xiaobo, the leading Chinese dissident, who disappeared many months ago following his decision to print a manifesto of demands for more freedom, called Charter 08, which was signed by many Chinese artists and writers, including the Gaos. "Our major influence is China's current situation," said Gao Zhen, pointing at the petitioners. "We are always together and we talk about ideas. If we both agree, we do it. If one of us disagrees, then we drop it," he went on.

That solidarity has sometimes meant that the two brothers suffer together. They were blacklisted in 1989, the year of the pro-democracy movement, and couldn't get passports until 2004. As a result, they take certain precautions, like only doing interviews with foreign media, as domestic media exposure would lead to serious trouble. During the Olympics, the brothers had two guards outside their studio.

"Few have the honour of the government putting two guards on their house. Of course I'm worried about being arrested, but you need to make sacrifices to be a real person. If they start arresting me, then they really have problems. I am just a little artist, and they have to deal with Xinjiang, and Tibet, and migrant workers losing their jobs. If they start jailing people like me, the prisons will be full very soon," said Gao Qiang.

The brothers say they are tiring of the Mao theme and will move on, but they are committed to the importance of the image seen in Mao's Guilt.

"We can't avoid this image. If he knelt and confessed, like the way the Germans atoned for the Nazi era... we think our Mao thing is over now," said Gao Zhen.

Gao Qiang said the key to the kneeling Mao was symbolic. "It's not him saying sorry, it's a system saying sorry. It's very important for China to reveal the bad things and to understand history and to step into the real world. A lot of people lost out on their lives during the time of Chairman Mao," said Gao – younger or elder. It could equally be either.

Artaxerxes: the opera that time forgot - The Guardian, uk - link (aqui)


Thomas Arne was the star of English composition in the 18th century, but within a few decades he had been all but forgotten. Now one of his greatest works, Artaxerxes, is being revived


Costume designs for the Classical Opera Company's Artaxerxes

Costume designs for the Classical Opera Company's Artaxerxes

In 1791, Joseph Haydn, then working in London, went to a performance of Thomas Arne's opera Artaxerxes. He was astonished by it. He had "no idea", he is on record as saying, "that we had such an opera in the English language". That an English-born composer might have produced one of the great operas was difficult for Haydn to imagine: he was unaware of the huge popularity of Arne's masques, operas and songs, which audiences had flocked to see only a few decades previously. Premiered in 1762, Artaxerxes was regarded as one of Arne's masterpieces. By the turn of the 19th century, every British music lover was familiar with it, almost to the point of satiety: in 1814, Jane Austen admitted she was becoming "very tired" of hearing it.

Austen's reaction was symbolic of the 19th-century reappraisal of the work. The Romantics, with their dislike of the 18th century, declared Arne frivolous, while the Victorians nearly managed to ruin him for posterity. Arne's most famous song is Rule, Britannia!, and by jettisoning almost everything else in his output, the Victorians ensured his name became synonymous with expansionist nationalism. All that is ironic, given that in the 18th century he was seen as an outsider, whose attitudes towards the establishment were conflicted at best.

Three crucial factors defined his career. The first was Handel, whose presence on the British musical scene was so dominant that any emerging composer had to take him as a point of departure, whether by means of imitation or opposition. Then there was the question, important then as now, as to whether opera should be performed in a foreign language or that of the audience. Finally, there was religion. Arne was born – in 1710, in London – into a Roman Catholic family of upholsterers. His faith meant he could never hope to attract extended aristocratic patronage (though he would, eventually, be offered individual royal commissions). Arne, consequently, had to live on his wits.

He got himself noticed in 1732. With a group of friends, he formed a small company that set out to perform opera solely in English at a theatre in Lincoln's Inn Fields in central London. This was a challenge to Handel, who wrote his operas in Italian. Arne's contribution was Rosamond, a setting of a libretto that the dramatist, essayist and noted anti-Handelian Joseph Addison had written in 1705. Financial constraints eventually forced the company to disband. Arne got a job as house composer at Drury Lane, where he stayed until 1747, when tensions between himself and the actor-manager David Garrick provoked his move to the rival Covent Garden Theatre.

It was Arne's 1738 setting of Milton's Comus, his most popular work in his lifetime, that made him famous. Two years later, however, came his opera Alfred, which gave us Rule, Britannia! and the ensuing controversy.

The opera was commissioned by Frederick, Prince of Wales, to mark his daughter's third birthday. Frederick was forever arguing with his father, King George II, who was Handel's patron. And it was Frederick who chose Arne to set James Thomson's libretto, which depicts the Saxon king Alfred being granted a prophetic vision of the defeated Spanish Armada, leading to that now infamous demand that Britannia rule the waves.

First performed in private on Frederick's estate near Maidenhead, Alfred would probably have sunk into oblivion had Arne not revived it at Drury Lane at the height of the Jacobite rebellion of 1745. Rule, Britannia! was immediately adopted as a unionist anthem. Arne compounded Alfred's nationalistic associations by adding an arrangement of God Save the King to the score. This, interestingly, was the point at which the practice of performing the national anthem at public performances became current.

His success also ensured that Arne's private life became the subject of gossip. In 1737, he married the singer Cecilia Young. There was soon trouble. Arne was an inveterate womaniser, and Cecilia was by all accounts an unattractive personality. They were childless, and Arne's fondness for his illegitimate son, Michael, cannot have helped matters.

Things came to a head in Ireland in the mid-1750s. Anxious to conquer another city where Handel was hugely popular, the Arnes had been sporadic visitors to Dublin since 1742. In 1755, however, they were accompanied by a young soprano named Charlotte Brent, to whom Arne had been giving singing lessons. By the time he returned to London a year later, Arne had dumped his wife and installed Charlotte as his mistress. Cecilia spent the rest of his life taking him to the cleaners.

Arne's greatest music dates from the early 1760s. Charlotte is reckoned to be its inspiration, though it is also possible that Handel's death in 1759 absolved Arne of his psychological need to adopt an oppositional stance to his rival. From this point onwards, he allowed himself to gravitate towards Handelian form. The operas Thomas and Sally, and Love in a Village, are effectively anglicisations of the classical pastorals of which Handel was so fond. Artaxerxes, meanwhile, was an attempt – unique in musical history – to write an Italian tragic opera in English.

The anonymous text is a translation of a libretto by Pietro Metastasio, which had already been set in Italian by Johann Hasse and Johann Christian Bach, and the subject is the relationship between authority, desire and violence. Artaxerxes, prince of Persia, finds himself thrust into a position of power after the murders of his father and elder brother. The killer is General Artabanes, though suspicion falls on the latter's son, Arbaces, who is involved in a clandestine affair with Artaxerxes' sister, Mandane. To save his own skin, Artabanes refuses to acknowledge his son's innocence.

The music is glorious, and the work is characterised by great psychological veracity. Artaxerxes's innate nobility is undercut by twinges of obsession as he tries to separate truth from lies. Rather than turn Artabanes into a stereotypical psychopath, Arne observes him with striking empathy: like the composer himself, he is a man close to the establishment who can never quite become part of it. Mandane was the role Arne wrote for Charlotte, which allowed him to express his own feelings for her by way of Arbaces's breathtaking declarations of passion. Mandane's arias, meanwhile, are formidable in their complexity and difficulty, and Charlotte's performances of them made her a star.

Arne's later years, however, were discontented. In 1766, Charlotte left him for a violinist, though he would never be short of protegees whose careers he could launch (and whom he could seduce). In Dublin, meanwhile, Cecilia continued to denounce him to any hack who would listen, and sued him for every penny she could get. The satirists were vicious: one of them described him as "that sick, monkey-faced maker of crotchets, that eternal trotter after all the little draggle-haired girls of the town". He died in 1778.

The best of his music is now coming back into fashion after too long an absence. Artaxerxes, familiar from concert performances and on disc, receives its first staging for more than a century when the Classical Opera Company present it at the Royal Opera House later this month. Arne lived and worked in Covent Garden for most of his life, and the opera's effective homecoming seems curiously apt.

Artaxerxes is at the Linbury Studios, Royal Opera House, London from 30 October. Box office: 020-7304 4000.

La tour Eiffel s'offre un spectacle pour ses 120 ans - Le Monde, fr - link (aqui)



Tous les soirs, jusqu'au 31 décembre, la façade du monument phare de Paris, côté Seine et Trocadéro, s'animera pendant douze minutes à 20h, 21h, 22h et 23h, grâce à plus de 400 projecteurs à diodes électroluminescentes (LED).

Le spectacle en entier a été filmé par le blog Un Monde Ailleurs.

"Jennifer's Body", une "beauté parfaite sortie d'un ordinateur" - Le Monde, fr - link (aqui)

Qui va conduire la FIA ? - Libération, fr - link (aqui)

Jean Todt le 2 octobre 2009 à Tarragone en Espagne (AFP Josep Lago)


23/10/2009 à 00h00
Jean Todt et Ari Vatanen briguent la présidence de la Fédération internationale de l’automobile aujourd’hui à Paris. Itinéraires et arguments des prétendants.

Jean-Marie Balestre, le prédécesseur de Max Mosley, affirmait qu’être président de la Fédération internationale de l’automobile suppose des responsabilités aussi grandes que celle d’un ministre. C’est ce poste que vont briguer aujourd’hui Jean «Napoléon» Todt, qui, comme dirigeant, a gagné à peu près tout ce qu’il est possible de gagner en sport auto, et le Finlandais Ari Vatanen, ex-champion du monde des rallyes. La FIA regroupe plus de 220 Automobile-Club représentants 125 pays. Son président, bénévole, a pour principale mission de gérer la plupart des compétitions automobiles dans le monde, mais aussi de prodiguer ses conseils au monde de l’industrie automobile.

Leur parcours

Le dirigeant contre le pilote

Jeune, Jean Todt, fils d’un médecin de campagne, rêvait d’être pilote de course. Mais il n’en n’avait ni le talent, ni les moyens. Fasciné par le milieu du sport automobile, il a toutefois réussi à y mettre un pied au milieu des années 60, en devenant un excellent copilote en rallye. Ayant fait étalage de ses talents d’organisateur, le constructeur français Peugeot lui demandera ensuite de mettre en place une cellule dédiée à la compétition. Dans son costume de patron de Peugeot Sport, Jean Todt va faire gagner la marque en rallye, sur les pistes des Rallyes-raid et aussi aux 24 heures du Mans. Mais c’est à la tête de la Scuderia Ferrari, qu’il rejoint en 1993, que Todt se fait un nom, accolé toutefois à celui de Michael Schumacher, lequel concrétise sur la piste les travaux d’Hercule que Jean Todt effectue dans la coulisse pour remettre en état le chef-d’œuvre en péril qu’était l’équipe Ferrari à son arrivée. Après avoir occupé et cumulé tous les postes de responsabilité au sein de la prestigieuse maison, il tombe peu à peu en disgrâce et quitte Maranello à la fin de l’année 2007. Au printemps 2009, soutenu par Max Mosley, le président sortant, il se décide à briguer, à 63 ans, la présidence de la Fédération internationale de l’automobile. Avec pour unique adversaire, son ancien pilote et ex-ami de vingt ans, Ari Vatanen. Le Finlandais, lui, fut un grand pilote de rallye, sacré champion du monde en 1981, à 29 ans, au volant d’une Ford. Mais c’est chez Peugeot qu’il fait l’essentiel de sa carrière. A la suite d’un très grave accident au rallye d’Argentine, en 1985, Vatanen continue de piloter mais en rallye-raid où la concurrence est moins rude. Francophile convaincu au point d’installer sa petite famille dans le sud de la France, Ari Vatanen entame une carrière politique après avoir achevé celle de pilote. En 1999, il est élu au parlement européen sur une liste du Parti Populaire Européen, puis réélu en 2004 sur la liste de Nicolas Sarkozy. Début juillet, Vatanen a démissionné de tous ses mandats pour se lancer dans la course à la présidence.

Leur programme

L’homme de réseaux contre le candide

Favori déclaré de Max Mosley, Jean Todt est sans aucun doute le mieux armé pour succéder à l’Anglais. Même s’il s’est fait un grand nombre d’ennemis lorsqu’il était à la tête de Ferrari, il profite du réseau de son mentor, connaît la plupart des dossiers et les grands chantiers qui l’attendent s’il est élu. Jean Todt annonce un programme basé sur la «continuité» mais aussi le «changement», bonjour le flou.Il promet une plus grande stabilité des règlements des grands championnats. Il envisage également une révision des structures et statuts de la FIA pour, affirme t-il, appliquer un système de gouvernance transparent, démocratique et juste. Il veut également renforcer l’action de la FIA sur les questions environnementales et le développement local.

«Revenir à une structure démocratique tournée vers l’intérêt général», voilà la principale ambition d’Ari Vatanen, 57 ans. Mais le Finlandais est plus un politique qu’un homme de terrain. Comme l’a souligné Mosley, il n’a jamais été à la tête d’une grande équipe et n’a jamais eu de responsabilités chez un constructeur. De fait Vatanen a une vision peut-être un peu candide de la fonction de président d’une fédération aussi puissante et riche.


Les filles de Nouvelle Vague - Madame Le figaro, fr - link (aqui)



Alors qu’elles se préparaient à chanter leur troisième album sur la scène du légendaire Roundhouse de Londres, nous avons réussi à capter les voix féminines de Nouvelle Vague dans leur chambre d’hôtel de Camden. Interview express en attendant L’Olympia.

Paru le 22.10.2009 , par Marion Galy-Ramounot


Mélanie Pain, c’est la Française, la romantique, le timbre délicat. Nadeah Miranda, l’exubérante Australienne blonde qui succède Phoebe Killdeer. À elles deux, elles forment la voix de Nouvelle Vague, le projet de Marc Collin et Olivier Libaux qui, depuis 2004, consiste à relooker des hits punk et new wave en ballades bossa-nova. En trois albums, le groupe nous a fait à nouveau vibrer pour Love Will Tear Us Apart, de Joy Division, Psyche, de Killing Joke, Fade to Grey, de Visage et des dizaines de classiques des années 80. Un grand écart Rio-Manchester qui fait un malheur. Au point que pour le dernier opus, sobrement intitulé 3 et sorti en juin, Martin Gore de Depeche Mode et Terry Hall des Fun Boy Three ont décidé de jouer le jeu et de mêler leurs voix glacés à celles de Mélanie et de Nadeah. Une caution de choix pour le collectif en vogue, et en concert à L’Olympia le 27 octobre.

Lefigaro.fr/madame. – N’est-ce pas un peu gonflé de transformer des morceaux des Sex Pistols (God Save The Queen) ou des Talking Heads (Road to Nowhere) en ballades bobos ?
Nadeah Miranda. - Oh oui ! Et c’est pour ça que le concept m’a attirée. Mais cela peut aussi être assez intimidant quand, comme ce soir, on joue au Roundhouse, une salle où se sont produits Patti Smith, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix…
Mélanie Pain. - C’est justement ce côté audacieux qui plaît aux gens. Si on reprenait ces titres de manière sérieuse, on ferait du jazz de bar. N’empêche que jouer en Angleterre est à chaque fois un stress parce que c’est ici qu’est née la musique postpunk. Pour notre premier concert à Londres, on avait vraiment peur de se faire jeter des bières à la figure !

On vous l’a déjà reproché ?
Mélanie. - Pas vraiment. Tout le monde peut voir que nous faisons du second degré sur quelque chose que nous respectons beaucoup. On s’amuse, mais on rend aussi hommage à des chansons magnifiques qui n’ont quasiment jamais été reprises.

Y a-t-il un morceau que vous aimeriez personnellement reprendre sur un prochain album ?
Mélanie. - Je suis une inconditionnelle des Smiths, alors j’imagine bien This Charming Man chanté par une fille avec l’accent français.
Nadeah. - Pour moi, ce serait plutôt The Cure, et particulièrement Boys Don’t Cry et The Lovecats.





« On aime cultiver ce côté cabaret un peu rétro »


Vous êtes plutôt sorties jusqu’au petit matin ou dîner en petit comité ?
Nadeah. - Ça dépend vraiment de notre mood. Si le DJ qui passe après nous est superbon, on danse jusqu’au bout de la nuit. Mais si on doit prendre un avion à 4 heures du matin pour le prochain concert, on va direct au lit.
Mélanie. - Ce qui est bizarre, c’est que l’on ne fait jamais la fête le même soir. Chacun vit le concert un peu différemment. Quand je suis supercontente de ce que j’ai donné sur scène, j’ai envie de sortir, d’aller voir les gens ; pareil pour les autres membres du groupe, mais pas forcément au même moment. Mais globalement, il y en a toujours un pour faire la fête !

Quels sont vos spots parisiens ?
Nadeah. - J’aime bien aller au Derrière quand je veux sortir. Quand je reçois des amis étrangers, je les emmène au Café Marly pour sa vue magnifique sur le Louvre. Et puis, j’ai un faible pour les petits endroits : j’habite rue du Faubourg-Saint-Denis et je vais toujours dans ce restau indien hyperpourri où je paye mon plat
6 € !
Mélanie. - 11e arrondissement forever ! The Bottle Shop, le Pure Café, La Fée Verte… Je suis une adepte de tous ces bars près de la rue de la Roquette, tous ces cafés qui ne sont pas très parisiens, en fait.

Vous souciez-vous beaucoup de votre look ?
Mélanie. - C’est essentiel. Et ce, depuis le début. Nadeah est d’ailleurs en train de se recoiffer ! On aime cultiver ce côté cabaret un peu rétro avec beaucoup de paillettes. Tout comme nos deux voix, bien distinctes, nos deux looks sont différents. Je suis plutôt années 20, petites robes sages, talons pas trop hauts et serre-tête. Nadeah est plus sixties et dévergondée.
Nadeah. - Nouvelle Vague, c’est d’abord un show, nous sommes donc toujours à la recherche de nouvelles fringues de scène. Ce matin, à Brighton, j’ai acheté plein de trucs de style rétro pour les cheveux…

Avez-vous des projets personnels pour la suite ?
Nadeah. - Pour l’instant, mon seul objectif est d’enfiler une belle robe, de chauffer ma voix et de faire un bon concert ce soir ! J’ai aussi un album à terminer avec mon propre groupe, Venus Gets Even. Pour la suite, ce sera toujours de la musique, je ne sais pas faire autre chose.
Mélanie. - Quand je me baladais dans les rues de Londres ce matin, je me disais que je me verrais bien vivre à l’étranger. Mon album solo, My Name (1), vient de sortir en France et va paraître en Angleterre et en Allemagne en 2010. J’ai pas mal de tournées prévues. Et beaucoup de scènes avec Nadeah et Nouvelle Vague, nous en sommes complètement addicts !

(1) Cinq7.

L’album : 3, Nouvelle Vague (Pias).

Le concert : à L’Olympia, le 27 octobre à 20 heures. www.olympiahall.com


Spaghetti Western Orchestra - la Repubblica, it - link (aqui)

Miami - Christian Audigier modamare 2010 - Il Messaggero, it - link (aqui0




Christian Audigier è considerato come un dio vivente a Miami e la sua collezione passa per essere la più bella del genere moda mare Swimwear. Era stata presentata anche per Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week.

Festival di Roma, Meryl Streep: «Ammiro la Loren, anche mio marito... » - Il Messaggero, it - link (aqui)



L'attrice a Roma per presentare Julie&Julia


ROMA (22 ottobre) - Meryl Streep è oggi a Roma, in occasione del Festival del Cinema, per presentare il suo ultimo film fuori concorso Julie&Julia di Nora Ephron e per ricevere il Marc'Aurelio d'Oro alla carriera.

A quanti le hanno chiesto se è “odiata” da Sophia Loren a causa del ruolo da protagonista che l'attrice americana avrebbe soffiato alla Loren nel film di Clint Eastwood, I ponti di Madison County, Streep ha risposto: «A me non risulta, l'ho appena incontrata e mi ha abbracciata, una cosa che mi ha riempito di gioia. Ammiro tantissimo la Loren e devo dire - ha precisato - che ha colpito anche molto mio marito; non si è più ripreso da quando l'ha vista uscire dall'acqua».

Una battuta anche su Roman Polanski: «Posso solo dire che mi dispiace che sia ancora in carcere».

Meryl Streep si dice poi «preoccupata» per le sue due figlie attrici. «Io sono stata fortunata, perchè la mia carriera è stata diversa da molte altre. Non mi sono mai dovuta concentrare sulla bellezza, ho sempre pensato che un'attrice dovesse plasmare un suo personaggio. Capisco ora l'ansia e l'attenzione costante che le giovani attrici devono avere per la bellezza. Devono essere magre, bellissime, e mi preoccupo per le mie figlie, che possono essere criticate per queste cose».

«Ho sessant'anni - dice in perfetto italiano l'attrice - il segreto della felicità è avere l'amore, il sesso, il cibo e un tetto sopra la nostra testa». Nel film Julie&Julia, Streep interpreta Julia Child, un'impacciata cuoca dalla voce altisonante, autrice di un libro di ricette francesi. «Il personaggio di Julia - afferma Streep - è un pò un omaggio a mia madre che era della stessa
generazione della Child. Aveva anche mia madre quella grande voglia di vivere che quando entrava in una stanza la illuminava».

L'attrice che ha avuto quindici nomination all'Oscar e ne ha vinti due (Kramer contro kramer e La scelta di Sophie) non pensa che Julie&Julia non abbia il diritto di correre per il prestigioso premio in quanto commedia. «Non mi sembra solo una commedia, nel film ci sono molti altri aspetti. Comunque dei premi devo dire in assoluto non mi interessa molto».

L’archivio di Vasari finisce a una società russa - Corriere Della Sera, it - link (aqui)

Giorgio Vasari, nato nel 1511, è stato pittore, architetto e storico dell’arte Sopra l’affresco «Lo studio del pittore», realizzato nella sua casa aretina



Ceduto per 150 milioni. Il ministero: troppi, informiamo i magistrati

MILANO — Giorgio Vasari, il padre della Storia dell’arte ita­liana, comprò casa in Borgo San Lorentino ad Arezzo nel 1540. E vi attese a dipingerla per una de­cina d’anni, nel periodo in cui co­nobbe colui che celebrò nelle «Vi­te » (1555) come miglior dono del cielo: Michelangelo. Alla sua morte (27 giugno 1574), questa ca­sa passò agli ere­di ed è arrivata si­no a noi negli af­freschi, nelle car­te e in alcuni arre­di.

È di ieri la noti­zia che l’ultimo proprietario dei beni della casa, Giovanni Festari, appena deceduto, ha venduto l’archivio del pittore e scrittore custodito in un arma­dio chiuso a chiave dell’abitazio­ne a una ignota società russa per l’astronomica cifra di 150 milio­ni di euro. Il passaggio di proprie­tà è stato notificato al Comune di Arezzo dalla Soprintendenza ar­chivistica della Toscana, alla qua­le, per legge, è stato reso noto. L’archivio contiene 31 filze di do­cumenti, con autografi di Vasari, lettere (tra le quali 17 di Miche­langelo) e corrispondenze con i papi (Paolo III, Giulio III, Paolo IV, Pio IV, Pio V). Ma è bene sotto­lineare che l’archivio, almeno le­galmente, non potrà spostarsi da Arezzo: gli organi dello Stato han­no da tempo disposto quanto in loro potere per salvaguardarne l’italianità. Vasari lasciò la casa agli eredi. Estinti questi la dimora passò al­la Fraternità dei laici di Arezzo e da questi all’esecutore testamen­tario Spinelli, che la tenne per la famiglia. Nel 1911 lo Stato riuscì ad acquistarne i muri, ma non i beni all’interno, che gli eredi Spi­nelli cedettero ai Festari. Si aprì una controversia, ma i Festari si videro riconosciuta in appello la proprietà delle carte. Come rispo­sta, la Sovrintendenza ha posto due vincoli: il primo consente al­le istituzioni italiane di avere di­ritto di prelazione in caso di ces­sione (da qui la cifra astronomi­ca dichiarata, e inaccessibile per Stato); il secondo, di pertinenza, rende i beni inamovibili dal luo­go dove si trovano.

La notizia ha comunque susci­tato reazioni. Il sindaco aretino, Giuseppe Fanfani, ha chiesto che sia lo Stato a comprarlo «evitan­do che i documenti finiscano in mani straniere». E ha scritto una lettera a Berlusconi, nelle ore in cui il premier era ospite di Putin. «Se la vendita verrà confermata, il Comune chiederà una verifica degli atti alla Procura. Tutto que­sto accade — ha concluso — mentre stiamo preparando il cin­quecentenario della nascita di Va­sari ». La sovrintendente ai Beni ar­chivistici, Diana Toccafondi, sot­tolinea le perplessità sulla cifra: «Noi abbiamo prima respinto la cessione, poi posto un doppio vincolo; gli enti pubblici hanno ora 180 giorni di tempo per ac­quistarla: ma la cifra fa sospetta­re qualcosa. Comunque credo si possa rivedere la vendita, ora che Festari è deceduto». Anche il ministero esprime «perplessità, non solo per l’enormità della somma, ma soprattutto perché l’archivio Vasari, chiunque ne sia il proprietario, è soggetto ad un vincolo pertinenziale e pertanto non può essere spostato da Arez­zo. A ciò si aggiunge il fatto che il proprietario dell’archivio è de­ceduto alcuni giorni fa. Per que­sta ragione — conclude la nota — verrà informata l’Autorità giu­diziaria ».

Pierluigi Panza
23 ottobre 2009

La Kidman all’attacco: Hollywood vuole solo donne oggetto - Corriere Della Sera, it - link (aqui)

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Cinema e politica - L’attrice: la violenza è colpa anche di certi film

E il presidente Obama: i mariti sono ottusi

DAL NOSTRO CORRISPONDENTE


NEW YORK - L’iniquo su­perlavoro delle mamme in fa­miglia? «Colpa dei mariti ottu­si », secondo Barack Obama. La violenza che subiscono le donne nel mondo? «Colpa di Hollywood», a detta di Nicole Kidman. Neppure si fossero messi d’accordo in anticipo, il presi­dente degli Stati Uniti e la star del cinema ieri hanno fatto a gara tutto il giorno nel domi­nare il dibattito Web con i loro cliccatissimi excursus all’inter­no del pianeta donna.

Nel suo ruolo di ambasciatri­ce dell’Unifem (Fondo Onu di Sviluppo per la Donna) la Kid­man è stata ascoltata a Washing­ton da una sottocommissione della Camera dei Rappresentan­ti che cerca di far adottare l’In­ternational Violence Against Women Act, un progetto di leg­ge volto a influenzare la politica estera Usa verso i Paesi dove i di­ritti delle donne sono violati. «Hollywood ha certamente un ruolo nella violenza che su­biscono le donne», ha dichiara­to la star di The Hours rispon­dendo alla domanda della de­putata repubblicana Dana Rohrabacher, «perché il cine­ma le dipinge come oggetti sessuali deboli». Alcune ore più tardi, intervistato dalla Nbc , il presidente Obama face­va mea culpa per non essere stato sempre all’altezza come marito e come padre. «Michelle ha dovuto fare molti più sacrifici di me, so­prattutto nel tirar su le nostre due figlie», ha detto, primo presidente americano della storia ad aver osato tanto. «Ogni tanto ho avuto bisogno di essere richiamato all’ordine — ha scherzato —. 'Perché, mi chiedeva in passato Michel­le, se le bambine hanno biso­gno di andare a comperare un vestito deve essere un compi­to mio e non tuo? O se si am­malano, tocca sempre a me as­sentarmi dal lavoro per corre­re a prelevarle a scuola?'».

Dal particolare, Obama arriva al generale: tutti gli uomini ame­ricani che non capiscono quan­to sgobbano le loro mogli so­no «ottusi». Nicole va più in là e dice che «la violenza contro le don­ne e le bambine è una delle violazioni dei diritti umani più diffuse nel mondo. Perché non conosce frontiere, né di­stinzione di razza o classe». Nel libretto che tiene in mano ci sono le prove sconvolgenti di ciò che ha appena detto: una donna su tre è picchiata o violentata nel corso della sua vita. Più della metà delle ag­gressioni sessuali avvengono ai danni delle minori di quindi­ci anni. Negli Stati Uniti sono stati denunciati 89 mila stupri nel solo 2008.

«Io non sono responsabile di tutto quel che fa Hollywo­od, ma lo sono per quel che ri­guarda la mia carriera — con­clude la Kidman — per questo non sono interessata ad inter­pretare ruoli degradanti di donne». Sarà. Ma in passato non ha esitato a farlo e adesso la blogosfera le presenta il con­to della spesa. «Nicole è un’ipocrita — tuona Al sul blog PopEater — non ha esita­to a recitare in Ore 10: Calma piatta , l’horror thriller dell'89 in cui interpreta il ruolo di una donna in balia di un mani­aco omicida. Per non parlare di Dogville », il controverso film di Lars Von Trier che la ve­de nei panni di una giovane soggetta a violenze di ogni ti­po da parte addirittura di un’intera città. Ma anche Obama negli ulti­mi giorni è stato accusato di parlare bene e razzolare male per aver organizzato una parti­ta a basket con alcuni parla­mentari e ministri senza invita­re neanche una donna. «È una sciocchezza — ha sdrammatiz­zato il presidente nell’intervi­sta alla Nbc —, non era niente più che una partita di pallaca­nestro».

Alessandra Farkas

23 ottobre 2009

El libro más largo del mundo - El País, es - link (aqui)




La Unesco cierra su monumental obra 'Historia de la humanidad', iniciada hace medio siglo - 1.600 expertos han completado seis colecciones de siete tomos cada una

ANA TERUEL - París - 23/10/2009


Una obra monumental para la monumental historia del mundo. Unas dimensiones tan gigantescas como sus objetivos teóricos: seis colecciones de siete volúmenes cada una, más de 1.600 expertos de todo el mundo contando la historia del hombre... y sus claroscuros. Todo ello, a lo largo de seis décadas.

Londres, 1943. Los aliados se reunían en la capital británica para empezar a organizar el mundo tras la barbarie nazi. Ya entonces asomaba una idea que ha tardado más de medio siglo en culminar: fue la primera vez que se habló de escribir una historia universal para hacer hincapié en lo que los pueblos habían construido juntos, en oposición a la destrucción de la guerra. La Unesco emprendió esta labor a partir de la década de los cincuenta. A principios de mes se han reunido en París varios autores que han participado en esta aventura para analizar cómo darle la mejor salida a este tesoro que constituye el libro más largo de la historia.

El gigantesco proyecto comenzó oficialmente con el inicio de la colección Historia de la humanidad, en 1952, en un primer momento bautizada como Historia del desarrollo científico y cultural de la humanidad, en un esfuerzo por relatar una visión histórica multidisciplinar. Con los años se le han sumado otras cuatro colecciones regionales sobre África, Asia Central, América Latina y el Caribe, y una temática sobre el islam. Quedan por publicar tres tomos del Caribe y uno sobre el islam antes de finales del año que viene.

"La visión en sí ya era utópica", relata Alí Moussa, jefe de la sección de diálogo intercultural de la Unesco. "Por supuesto, de la utopía a la realidad, siempre hay un abismo". Cuando se creó la primera comisión de expertos, en plena guerra fría, las divisiones eran patentes entre occidentales y especialistas del Este. Pese a todo, se lograron superar las diferencias y llevar adelante el proyecto. El otro gran reto era huir del etnocentrismo y el primer debate fue sobre la división de la historia. Es célebre la anécdota del experto chino que recalcó que durante el renacimiento europeo, en el siglo XIII, su país ya había tenido varios renacimientos y decadencias. A pesar de los esfuerzos, la primera versión siguió siendo demasiado europea y a finales de los setenta se lanzó una segunda edición más universal, cuyo último volumen salió finalmente el año pasado.

Entretanto se había lanzado la Historia general de África, destinada a "descolonizar la historia del continente y mostrar su diversidad". A medida que se fueron independizando, a partir de los años sesenta, los países africanos fueron ingresando en los organismos internacionales, incluida la Unesco, y reclamaron una colección dedicada a su continente. Aquí también los debates fueron constantes, como aquel que se celebró en 1964 en El Cairo sobre el carácter africano del Egipto antiguo. "Egipto para los occidentales siempre ha sido extraído de África, presentado como una historia mediterránea, pero algunos especialistas insistieron en que está anclado en el valle del Nilo", explica Moussa.

Siguieron las colecciones sobre Asia Central, una región sobre la cual no existía ningún estudio general; América Latina, en un esfuerzo por acercarse a la historia desde el punto de vista de sus sociedades; sobre el Caribe, privilegiando "una visión desde el interior" y sobre los aportes del islam al mundo. En el proceso, varios de los mayores contribuidores se han quedado en el camino y no han podido ver su obra completada, como el historiador americanista español Guillermo Céspedes del Castillo, fallecido en 2006.

"Todo este trabajo no tiene sentido si no es conocido, utilizado, reutilizado y releído", explica Moussa. La primera tarea será ahora la traducción. De momento, las seis colecciones no están disponibles en un único idioma. La de América Latina existe sólo en español y la del Caribe sólo en inglés. Para aumentar su difusión la organización también es consciente de que necesita publicar ediciones más baratas, utilizar las nuevas tecnologías para distribuir contenidos gratuitos en línea y lanzar una estrategia más agresiva para aumentar su presencia en las universidades.

Aunque su gran ambición se centra en el continente africano. La Unesco participará en la próxima conferencia de ministros de Educación de la Unión Africana, con la que trabaja para elaborar contenidos pedagógicos de Primaria y Secundaria comunes a todos los Estados. Cuenta con el apoyo político de los Gobiernos en cuestión y con una financiación de dos millones de dólares de Libia.

Si bien el proyecto que se fraguó durante la Segunda Guerra Mundial, superó las tensiones de la guerra fría y cambió de prisma con la descolonización, aparece hoy como un antídoto a la teoría del choque de las civilizaciones de Samuel Huntington. "Tras la guerra, en la que hubo un choque de las ambiciones, aspirábamos a la comprensión mutua. Es increíble que 50 años más tarde, esta idea haya vuelto y haya tenido un eco formidable", considera Moussa. "Es una generalización grotesca creer que una cultura es un bloque".

Hitos de una obra magna

- De la prehistoria al inicio de la civilización (bajo la dirección de S. J. de Laet). El primer volumen de la Historia de la humanidad de la Unesco repasa el periodo desde los primeros hombres que vivieron en África hasta la invención de la escritura. En cuanto a la obra titulada África bajo el dominio colonial, 1880-1935 (bajo la dirección de A. A. Bohanen) ofrece una visión de la colonización vista desde dentro y de los cambios que supuso para el continente.

- El volumen titulado Las sociedades originarias (bajo la dirección de Teresa Rojas Rabiela) propone un exhaustivo repaso a la riqueza cultural de las "sociedades originarias" del continente americano para entender las sociedades latinoamericanas de hoy.

- Una de las partes más interesantes de esta monumental obra es la que lleva por título Ciencia y tecnología en el islam (bajo la dirección de A. Y. al Hassan). Este volumen reciente trata de cubrir un ámbito poco estudiado, el del aporte de la civilización islámica no sólo a terrenos como los de las matemáticas, la astronomía y la física, sino también a otros ámbitos como son la geología y la botánica. Además, abre el debate sobre el declive de la ciencia islámica.

"Periodista, deja de temblar, si quisiéramos ya estarías muerto" - El País, es - link (aqui)

Un grupo de personas observa un cadáver metido en un carro de la compra, el pasado martes en la favela Morro dos Macacos.- EFE


Un reportero de EL PAÍS entra en la favela carioca de Morro dos Macacos

FRANCHO BARÓN - Río de Janeiro - 22/10/2009

El recorrido en el interior de un taxi por la denominada franja de Gaza y la favela Nelson Mandela, en la zona norte de Río de Janeiro, sirve de poco porque la operación lanzada esta mañana por la Policía Militar ya ha concluido. Tampoco hay movimientos destacables en las favelas Manguinhos y Jacarezinho, en las que la policía también ha entrado en las últimas horas, deteniendo a sospechosos e incautándose de drogas y armas. La ofensiva contra el narcotráfico que se desató el pasado fin de semana en estos suburbios ha puesto todo patas arriba y ya se contabilizan más de 33 muertos. No es que la miseria tenga una apariencia diferente, pero la gente camina hoy más rápido por la calle y procura no exponerse demasiado ante un más que probable tiroteo. Es la cara más sombría y angustiante de Río de Janeiro.

Son cerca de las dos de la tarde del martes y el acceso principal a la favela Morro dos Macacos, el mismo lugar que el sábado se convirtió en zona de guerra -los narcos llegaron a derribar un helicóptero de la policía a tiros-, aparenta normalidad. Sólo hay una patrulla de la Policía Militar con tres uniformados a la espera del relevo. Parecen tranquilos, como si nada hubiese sucedido últimamente. Me identifico como periodista y pregunto si en el interior de la favela hay patrullas policiales. Un agente me responde que no puede facilitar esa información. Pregunto si la situación está bajo el control de la policía, tal y como los máximos responsables de las fuerzas del orden de Río habían asegurado a la prensa dos días antes. "No le puedo decir. Aparentemente está tranquilo, pero no le puedo garantizar nada. Si entra usted es bajo su responsabilidad", dice el policía, amable.

Decido acceder a la parte baja de la favela, sólo al primer tramo de la arteria principal, para hablar con algunos comerciantes sobre lo sucedido el último fin de semana. Cuentan que la escuela que se distingue nada más entrar a la derecha ya ha reanudado las clases, si bien las puertas se encuentran cerradas a cal y canto. En la calle no se aprecia mucho movimiento y sólo algunas pequeñas tiendas de chucherías funcionan a esa hora.

Una vecina narra que ha permanecido encerrada en su casa todo el fin de semana. "Había que estar loco para salir", explica, mientras sus ojos me escrutan con una mezcla de curiosidad y desconfianza. Un poco más adelante, frente a un pequeño bar, hay un sofá destripado sobre una suerte de acera. Alzo la mirada sobre el mueble y en la pared leo: "Aló, drogas mil. ADA". Amigos Dos Amigos se llama la facción criminal que controla el Morro dos Macacos. Con estas pintadas los narcos marcan su territorio.

Son las dos y media. Algo más adelante, a unos 250 metros de la entrada a la favela, hago mi última parada. En el flanco izquierdo de la calle distingo una pequeña plaza vallada y rodeada por pequeños bares y puestos de comida, la mayoría ya cerrados. El hecho me llama la atención y me acerco a uno de los únicos locales que funcionan para preguntar por qué casi nadie está trabajando. El encargado, de unos 50 años, se afana en la preparación de unos helados para un par de chicas, una adolescente y otra que no llega a los 10 años. Tras presentarme, menciono la situación del fin de semana y pregunto si es cierto que parte de la invasión protagonizada por la banda criminal Comando Vermelho se produjo por aquel acceso principal. "No hubo ninguna invasión. Fueron los policías militares los que los trajeron hasta aquí en el interior del caveirão (carro blindado), y luego los soltaron", me responde la adolescente, sin ocultarme su malestar por mi presencia. El comentario es absurdo y suena a la versión de los hechos de los criminales locales. La chica retrocede unos pasos y comenta algo con un muchacho de su misma edad que está presente en el lugar. No alcanzo a oír lo que dicen.

No pasa mucho tiempo hasta que se aproxima un individuo de entre 40 y 50 años con el torso desnudo y la cabeza rapada. Reparo en su colgante: el diente de algún animal de gran tamaño. Tras saludarnos, aparecen detrás de él varios chavales armados con pistolas automáticas y fusiles de asalto. Mi primera reacción es la de agachar la cabeza, llevarme las manos a la nuca e hincarme de rodillas ante ellos. Irracionalmente les doy la espalda porque no soporto la imagen de las pistolas encañonándome. El miedo me invade. Tengo frente a mí al dueño del local sentado en una silla, en estado de pánico.

El hombre del colgante, el líder, me levanta del suelo. Todos hablan y gritan al mismo tiempo. Tengo una pistola de gran calibre contra la sien. Reconozco dos subfusiles UZI. Todos son muy jóvenes. Dos chavales me registran. El jefe se dirige a mí:

-Ahora nos vas a decir quién eres y qué andas haciendo aquí.

-Soy periodista y he venido a hablar con algunos vecinos de lo que ha pasado durante el fin de semana. El portugués se me anuda en la garganta por el miedo.

-Como estés mintiendo te matamos aquí mismo.

De la cartera extraen mi acreditación como periodista y mi DNI español. El rapado estudia la documentación mientras algunos de los narcos abogan a gritos por ejecutarme en el momento. "Sacadlo de ahí y llevadlo al centro de la plaza", resuelve el jefe. Mientras me empujan, uno de los chavales me dice al oído: "Si eres uno de esos periodistas que mandan reportajes sobre nosotros... vete preparando". Un sudor frío me recorre la espalda.

Entonces el líder habla: "Periodista, deja de temblar, porque si te quisiéramos muerto ya lo estarías". Son las primeras palabras mínimamente tranquilizadoras. Revisan mi libreta de anotaciones y mi teléfono móvil, y me sacan del bolsillo de la camisa una pequeña grabadora digital. Uno de los chavales intenta convencer al resto de que la grabadora es una cámara oculta.

En medio del griterío y con una UZI apuntándome al estómago, imploro misericordia y les intento explicar que en la grabadora no hay ningún material que pueda comprometerlos. Consigo manipular el aparato hasta que suena la última entrevista grabada esa mañana con un conocido experto brasileño en pobreza. El líder concluye que debo ser liberado. Me devuelve la cartera y mi material de trabajo. Sin embargo, me asalta el presentimiento de que no todo ha terminado.

La intuición no me falla. Aparece un individuo que aparenta ser otro cabecilla del narcotráfico local, éste mucho más joven y algo gordo, también mucho más agresivo. Da la orden de que se me retenga y se aproxima. Encarándome, me pisa el pie derecho y me rompe la camisa. Otros dos me propinan un par de golpes en la cabeza y me zarandean, el recién llegado busca como un poseso alguna cámara. No encuentra nada, pero me quita el teléfono y la grabadora y me dice: "Corre calle abajo y no mires para atrás si no quieres que te matemos".

Acato la orden. Recorridos algunos metros, oigo gritos: "¡Ponte la camisa o disparo!". Me visto apresuradamente pero no puedo abotonármela. Son las 14.40 pasadas. Cuando salgo de la favela me aproximo a los policías que tomaron el relevo.

-Me han retenido durante 10 minutos. Casi me matan.

-¿Tenían muchas armas?

-Sí, muchas. Y ellos también eran muchos.

-Siguen ahí adentro...

Cae la madrugada y miro absorto una foto sobrecogedora publicada en la edición digital de un medio local: dentro de un carro de supermercado abandonado en uno de los accesos al Morro dos Macacos hay un hombre ejecutado a tiros con el rostro desfigurado. La foto fue tomada dos horas después de mi liberación. En la imagen hay varios curiosos tomando instantáneas con los móviles, y en primer plano se distingue una chica que observa la escena de espaldas a la cámara. Por la ropa y el pelo podría jurar que es la misma que poco antes puso en peligro mi vida.


Última Moda - Sexy à milanesa - Folha de São Paulo - link (aqui)





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Donatella Versace vem ao Brasil e diz que moda italiana não tem nada a ver com os escândalos de Berlusconi

Musa do sexy-fashion de luxo, a estilista Donatella Versace levanta a bandeira em defesa da sensualidade da moda italiana.
Na última semana de desfiles em Milão, em setembro, jornais ingleses publicaram críticas duras, dizendo que algumas coleções estavam impregnadas pela vulgaridade que cerca o primeiro-ministro Silvio Berlusconi e as prostitutas que ele supostamente contratou.
"A moda da Itália é sensual há décadas, e a Versace sempre foi a mais sexy entre as grifes. Isso não tem nada a ver com o que Berlusconi faz ou deixa de fazer", disse a loira à Folha.
Donatella chega hoje no Rio. Amanhã, mostrará algumas das criações de sua grife, a Versace, durante o Oi Fashion Rocks. A estilista assumiu o comando da Versace em 1997, depois que seu irmão Gianni Versace foi assassinado por um gigolô.
Donatella sobreviveu a diversas crises internas e, mesmo com a quebradeira global da economia, tem mantido a Versace no topo da crista da moda. Apesar das críticas negativas a algumas grifes de Milão, a última coleção da Versace foi eleita uma das dez melhores da temporada primavera/verão 2010 pelo Style.com, braço online da "Vogue" americana.
E Donatella não está nem aí para a torcida contra. "Criamos peças glamourosas, não para "vadias", mas para mulheres bonitas que gostam de looks sensuais. Mulheres querem ser desejadas e as que dizem o contrário estão mentindo", diz.

FOLHA - Editoras de moda britânicas descreveram algumas das criações de Milão como sendo feitas para "vadias", com roupas vulgares, que cairiam bem nas prostitutas supostamente contratadas pelo primeiro-ministro Silvio Berlusconi. O que acha dessas declarações que causaram tanta polêmica na Itália?
DONATELLA VERSACE
- Isso é uma grande generalização e mostra como os jornalistas gostam de relacionar as notícias de moda ao que está acontecendo no mundo. A moda feita na Itália é sensual há décadas, e a Versace sempre foi a mais sexy entre as grifes. Isso não tem nada a ver com o que Berlusconi faz ou deixa de fazer. Criamos peças glamourosas, não para "vadias", mas para mulheres bonitas que gostam de looks sensuais. Mulheres querem ser desejadas e as que dizem o contrário estão mentindo. Tudo sem perder a classe. Há muitas mulheres inteligentes e poderosas por aí. Aliás, deveríamos ter mais mulheres na política, como Hillary Clinton e Michelle Obama.

FOLHA - Parece haver confusão entre as definições de sexy e vulgar. Qual é a diferença entre os dois?
DONATELLA
- Obviamente, roupas podem ser sexies ou vulgares, assim como as pessoas. Sexy é ser confiante, é estar em contato com a sua sensualidade. Vulgar é um tipo de imagem estúpida e artificial. O espírito sexy da Versace é crucialmente ligado ao glamour, e não há glamour na vulgaridade.

FOLHA - Você acha que a moda italiana é sexy por natureza?
DONATELLA
- A Itália tem uma cultura sensual: o vinho, a arte, as mulheres bonitas, o gosto pela moda e pela beleza da vida. Há muitas semelhanças entre as culturas brasileira e italiana. As duas se relacionam com os prazeres da vida, algo que chamamos de "la dolce vita". E são duas culturas muito ligadas ao corpo. Esse tipo de cultura, em termos de moda, se traduz em roupas sensuais, é óbvio.

FOLHA - Quais são os novos mercados emergentes para os negócios de grifes como a Versace?
DONATELLA
- As grifes europeias procuram mercados que ainda não têm tradição, como Rússia, China, Índia e os países da América do Sul, especialmente o Brasil, que, além de ter um mix cultural fantástico, é muito promissor para os negócios.

FOLHA - Como as grifes de luxo podem sobreviver à crise econômica?
DONATELLA
- É preciso justificar esse rótulo de "grife de luxo", fazer valer o dinheiro e a imagem envolvidos nesse conceito. Se as roupas são bonitas, únicas, têm alta qualidade e design inovador, há uma razão para comprá-las. Se não for assim, não haverá consumidores.

com VIVIAN WHITEMAN