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… I am couple seconds away from my next move, why am I standing still? I feel millions of voices in my stomach. They all seem coming from deep inside as a recall to start the round again…
I look out from the car window. It’s all grassy around. What a spring! I hear the tempting flirt of Jazz…. The sound bursts from the speakers of His classy car, cleaving the wind on its way to THE END …
Wut ‘s next? …The credits?
… So, I was sitting in a cafe at the World’s End, having bites of ads with a magazine soup… then comes the coffee and a sweet daydream with thought-infested custard…
Soon, I get bored and start staring at a watermelon slices on my plate.
“The life is like a watermelon… it can be sweet or sour and tasteless, you won’t know until you cut and taste it. Life has stripes just like the watermelon does. Bad follows good, luck follows trouble, love follows indifference. People say watermelon is a berry… What the heck!? I thought it’s a fruit, or a veggie… maybe a nut?… Life has too many meanings, just like the bloody watermelon…And It’s sweet and juicy until you choke on its seeds…”
What a thought!…
Oh, well, I think I’ll have another watermelon slice… where’s the waiter?
at KAYL cafe
FRANCIS KURKDJIAN
I think we Armenians should know this talented artist of scents as he indeed has an interesting life story and amazing profession where he actually succeeded to his best, making his way not only to the world market of perfumery but also to the millions of hearts around the world.
I am always happy and proud to hear last names with Armenian ending (yan/ian) amid foreign/international public and cool events , so my sniffing pleasure doubled the day I was proudly holding a bottle of APOM and breathing in a heavenly good scent with notes of orange blossom and ylang-ylang.
Fracis was only 15 when he decided to become a perfumer . At the age of 25 he already made his first scent for Jean Paul Gaultier, Le mâle.
Soon afer he was already making his perfumery creations for Yves-Saint Laurent, Guerlain, Christian Dior , Lanvin, Salvatore Ferragamo and many others.
When in 2001 he was awarded with Prix François Coty award for his life’s work he was in the beginning of his thirties. He thought he had to experience the scents of the world. For several years Francis traveled with a mobile laboratory where he carried his essences and met renowned perfumers and many of his future partners.
“Time is the ultimate luxury,” he said in an interview. “That is why I have revived the 18th-century tradition of the traveling perfumer.”
According to the New York Times, Mr. Kurkdjian is „one of the edgiest players in the one-off niche“.
He is French-Armenian . “Paris was at the heart of my inspiration,” he says. “My travels take me away, but they also bring me back to my City and its heterogeneous population, to its light and the shade of its monuments, the grey of its rooftops and the bursts of magic as its golden spires puncture its incredible skyline here and there. Paris inspires the universe of my House: grey, zinc and gold.”
“Kurkdjian’s bespoke scents, conceived, blended and matured over 6 to 10 months, are priced at $10,000 for two 60-milliliter flasks, hand-engraved with a name or personal message” NY TIMES tells in its 2008 November issue.”
In 2009, he finally opened his own perfume house, Maison Francis Kurkdjian on rue Alger, near Place Vendôme and created his Maison Francis Kurkdjian (2009) . The interiors of the boutique is a stunningly beautiful installation by Jean-Hugues de Chatillon, a scenographer for the Paris opera and ballet. His inspirations were the covered passages of Paris, the city which also inspired Fransic for his lifetime creations.
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Some of my amateur thoughts on problems of globalization and the financial crisis.
(An extract from article. )
As for today there is already quite a mere understanding of globalization and global society. We all know, we are bonded with one global net. Through this net we form advantages not only for our countries, companies, homes and ourselves but also we have learned to face dependence of each others’ actions through invading a global territory. To whom does it belong? Some of us may say global territory is a general realm, a big tribune for the ones who wish to talk, others claim it is owned and ruled by the ones who are trying to establish a greater hegemony. The truth is always between the lines for those who are looking for and actually foresight applied and complex advancement of events.
Whatever the reality promises, the horns have been warning us about problems long time ago, recalling the previous crisis in the past. But whichever globalization attempt we take, the one of Alexander the Great, the Communism building of Lenin, or capitalist globalization, we should understand, that the world have always been in evolution towards changes and the changes have never been about blockade existence.
More over, in any globalization urge there has always some ideology. Because people simply need to have some reasoning, in fact usually just a formal one, for uniting. Ideology is what can awake a desire to form a coalition, because it promises a “better option”.
Better option is a basic need so it works depending on what is the current demand. Let’s take the famous pyramid of Maslow. According to latest we are growing in our needs as we find the basic security and food. So, if the majority needs security, the ideology of unity needs to secure borders, and if majority wants to be rich, then ideology goes straight into your house trying to make you need consumer products and luxury goods, drawing glossy picture of a posh life. “Buy yourself happiness in credit!..”
The risks are here on surface right away. Too much of security urge will cause a hegemony of nuclear arms and bombs, too much of wealth and welfare talk will cause too much greed and fast money-making systems and schemes. But we can’t just ask to stop a demand and run back to caves and find food hunting in the woods…
Right. we have created globalization and we have to make a use of it somehow. Globalization talks about being big, united but as we grow and adjust this world to our growing needs we become more and more dependent on each other. Here comes the question. Why to globalize if it leads to dependence and new forms of slavery? The answer I think lies in finding the independence within the system; not by disconnecting, but by identifying ourselves with our real needs and by working hard to reach the a human development, so needed today. This is not another moralist call for social responsibility; this is a call for a self- development and mental clearness. Too many people are using others, who are busy with fulfilling the goals that are put in their heads by global demands and manias.
If we want to feel ourselves free and stay confident in this big ball room of modern society, we should understand, that too many of us are trying to “go big” by propaganda of what they try “to sell” to us, be it a hot-dog or a terrorism.
Here I try to state about some of the icons of present economically globalized world, making my point that current global crisis has its role in being an explosion of many ideological bubbles that didn’t have any assurance and real value. The ideological re-congestion of a permanent reorientation causes people want everything and right away, as they are too messed up about their real desires.
Such systems with people working “hard” for your imaginary “one-click” happiness under certain propaganda of global welfare are very dangerous as too much “kindness” of “giving” can eventually bring to a lack of willingness of those people who own, to share with the ones who don’t. And then the “givers” are gone in heartbeat, leaving the world in chaos to deal with its problems. Who are those givers? The top managers, brokers, private bankers, stock players, re-investors, different business dealers, the list goes on with all the money jugglers. When there is no money to juggle, they juggle with let’s say apples trying to “sell” them to us as a value…
This is the underflow of the latest financial storm, which blew away not only the American stock and real estate markets, but economical stability of all the Globalized World.
Nothing comes and goes easily . Everything takes time… (Even the Crisis).
V. A.
01.2010.
Yerevan, Armenia
IVSA conference, Bologna University
Media production issues and television production from a producer’s perspective
Viktorya Aleksanyan , Slavonic University, Armenia
The production process as an object media studies is a developing stage and is in need of a constant research for the best possible formalization of current processes, included in this activity. As we are continuously stepping forward in the new age of technologies, the production process is becoming more advanced. Therefore, the profession of a television producer is slightly taking its deserved niche in the spectrum of all media professions. The main component of television production process in the future will be the professional training of producers in the sphere of marketing, financial budgeting and business plan writing. Such a professional approach can facilitate the financial conditions for the independent investors, as the processes of an objective estimate of the income and forecasting activity are already being implemented in the business economy of Armenia. The development of the television industry and the up growth of contention will lead to the emergence of new generic formats of the media product as well as new technological solutions to the production process.
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