Category Archives: Thoughts

Academy Awards Best Picture Viewing Project

In December, when I was writing my resolutions for 2013, I wrote down that I wanted to focus on broadening my cinematic culture, and I had a goal of watching at least 100 movies this year. Ultimately, I decided I

Academy Awards Best Picture Viewing Project

In December, when I was writing my resolutions for 2013, I wrote down that I wanted to focus on broadening my cinematic culture, and I had a goal of watching at least 100 movies this year. Ultimately, I decided I

Caty Olive: A web of sacred and visual hypnotism

Note: This is the translation of one of the texts I wrote for Crítica na Trama, a collaborative project between the Serralves Museum of Contemporary Art and my own university to document and produce critical writing about last year’s Trama

Caty Olive: A web of sacred and visual hypnotism

Note: This is the translation of one of the texts I wrote for Crítica na Trama, a collaborative project between the Serralves Museum of Contemporary Art and my own university to document and produce critical writing about last year’s Trama

The Oscars

Now that is a library. It’s that time of the year again. Tonight is Oscar Night, and everyone is talking about how the Oscars are biased and they don’t really care about them, but they’re curious to see who wins

The Oscars

Now that is a library. It’s that time of the year again. Tonight is Oscar Night, and everyone is talking about how the Oscars are biased and they don’t really care about them, but they’re curious to see who wins

Pinterest

I’ve been using Pinterest for a week now (you can visit my profile here). I have to say, even though it’s fun to use, I’m having a hard time deciding how useful it is, for me, at least. So far it feels

Pinterest

I’ve been using Pinterest for a week now (you can visit my profile here). I have to say, even though it’s fun to use, I’m having a hard time deciding how useful it is, for me, at least. So far it feels

About the Right to Delete

Yesterday I decided it was time for me to clean up my social media presence. Not in terms of content – I only share whatever I’m comfortable everyone knowing – but in terms of the amount of websites I’m active

About the Right to Delete

Yesterday I decided it was time for me to clean up my social media presence. Not in terms of content – I only share whatever I’m comfortable everyone knowing – but in terms of the amount of websites I’m active

Looking back on 2011

It’s that time of the year again. Looking back on the year that passed, and ahead at what’s to come. And, resolutions! I made a few around this same time last year, and thought I’d do a blog post to

Looking back on 2011

It’s that time of the year again. Looking back on the year that passed, and ahead at what’s to come. And, resolutions! I made a few around this same time last year, and thought I’d do a blog post to

joana maltez (fotografia)

Decidi criar uma nova série no blog dedicada a promover o trabalho de outros criativos portugueses, fotógrafos em especial. Para o primeiro de vários posts, escolhi o trabalho da fotógrafa portuense Joana Maltez. Conheci a Joana há muitos anos, quando

joana maltez (fotografia)

Decidi criar uma nova série no blog dedicada a promover o trabalho de outros criativos portugueses, fotógrafos em especial. Para o primeiro de vários posts, escolhi o trabalho da fotógrafa portuense Joana Maltez. Conheci a Joana há muitos anos, quando

amador de gatos

Dizem os entendidos que fotografias de gatos são sinal de amadorismo.

amador de gatos

Dizem os entendidos que fotografias de gatos são sinal de amadorismo.

catorze de fevereiro

Hoje decidi reencontrar-me com a minha câmara.

catorze de fevereiro

Hoje decidi reencontrar-me com a minha câmara.

começo

Por vezes sinto uma vontade irresistível de escrever, como se tivesse palavras dentro de mim a gritar por uma saída, atirando-se contra as paredes da minha mente até se libertarem. Mas são palavras disformes e sem identidade, pois nunca sei

começo

Por vezes sinto uma vontade irresistível de escrever, como se tivesse palavras dentro de mim a gritar por uma saída, atirando-se contra as paredes da minha mente até se libertarem. Mas são palavras disformes e sem identidade, pois nunca sei