Last saturday´s simplicity was pleasantly disturbed when the word "Performance" slipped out of my mouth.The sound of one word and the smiles of the girls in return was enough to turn the afternoon into a fun rollercoastered ride.
A sudden invitation into Mick and Anita´s bizarre lysergic world of madness and mind games was too tempting to decline.
It had been a while since i had dived into that crazy cocktail of sex, drugs and rock n´roll, best known as Cammell´s creation
and though a few details were forgotten, the memory of a lovely bohemian lifestyle remained.
Within minutes, the room became an amusing wonderland where girls with flowers on her clothes and glasses of wine in their hands
danced around wrapped in colorful veils, falling on shiny cushions every now and then,
near scented candles enjoying every inch of Jagger´s psychedelic universe.
What can i say? We got a little bit inspired.
Immersed in a conversation of pop art, the nostalgia of the swinging sixties, Anita´s beauty and Mick´s dark hair and black eyes
which seemed too much, we realised "Memo from Turner" had been on repeat for a while and the wine and the movie were equally over.
Funny part happened when the boy came in and found fantasyland right in front of his eyes. Only proper answer,
"The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness".
There you go, baby.
It had been a while since i had dived into that crazy cocktail of sex, drugs and rock n´roll, best known as Cammell´s creation
and though a few details were forgotten, the memory of a lovely bohemian lifestyle remained.
Within minutes, the room became an amusing wonderland where girls with flowers on her clothes and glasses of wine in their hands
danced around wrapped in colorful veils, falling on shiny cushions every now and then,
near scented candles enjoying every inch of Jagger´s psychedelic universe.
What can i say? We got a little bit inspired.
Immersed in a conversation of pop art, the nostalgia of the swinging sixties, Anita´s beauty and Mick´s dark hair and black eyes
which seemed too much, we realised "Memo from Turner" had been on repeat for a while and the wine and the movie were equally over.
Funny part happened when the boy came in and found fantasyland right in front of his eyes. Only proper answer,
"The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way, is the one that achieves madness".
There you go, baby.
