Mittwoch, 16. April 2014

Interview with Weird Miss Captain O.




She is the one, who actually seems to be many. A woman with a remarkable variety of selfs.
It may be, that she is not from here, but rather from an outer world - no one knows yet. It also may be, that she is the undercover captain of a spaceship.
We got the chance to meet and greet 4 of her personalities:

Interview One:


We: 

Hmm, ...., who are we talking to right now?


Weird Miss Captain O.: 


The Lover.


We: 


OK, the lover. So with whom are you in love at the moment?


The Lover Self:


Let me explain it like this: 


I'm walking down this alleyway

as the night is turning into day

and I find myself humming 
not to music
but to something else.


We:

To what?

The Lover Self:

And as I walk into this empty room again
the feeling still remains as my friend

and I can't get rid off the image of you dancing
in my awkward eyes

not to music 
but to something else.

We:
Wow, seems to be someone. And can you describe this feeling for him, or for whatever?

The Lover Self:

And I might be drunk
in my desire for you
that is not what keeps on getting me through
it's that I finally trust the feeling.

We:
What kind of feeling?

The Lover Self:

This isn't casual
this is not casual

this is, 

this isn't casual

this is something else.





The Lover


















*The Lover Self - Verse: Nina Kinert Lyrics of 'Something Else'.

____________________________________________________________________________


Interview Two:


We: 
So now we are talking to the teacher. What is your name?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

My name is not important. Call me Lola. Call me Desire. Or call me Evil Beauty, if you like. 

We:
OK, so we name you Desire, for this interview. Desire, we heard that you are working hard on your image to be an It-Girl. THE It-Girl.

Desire:

Yes, that is true, I want to be the biggest It-Girl of the united universe. I want to rule. 

We:
How come you have these ambitious plans?

Desire:

Because I need to be this. I cannot live without material goods. 
I consider Fendi Bags or Jimmy Choo Shoes as a religion,  and if everyone would convert to this religion, there would be no more hate, no more war in this world, and I even dare to say: non of these things in the whole universe, you know?

Because Gucci, Manolo Blahnik and Chanel - just to mention a small range of Gods - are peace!
This is peace. 
The world would be a better place, if everyone could awake in a YSL silk dress in the morning, or work on a farm in a Victoria Beckham Jeans Overall, OR work on a cotton farm in Dolce & Gabbana suits! 
Imagine those little slave children on that fat Nestle chocolate farm, dressed in Young Versace or Burberry. 
To be dressed in high fashion makes every kid forget about pesticides or machetes, don´t you think?

The world could be such a different place! This is what I fight for with my fashion blog: 'bloody desires of a high class bitch'.

I will be crowned as the biggest It-Girl ever, and therefore save the world from evil.

We:
So what are the top rules to consider as an It-Girl. What is mostly important in your every day life?

Desire:

You know, one of the most important qualities is preppyness. What is a human being without being preppy? Nothing.
We NEED to be preppy and look adorable, if we want to save the world!

We:
I see. And what is your tip, to become a combatant of yours and your high ideals?

Desire:

Just take the money of your millionaire dad, and buy clothes, jet around the world, make nice pics of you and your little dog in that Chanel hearts coat, and DO IT.
EVERYONE can, if you just act under these permissions!

We:
Thank you, Desire, for these wise and instructive words!

Desire:

Well, a teacher MUST do, what a teacher has to do!




Desire, the teacher

















____________________________________________________


Interview Two:


We:
I believe to now talk to the Weird Miss Captain O. - personality, am I right?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

Yes, this is me now.

We:
It is really interesting, and confusing at the same time, how divergent you are - in yourself. How many further selfs are living there, inside of you?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

Well, I do not know that. I know there are many many people, of which my spirit consists, but every day, or any situation, can cast out a new personality - out from under a rock, if you like.

You know, I can feel a thousand faces pounding in my bones. Some are soft. Some are grotesque.

But I would´t say, all of them is me. But I sure would say, on the other hand, all of this IS a possible me. 

Like the teacher. I am not an It-Girl, this is a grotesqueness I do not own. But I can feel this kind of completely being out of touch with reality - and I want to use this to teach some people something about grotesqueness.

We:
So you don´t really think like the It-Girl that we were talking to before?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

I am completely out of touch with that body of thought. I detest her ways. And hating her ugly grimace makes me capable of showing its dispensable dopiness to everyone.

We:
Tell us something about your origins. How did you become the person you are today?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

Well, I am anything, some are not. To be more exact: I can feel that I am everything, my father or mother, or maybe even my whole family, is oppressing, everything they are not living out, not showing, everything they don´t allow themselves.
I am the sum of things they smothered in their souls. This is how I was born, how I came to live. It was not semen meeting ovum.

You can imagine this as a psychological result. Things that you oppress, that you push into the subconscious, someday explode and burst their way to the surface. They take their place in the bright real light of awareness, like it or not, where they no longer can be overlooked.

We:
So would you say, you are a psychological result?

Weird Miss Captain O.:

Yes, I´d probably say that. And I would also say, if you are everything someone wants to overlook, to ignore - in person - then it is pretty clear, that you are upsetting the people around you all the time - just because you ARE.

You are nice and clear - while everyone around you bursts into rage. And you´re the eye of the storm.

I mean, I am not guilty, of nothing, I am simply there, with my opinion.

We:
Tell us something about your motives, as an artist.

Weird Miss Captain O.:

I am so full of impressions and things that want to be expressed by me. I cannot control it. It controls me, this randomness of creation flourishing. I can´t keep hold of all that randomness anyway, it just vomits itself out of my mind. This is chaos, which controls me. From time to time it feels like going crazy, this is when I need to let out the wolves. I believe I could seriously get mentally ill, if do not open all doors to this chaos, this random blooming of anything. Something I don´t direct. The director is something else. Not me.
So from time to time I need to open myself and drain, I need to pour the chaos into the environment. I let it flow out of all braindoors.

This is my motive. Relief.

We:
Thank you so much for your time.

Weird Miss Captain O.:

You´re welcome.




Weird Miss Captain O.

















__________________________________________________________


Interview Four:


We:
We will now talk to the murderer. Tell us about murdering. How can a person cross this line? This border of a human right, the right to live.

The Murderer Self:


I shot my man yesterday, I did it good.

I shot my man yesterday, I did it good!

I shot his kid yesterday, I killed him too.

I shot his kid yesterday, I killed him too.

I left no traces, I sleep in heavenly peace.

Who´s next in line, to make me feel fine?

We:

So you are confessing?

The Murderer Self:


And the mother of his child, I did her too.

The mother of his child, oh I had to.

I killed them all yesterday, I did it good.

I killed them all yesterday, I did it good.

I sleep in heavenly peace.


We:

How can you be capable of doing such things?

The Murderer Self:


Agression, extroverted.






The Murderer























The Murderer Self - Verse: 'I shot my man' - lyrics from Nina Kinert.






anais


all pics: tumblr, last one: revistaogrito.ne10.uol.com.br