Pardis Sabeti

PARDIS C. SABETI, MD, PhD, lead singer & guitarrist of THOUSAND DAYS singing on this video 'ABSCENSE' with Bob Katsiaficis & Dana Goulet. Pardis C. Sabeti, is an Iranian-American pretty young girl who is also a Rhodes Scholar, M.D. Ph.D (Biological anthropologist), and Assistant Professor at Harvard University. (BROAD INSTITUTE-HARVARD & MIT) Pardis C. Sabeti is ranked as #49 among the top 100 living geniuses. She is working and studying how the genetics of human DNA populations have evolved to resist Malaria and Lassa fever using modern tools such as HapMap, Human Genome Project, DNA Sequencing, etc.

Francis Bacon A Terrible Beauty

"Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite."
Francis Bacon

70 Million by Hold Your Horses !

A Super Artzy clip!

70 Million by Hold Your Horses ! from L'Ogre on Vimeo.

Olive Borden (July 14, 1906 – October 1, 1947)

She was an American
actress in silence and
early talkies. Nicknamed
"The joy girl".
Happy Birthday Olive!

The Last Living Slut

Roxana Shirazi, who lived in Tehran until she was 10, claims to have had sexual encounters with members of Guns N' Roses, Motley Crue, Velvet Revolver, Papa Roach and Skid Row.

Several editors and agents reportedly refused to work with her on the book, titled The Last Living Slut: Born in Iran, Bred Backstage, for fear of enraging the Muslim community. Her book released on May 2010 by Harper Collins publishers with a powerful introduction by NYT bestselling author Neil Strauss.

In my opinion there are many inconsistencies in her statement. I absolutely can find no relation between her interests, education, the way she looked and talked in her interview and Facebook photos.

The only thing I really like about her is her honesty, that's what made the whole subject interesting, quite interesting!

PS: I'm not judging her at all, need to read her book first and finish this post after.

The Desert of Forbidden Art

How does art survive in a time of oppression? During the Soviet rule artists who stay true to their vision are executed, sent to mental hospitals or Gulags.

Their plight inspires young Igor Savitsky. He pretends to buy state-approved art but instead daringly rescues 40,000 forbidden fellow artist's works and creates a museum in the desert of Uzbekistan, far from the watchful eyes of the KGB. Though a penniless artist himself, he cajoles the cash to pay for the art from the same authorities who are banning it. Savitsky amasses an eclectic mix of Russian Avant-Garde art. But his greatest discovery is an unknown school of artists who settle in Uzbekistan after the Russian revolution of 1917, encountering a unique Islamic culture, as exotic to them as Tahiti was for Gauguin. They develop a startlingly original style, fusing European modernism with centuries-old Eastern traditions.

Ben Kingsley, Sally Field and Ed Asner voice the diaries and letters of Savitsky and the artists. Intercut with recollections of the artists' children and rare archival footage, the film takes us on a dramatic journey of sacrifice for the sake of creative freedom. Described as "one of the most remarkable collections of 20th century Russian art" and located in one of the world's poorest regions, today these paintings are worth millions, a lucrative target for Islamic fundamentalists, corrupt bureaucrats and art profiteers. The collection remains as endangered as when Savitsky first created it, posing the question whose responsibility is it to preserve this cultural treasure.

ZAHR directed by Mostafa Heravi

" Zahr " Artist Faarjam by Mostafa Heravi from Mostafa heravi on Vimeo.

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