Courtesy of Wall Street Journal, am revazut acest scurt trailer. Trendul eco e intr-adevar puternic, dar imi imaginez ca unul din mesajele filmului (unul din mesajele mai putin evidente) este ca are impact doar in masura in care schimbarea este de amploare, intermediata de cei care controleaza sau ne influenteaza consumul. Dupa cum spun cei de la WSJ, marile branduri din moda de lux se reintorc catre Mama Natura, introducand teme ecologice in eforturile lor de publicitate si marketing, lansand propriile produse eco-friendly sau sustinand companii cunoscute pentru platforma lor eco (vezi Edun, care apartine lui Bono si sotiei sale).
De cateva zile, am senzatia ca vara se apropie de sfarsit. Atat de repede? Mi-ar placea sa retraiesc vara si toamna trecuta, cand caldura soarelui s-a prelungit pana in octombrie iar diminetile racoroase de toamna s-au insinuat pana cand au inceput ploile.
Nu stiu exact de ce, dar fotografiile de mai jos mi-au adus aminte de un poem al lui TS Elliot (care nu are legatura cu vara).
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky{…}
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all–
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor–
And this, and so much more?–
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Elliot (cu dedicatie din partea mea pentru un alt Elliott )
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