31 may 2006

Some say a man ain't happy truly ...

In France, a skinny man died of a BIG disease with a little name By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same At home there are 17-year-old boys and their idea of fun Is being in a gang called The Disciples High on crack and totin' a machine gun. Time. Times. Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church and killed everyone inside U turn on the telly and every other story is tellin' U somebody died A sister killed her baby cuz she couldn't afford 2 feed it And yet we're sending people 2 the moon In September, my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time Now he's doing horse - it's June. Times. Times . It's silly, no? When a rocket ship explodes and everybody still wants 2 fly But some say a man ain't happy unless a man truly dies
Oh why? Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly Neighbors just shine it on But if a night falls and a bomb falls Will anybody see The Dawn? Sign "O" the times mess with your mind
Hurry before it's 2 late Let's fall in love, get married, have a baby We'll call him Nate If it's a boy... Time. Times.

22 may 2006

Analphabet

I just love answering back people who suggest that visual communications is the new analphabet communication of the future.

Original Message:

Just a lightning note to thank you for inviting me to your network! I noticed in your resume that you have experience in visual communication. I often wonder what can be communicated through visual communication: is it only emotions? Do you believe one could translate a philosophical text such as Descartes’ Metaphysical Meditations into visual content? I remember reading once that images are the language of analphabets…

I am personally fascinated by the practice of communicating visually, which to me implies the sacrosanct notion of efficiency, especially in an era where time is in short supply: if a picture can truly convey a thousand words, then visual communication is the language of the future, whereby one second pictures will start replacing one thousand second texts…but the question remains: can all texts be replaced?

I believe our growing dependence upon visual communication is merely the reflection of the fact that we live in a time-pressed society…and to think that this was supposed to be “just a lightning note”...I should have sent you a picture! :)

My Reply:

Many different messages can be communicated through visual communications, not just emotions... I don't believe it is that simplistic, it really depends on what you wish to communicate and how you go about it. Typography for example is written and can be communicated in many visually appealing ways using fonts, colors, shapes, sizes and angles, but at the end the message is written but displayed in a visually compelling way. I think in our times visual communications is at its strongest, but that should not mean that photographs or images should begin replacing books. However, if you read a beautiful description of a location, with rich words that take you into another realm, and then you discover it in a photograph, it just adds to what you had imagined. This is why they turn books into movies, though mostly unsuccessfully, since four hundred pages of words are difficult to translate into two hours of a movie. Movies are also a form of visual communication, accompanied by sound, music, and a dialogue using words-again not just visual elements.

So visual communications encompasses many forms, and a visual communicator ensures that the visual aspect is aesthetic,sends out a message to its public in the best way, and most of all evokes an emotion. But the visual communicator can also work with a team of other specialists. I personally believe that a beautiful image without an equally beautiful text can be empty, but can't the same be said for the reverse? I think it goes both ways... God gave us two eyes and two ears, to observe and listen more- versus one mouth; I think predominantly, we are meant to be observers and listeners.

But it all ended so harmoniously with this wonderful reply...

I really appreciate your insightful response! Kanji seems to be the perfect illustration that word-image combinations can be extremely powerful. As you suggest, visual communication is not merely the art of talking to the eyes but rather to all senses; in
that respect, music too could be described as visual communication since at times melodies can be incredibly scenic, not to say cinematic. One of my projects at the moment is a luxury fashion and lifestyle magazine and the most challenging aspect of it, I feel, is the creation of its visual identity: as I wrote in my previous message, I find that visual communication is a truly captivating topic that requires extraordinary sensitivity and vision - to say the least :)

19 may 2006

Et Puis Je Fume

Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chasseurs à ma porte
comme les petits soldats
Qui veulent me prendre

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement t'oublier
Et puis je fume...

Déjà j'ai connu
le parfum de l'amour
Un million de roses n'embaumerait
pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur
dans mes entourages
Me rend malade

Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement t'oublier
Et puis je fume...

Je ne suis pas fière de sa vie
qui veut me tuer
C'est magnifique
être sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais

Je ne veux pas travailler
Non, je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement t'oublier
Et puis je fume...



Volver

Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus pálidos reflejos
hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso
siempre se vuelve
al primer amor.
La vieja calle
donde me cobijo
tuya es su vida
tuyo es su querer.
Bajo el burlón
mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia
hoy me ven volver.
Volver
con la frente marchita
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte años no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
con el pasado que vuelve
a enfrentarse con mi vida.
Tengo miedo de las noches
que pobladas de recuerdos
encadenen mi soñar.
Pero el viajero que huye
tarde o temprano
detiene su andar.
Y aunque el olvido
que todo destruye
haya matado mi vieja ilusión,
guardo escondida
una esperanza humilde
que es toda la fortuna
de mi corazón.
Volver
con la frente marchita
las nieves del tiempo
platearon mi sien.
Sentir
que es un soplo la vida
que veinte años no es nada
que febril la mirada
errante en las sombras
te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
con el alma aferrada
a un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez.