Ok, i don't got any photograph to put here. The reason isn't becouse i think i look terrible in photos, or the photograph embarrassed me. Is just I don’t have photograph on internet of mine.

So, I have chosen my favorite female photographer. Annie Leivobitz. She is so cool, I saw her photos last year on a documentary about her. She, in her career has taken a lot of photographs of filmmaker, pop and rock singers, models, animals, deportist, actors, and politicians.

She is keep an relationship with the famous writer Susan Sontag! (OMG Susan sontag is a fucking intellectual-godess) and they meet each other when Annie taken the portrait for the book “El Sida y sus Metáforas” by Susan.

Annie starts her carrer working at Rolling Stone. In this magazine she photographed Patti Smith for the cover, in 1978.



I love this picture. It’s so powerfully, mysterious and rocker. With the fire behind of Patti, the way she looks with her transparent t-shirt, and her eyes that look into the camera.

I really love the music of patti smith, and I feel that the cover of the magazine represents her music completely!

It is a really hard to choose a great concert. i have been in so many really good concerts in my life.... i can't pick just one!

Well, the first wonderfull concert that i have memorie it was march, 14. In 2007. Roger Waters in Chile, performing all the Dark Side of the Moon.

Well, Roger Waters played the bass in Pink Floyd, a wonderful band who reconfigured the music in the seventies. They got a lot of greatest albums: Animals, The Wall, Meddle, Wish You Where Here… and the Dark Side of The Moon is a really master piece, I love it.

I invited my boyfriend (now ex xd) to that concert. We was just so happy, we looked like little children in Disneyworld or something. That nigh was magical… seriously xdd i mean, the music of Pink Floyd is so misterios, crazy, sublime, i don’t know. It is like a journey trhow a paralel universe…

Another concert that comes to mi mind now, is the best Chilean concert that I have been. It was in November of 2006. Manuel Garcia performed his first album like a solist. He played with a group of musicians very virtuous. In the repertory it was songs of Mecanica popular (his exgroup) songs from his album, some covers (one with Eduardo Gatti and hiis beautiful Gibson les paul *-*)

There is much more concerts… I could talk three days abaut concerts :B

In my life, i have been blessed by knowing many teachers who have given me much more than information.

I can’t pick just one, so I will talk about all of them (until the 200 words of course).

The first one is my teacher of language between 7th grade primary school and 1st grade high school, Montserrat Soto (la profe Monse) she was very several and exigent. But her love for the literature was what captured to me. She was very passionate by the poetry and she taught me to read poetry not just putting together word with word.

Other teacher very important to me was my philosophy teacher: Belgica. She was very shy, and serius teaching. But, when you talked with her, you can see the passionate teacher inside of her little body. Every single thing that she taught me in school has been useful to me.

Here in the Institute the first teacher that makes me pay attention 100% in the class (even Friday since 2:30 to 6:00) was the God of the Image Carlos Ossa. In his signature I have learned too much and I love his attitude: very seriuos, ironical and critical. He inspired to me to read much more than the books or chapters obligatory, but I haven’t been able to do it yet :B Anyway, ad least he have been one of the reasons because I love study filmmaking here in the institute.

and, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

I love many bands and solist, I listen many styles of music, but The Beatles has a special place in my heart, and my itunes and lastfm list. They are the most important band in my life. I feel them so close to me. It could be because I have seen lots of concerts, movies and documentaries about them, so I feel almost like a part of my family. John, Paul, George and Ringo have created a myth with their personality and they way of they composed song and perform like a band.

When I listen to them, I just can be happy. Their lyrics and music makes me smile and dancing (although sometimes I just can dance in my mind). I love them so much that I don’t have a favourite song, or album. I don’t have a favo.rite Beatles neither (almost every beatles-fan has one).


From their first record to their last, everyone had something special. The first albums (Please Please me, With the Beatles) are very pop and they are very similar to other records in the 60’s, but the voice of Paul and John started to get power, and the guitar of George started to get its own personality. The ones in the middle (Rubber Soul, Revolver, Sgt. Pepper) got the “really beatles style” I think, their lyrics are funny and ironical, they invented lots of characters (like nowhere man, eleanor rigby, yellow submarine) the music started to mixed with new sounds, and the style of each Beatle started to get to own develop. And the last ones (White Album, Abbey Road) I don’t know how to define it. Because each Beatle had is own style and sound, and other things (like yoko ono may be) makes the relationship between beatles get worst. The White Album is a group of songs, but not a record made by a band. But in the Abbey Road (the last album) I can feel the need of John, Paul, George and Ringo to make the last and best album ever. They know that they have to separated u.u They left all the good things that they have created in all the years together in that record.

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It’s really hard for me to talk about my favorite movie because I don’t have one. It’s really hard for anyone that study filmmaking I think. There is a lot of really good movies that I love, and there is a lot of bad movies that I love too.

Well, I have to choose. I will talk about Memorias del Subdesarrollo directed by Tomás Gutierrez Alea, a Cuban producer. This film is about a intellectual and middle-class man called Sergio who live in Cuba after the Revolution, in the sixties.

He hates Cuba, he doesn’t feel like a normal Cuban. He knows he is much more intelligent and rich. He think the Cubans are too simples and without conscience.

It is a bit ironical because he hates cuba, but he don’t leave it. He knows he needs to stay there because in other country nobody will recognize hem and respect hem. In Cuba he has prestige and some kind of authority.

The paradox of Sergio is really interesting. He lives with a lot of questions about himself and Cuba. He is part of it, even he abhorrence it.

In the movie, the life of Sergio is mixed with extract of documentary film about Revolution. This generate the critical point of view of the Cuban bourgeoisie and he Revolution and its ideology.

He is a Gilles Lipovetsky. A French philosopher. He is someone who I really admire. I read one of his books called "La Pantalla Global". It's about the importance of the television and cinema, because they have changed the way we percive and represent the world. He says since the cinema began, the society changed turned around the screen.

When I read that book, my way of seeing the society changed a lot. I mean, EVERYTHING is in the screen, if something isn't in the screen it doesn’t exist. So simple. And the screen can be the television, internet, security cams, cell phones, cinema. We are in the global screen! :o

It is a little paranoid, but it's true. I mean, the importance of understanding that for me was really significant, because I’m studying filmmaking, and my work is with the image and the screen This is a huge responsibility o.o

Anyway, there’s another book called “La era del Vacío”. Ii is about the postmodernism era, characterized by the consumerism, the individualism, and technologies.

I have not read that book yet, but I just want to read it. Some people say that it is so sad, because Lipovetsky says that we all are a piece of individualist shit. I have the book, but I don’t have the time to read it. I hope I can do it in my winter holydays.

earthquake.

I live on a 8th floor, so I could feel the earthquake too well. I was using the phone when everything started to move. I went out of my bedroom to the living room where all my family were, with their pijamas and scared faces.

When the earthquake was over, we went down by the stairs with the lamp of mi cell phone. In the street all the neighbors was so scared and hysteric. Everybody was telling over and over again how they lived the earthquake. A man turned on the radio of his car and everybody closed up to it.

My family and I spent the night in our car, because we didn't feel secure in the building. But I couldn’t sleep.

I was listening the radio when Bachelet said “there is no maremoto”. The epic fail of the history of this bicentenary. And I was listening the radio when the authorities were confirming casualties: one, five, sixteen, fifty, two hundred…

After of all thing about earthquake: the news, the aftershock, teletón, the change of government, the fallen houses, the volunteers, I can say I’m fortunate. But in that moment, when I couldn’t know about all the people that is close to me, I felt a lot of unsorted.