You've just been Clogged ( I am excessively proud of the double meaning of this title just thought you should know)

Ahh the wonders of the ugly clog. Well all you trendos out there listen up because I am betting a hot chocolate or two( think winter), that these are the next big thing this season. I have already nabbed three pairs, that way I can go and show off at the Swedish Cultural Center in Paris this fall (Sparkly or granny tights plus traditional clogs), before they become the big fashion, and before  H&M have untastefully made them in fluo pink and yellow in industrial quantities (by which time I will be cussing and ranting over how everyone has them, and trying to flog mine off on ebay..... well actually maybe not, 80% of the population do find them unsexy, repulsive, painful and heavy)
So anyway, I am going to test mine tomorrow at the Firemans Ball ( fyi: Big Ball in the 3ième arrondissement)

I'll let you know if I survived the pain or if some poor fireman had to put my feet out with the fire hose.

Musique pour les Moustiques

Je vous écrit un post méga rapidos car j'ai un chaton (non castré) qui me bouffe les doigts, mon papier toilette et qui est en train de voler des apéricubes sur le plan de travail. Mais voici quelques mini mimi videos, de groupes que j'ai découvert pendant que je gobais les mouches un Dimanche après-midi.

A noter, Que Pill Wonder est absolument Sublime, notamment la chanson " Restless" ( cf MP3 ci dessous) qui me donne envie de vous rouler tous une grosse galoche.

PILL WONDER- Wishing Whale


wishing whale - pill wonder from Martin Anderson on Vimeo.

JULIAN LYNCH- Seed


JULIAN LYNCH - "SEED" from OLDE ENGLISH SPELLING BEE on Vimeo.

ONEOHTRIX POINT NEVER- Time Decanted


///// ONEOHTRIX POINT NEVER ///// "TIME DECANTED" from OLDE ENGLISH SPELLING BEE on Vimeo.

JULIAN LYNCH- In New Jersey


JULIAN LYNCH "IN NEW JERSEY" from OLDE ENGLISH SPELLING BEE on Vimeo.


Pill Wonder-Restless (mp3)

Somewhere- there is a decent movie awaiting

Sofia really has the knack of doing the right things at the right time.. After a long and painful winter with a cinematographic line up about as exciting as a dead rat in a sewer. After the painstaking 2 hours spent watching Sex and The City ( need I remind anyone why this film is so horrendously atrocious, racist, intolerant and ridiculously pointless), it's nice to know that you can count on Sofia Coppola for a down to earth and yet youthfully tinged cloudy movie to bring us back to those untouched first emotions we all thought we had lost such a long time ago.
As much as she is criticizable on many points ( lets see now, having a snazzy daddy, husband and brother always helps) and her last movies are still left to be desired, one secretly hopes for the return of the see through coton dress, dandylion blowing in the fields, and buttercup crowns.

CLIPS DU DIMANCHE

Parce-que c'est dimanche et que j'ai bouffé un Lapin Lindt que j'essaye tant bien que mal de digérer, et parce que je crois que la dernière vidéo visionnée à trois heures du matin est le concept le plus space que j'ai vu depuis la troisème quand ma prof de Maths body builder à décidé de mettre une robe à fleurs.

Bijules you fools

Franchement barge, ne jurant que par des collants frous frous dénichés dans les magasins de stripteaseuses de Soho, et des paillettes sur les yeux, cette nana envoie du lourd. Bijules ( dérivé de son nom Jules) créatrice et fêtarde invétérée New Yorkaise a revisité et redéfinit la définition du bijou en proposant des pièces aussi inattendues que classes. Détournant les codes du bijou conventionnel, elle propose des pièces originales qui se placent sur toutes les parties du corps habituellements considérées comme ingrates ou inadaptées au port du bijou ( Jésus aurait fait une taticardie). Jouant à la fois sur le registre du macabre et des rêves pervers de lolita avec des "knuckles rings" fabriqués à partir d'os de souris mortes, des bagues en forme de mouette, des serres têtes en cascades d'os en or plaqué et des nail rings en forme de serpents, Bijules nous laisse imaginer à ce dont Cruella aurait ressemblé si elle avait été une bombasse bonnasse.








D'ailleurs ses oeuvres d'art sont déjà adoptées par Beyoncé dans son clip Sweet Dreams. Cependant afin de vous apaiser les esprits, Bijules propose également des pièces ludiques et légères telles que le "gelfing" bijou d'oreille en forme d'elf qui fera fantasmer tout nerd qui trique rien qu'à la prononciation de Peter Jackson ou Geldof ( errrrr oui ça existe)







Bijules loin de se foutre de votre gueule, vous rappelle de manière esthétique et poétique qu'on crèvera tous un jour où l'autre, alors autant en rire et l'afficher: "memento mori" style. Elle nous rappelle avec ses pièces incontournables qu'on est peut-être tous égaux devant la mort mais certainement pas devant le goût.

www.bijulesnyc.com

Musée Mecanique "Our changing Skins"

I think that we all deserve to take a trip to escape reality once in a while.... personally I don't dream about popcorn fields but I do dream about being a kid, making stick castles in the back of my garden, my english sewing classes, and reading the runaways.

Indians and cowboys and stripey dresses on Valentines day

mouahhhhh this is really sweet, I am not inclined to dote upon this pink marshmellowy gooey day of the year, but honestly this new video featuring Jason Schwartzman and Kirsten Dunst really did just make my day. I am going up to my attic now with a swelled teenage heart to get my indian costume out, if anyone wants to come and play cow boys and indians with me.. I even have some face paint and stuff to make a tipy in my living room.

non plus one final from Tracy ANTONOPOULOS on Vimeo.

LES TOPS 10 RESOLUTIONS D'UNE PARISIENNE

Alors vous m'excuserez les petites fautes d'orthographes. Vous comprendrez bien que n'ayant pas été bercée avec le Bescherelle à ma naissance, ma syntaxe et ma grammaire laissent parfois à désirer. Vous pourrez me charrier plus tard adossé contre un comptoir de bar.
Mais il me paraît évident que ce poste doit se faire en Français, parce- qu'il s'agit d'un témoignage provenant de mes amies parisiennes: un mélange de parfums guerlin , de pulls comptoir des cotonniers, de freaks de pyramides de macarons et chaussures Lanvins et autres mignons snobismes dans le genre, qui font qu'on aime les parisiennes.
Après plusieurs soirées imbibées, que sont les fêtes, une question refait surface à chaque fois, (notamment après les bouteilles cheap du Franprix et des conversations plus que graveleuses)
"Quelles sont tes résolutions de 2010?". Et puisque ça devient la grande tendance ( un peu prétentieuse) du petit monde qu'est la blogosphère de faire des listes Top 10, ( Top 10 des meufs bonnes, top 10 des meilleurs albums, Top 10 des plans culs, Top 10 des livres), j'assume ce statut et je me prête également au jeu.
Mais surtout parce-que ce Top 10 des résolutions des mimi pétasses Parisiennes, n'est finalement pas qu' un assemblage de paroles de pochetrones trop arrosées, mais un petit guide de survie.

1) Arrêter de céder à la stratégie marketing de Monoprix

Parce-que quand on va chercher un plat micro-onde Findus à 19h, et que la journée de travail à été monstrueusement chiante, il est évident qu'en passant par la section maquillage et devant les pulls Autre Ton, on finira en caisse avec un montant salé de 70 Euros. Et comme on va à Monoprix au moins deux fois par semaine (parce qu'on en peux plus de la caissière putesque du leader Price), acheter le pull Mérinos en 3 déclinaisons de couleurs simplement parce qu'on "passait par là" en allant aux surgelés, n'est vraiment pas une excuse valable pour expliquer ton découvert de 400 Euros.

2) Arrêter de manger des quantités industrielles de chocolats à deux heures du matin devant des Séries.

Malheureusement au delà de 22h, se plonger dans Nadja d'André Breton et se faire une salade de fruits semble quasi impossible et improbable, surtout lorsqu'on on sait que la boîte de célébrations ( truffée de mars bars et compagnie) que mamie t'a offert t'attends dans le placard, et puis, cerise sur le gâteau, tu as trouvé une nouvelle méthode ( enfin ton mec) pour contourner les restrictions de temps de Megavideo.
Donc oui, "Patron, mes cernes et mon incapacité de rester plus de 20 minutes à faire tes calculs de comptabilité sont du à Gossip Girl, Skins et Misfits ,et alors?, ah ok c'est pas pour ça qu'on me paye... ah bon?"

3) Arrêter les textos bourrés a son ex.

Bon le grand classique, mais source de honte et d'atteinte à sa dignité. Écrire un texto en commençant par son petit surnom (alors qu'il est surement en train de se taper sa connasse de bombe de 30 ans qui lui "apprends la vie"), en terminant par un espèce de petit mot " rohh tu sais que je t'adore", Texto qui pue le Gin Tonic et l'alcool de détresse à 4 km, sans parler du smiley clin d'œil.. qui se traduit par "Je suis dans une soirée de merde dans la cuisine, toute seule ( généralement parce que celui que tu voulais pecho est parti en scooter avec ta copine) et j'ai franchement besoin de baiser, alors bon, tu veux pas arrêter de sauter ta pétasse aux cheveux longs et venir t'occuper de moi un peu".... Le lendemain se solde par une gueule de bois, un macdo qu'on va chercher en trainant des pieds, et un texto laborieux de l'ex en question: quoi?

De quoi se remettre aux cartes prépayées pour éviter les sms illimités.

4) Arrêter de se taper des mecs dans des salles de concerts

D'une part parce que tu perds toute crédibilité quand tu expliques que tu as vraiment apprécié "la beauté nihiliste" des chansons ( oui enfin tu te faisais plaquer contre un mur pendant une chanson de Soap and Skin), parce que le mec en question est tout simplement et très souvent moche, parce que c'est un blaireau de la indie hype, et surtout parce qu'il a 19 ans et croit qu'il a conquis le monde dans son slim APC et ses chaussures Spring Court..... ah oui et une fois sortie du concert il va te taxer tes clopes.

5) Arrêter le rasage fait maison.

Economiser pour se payer une épilation à la cire digne de ce nom et jeter ce rasoir rouillé BIC datant de 1997 ( colonie de vacances à Port Leucatte), et arrêter la mauvaise foi: le frrttt frrrtt n'est sexy que sur la barbe de trois jours de mon mec.

6) Arrêter de se plaindre d'être célibataire

Parce qu'au fond j'ai n'ai ni envie de partager ma salle de bain, ni mes clopes avec toi pauvre con avec la mini bite. Et puis je m'en tape de ton rade de quartier, ca pue les pieds de vieux.

7) Arrêter de se retentir de faire pipi pour ses beaux yeux.

Simplement parce que tu est la fille parfaite et que tu ne fais JAMAIS pipi, tu ne te ronges pas les ongles, tu ne sors jamais la culotte qui te rentre dans les fesses quand tu marches, et surtout toi ,déboutonner ton jean qui est tellement serré qu'il te fait des brulures au troisième degré.... plutôt mourir.
Ps, pour info moi aussi ça m'arrive de faire pipi sur la couvercle des chiottes.

8) Arrêter de Vomir entre les voitures

Quand la bouteille de vin blanc ingurgitée à 20h, remonte à tout juste 22h30 et fait fondre la neige ( avec ton nouveau plan cul qui te regarde l'air horrifié), dans laquelle des enfants vont jouer le lendemain, tu te dis que vraiment là tu es devenue une bonne vieille ordure de la société

9) Arrêter de parler de Cul à des inconnus au bout de trois minutes

Bon ben ratée

10) Vivre un 2010 Sain, heureux, et joyeux

Putain Il est déjà 20h15, il faut que j'aille au tabac et au grec.. salut.

THE TOP 10 ALBUMS 2009

It's the end of the year, and it's time to sum up all that has been done and hasn't been done. It's time to recall how many dates we screwed up, how many times we promised ourselves never to light a cigarette before 10 in the morning ( say I, as i fumble around for my lighter), the number of times we giggled with our friends on their couch, tears shed at 3 am in front of your best friends door because you are spending another night alone in your bed, The boss who is as magnificiently mad as you, the concerts you spent guzzling down beer, the nights where you were up till 4 am reading a book, you wouldn't ever dare read in public ( twilight men are from mars women are from venus anyone???) the heartbreaks, the breakup sex, the wake up sex, the feel good sex, the mad sex, the couch sex, the rebound sex and last but not least all the people you have plainly simply hugged just because you love them and they made your 2009 worth living.
Well My 2009 is contained in these 10 albums.
Indeed it is a fairly unoriginal top ten ( as the Inrocks and Chronic'art will prove), and most men will go tssssss what a fu*king girl, how typical. But quite honestly, if an album hasn't made me cry, laugh,punch or snog someone, then it just ain't worth being here.

1. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE- Merriweather Post Pavillon


Released in January 2009, it announced the beginning of a year, of renewal, forgiveness, maturity and mutual effort. Girls is the sort of song that reminds me why I was born a girl and why we were made to be sang to, and why i'ts just marvellous to have a pair of boobs and interpret music in a way that no man ever could.


2. DIRTY PROJECTORS- Bitte Orca


Everytime I listen to this album riding the underground it takes me to the top of Norwegian mountains, and has the knack of making me feel insanely sexy in a " au natural"way attired in a grubby swedish woolly jumper. And no matter how many times I will hear " Anne-Sophie you look so unsexy in that fat moth eaten jumper", if I am listening to Dirty Projectors than you can plainly bugger off, because I'll be strutting the strut all the way down the street.. OK!


3- ATLAS SOUND- Logos


A collegue from work was listening to this in october, and as I came down the stairs I litterally threatened to burn his mogwai cd collection ( he is a hardcore fan) if he didn't tell me who was singing ( oh you know just the guy from DEERHUNTER).
I really would have liked to put this first just for Walkabout, unfortunatly I do not like all the songs equally so I forced myself to place it third. Walkabout is a real work of art. The concert was stunning as Bradford Cox was haloed by lights that just made every thing seem as if magic had decided to make a sudden come back into this dismal and bleak period of uncertainty.
Tears really did roll down my face as half of the concert gazed in amazement at a show that to me was the biggest concert of 2009. An album to listen to whilst dancing around with the one you love in underwear around the flat, or under the covers where you play tie the knot with his feet.


4- PHOENIX- Wolfgang Amadeus


Simply because Phoenix reminds me of some very good times, and because they sing under eiffel towers ( cf. Blogothèque sessions) without looking corny.


5- DEAD MANS BONES- Dead Man's Bones


Ghouls, ghosts and a kids choir. If you have a minimum of a heart or childhood spirit, if a pack of kids dressed up in their mums old sheets, belting out " My Bodies a Zombie for you" and an inclination for men with breaches is the kind of "assemblage" that makes you go awwwwwww, ,then you know why this album deserves to be in 5 place.
Amazingly composed this album is an ode to the type of love that can cripple a soul " I won't go whistling by your grave". Beautiful, difficult, and heart wrenching coateded with pink iceing. A sweet nightmare delivered by a pack of starry eyed kids, proud to be singing next to Ryan Gossling. Keep your eyes open because this will probabally go internet viral before long.

6- JONSI AND ALEX- Rice Boy Sleeps


Released in July 2009, This album, composed by Jonsi ( Sigur Ros) and his boyfriend Alex, makes every hair stand on end. It's probabally the saddest album I have listened to in a few years, and do not expect it to mend a broken heart. Filled with echoeing choirs, reminding us of the wonders of scandanvian shyness and magnificence that western europeans like us will never begin to understand, it delivers tracks that remind us of the cinammen hot chocolate our mother used to make when we scraped our knees, and messing around with grubby fingers in the compost heap in the back garden.
Many people will not understand my choice in placing this album 6th but its beauty to me is completly and utterly undeniable, and on a snowy day like this, there is nothing, nicer than walking through parks with this playing in my ears.


7- WILD BEASTS- Two Dancers


Their concert was fantastic ( although if I recall there was a pesky man blocking my view who smelt like a wet dog and was playing it arty with a lomo), they are witty, sassy, modest and have made an album stuffed with addictive hits. "All the Kings Men" is one of the catchiest songs that 2009 has had to deliver. It reminds me of a song that you could find on the now hits 1998 compilation. Your parents would buy it for you, but in the end there was only one song out of the 40 others that you would play repeatedly on your cd player.
Well this song is exactly the same.


8- GRIZZLY BEAR- Veckatimist



Because you gotta love the geek album, with their shiny skin, and songs about falling hopelessly in love in between two games of world of warcraft and Nintendo Wii. And preppy is very this season, I could have one of those hanging off my arm.


9- THE DODOS- Time To Die


Because we all like a bit of néo- folk even if indie hardcorers will scoff in their checkered lumber jack shirts (*scoff scoff scoff Fleet Foxes, it could be on a swiffer advert now scoff scoff scoff*).


10- FUCK BUTTONS- Tarot Spirit


Just because the guy plays a massive drum and looks hot doing it, because the Bristolian duo do drone and electro like no other. Because playing parrot sounds over a voice ressembling Children Of Bodom is amazing. And because mixing violence with a relaxation tape from the nature store Maison du Monde, well no one else can do it quite like them.


PS; VERY IMPORTANT, I swear with my little pinkie that I haven't seen the Pitch fork rating ....... yet

Anywhere but work

If only I could leave the city, with someone to push me on a swing hanging off an old oak tree....

My friend will kill me for blogging this... but WTF,it's christmas with Martin Parr

After a rather sweet and typical conversation with friends on how we were going to try and take over the world, we all came to the common and random conclusion that we were rather happy to be entering winter. we have decided that we shall head to Sweden draped in rough woolly jumpers, that we shall get drunk on wine and throw up over the ferry board,and oogle over swedish boys, and if that fails that they will come to mine and drink cinnamon sprinkled hot chocolate, watch movies under the covers,fumble through my wardrobe, spill orange juice on my carpet, roast marshmellows on ikea candles, steal my Antler's and Atlas Sound album and simply remind me how great it is to enjoy the simpler things in life with the people you love.

Bank holiday selection:

Beach House- Used to be


Final Fantasy- Lewis takes off his shirt


The Mary Onnettes-Explosions


Cold Cave- Life magazine


Fourtet- Hands

Atlas Sound- Kisses under the covers, and padded toe socks

Sundays Pick n mix ladies and gents.

Atlas sound- walkabout.... under the covers
http://www.zshare.net/download/680722064a9633a1/

Bibio- Lovers Carvings... on the bus
http://www.zshare.net/audio/68072360a6fd2cfa/

Crocodiles- Young drugs..... walking in the street
http://www.zshare.net/download/680725108e14bf01/

The day the Artic Monkeys fucked me up

My sister came up to Paris this weekend especially for the Artic Monkeys concert. When I told her that I was attending the Inrocks festival, she looked at me as if I had told her that the Editors sucked. She is 17. As I sat under the covers recovering from the flu, I watched her get ready for the concert with her overly peroxyded friend, and I suddenly felt that all the youth had been kicked out of me. There she was slapping on the glitter, for the "effective rock look" bombarding her hair with Ellnett hairspray and yelling at her friend to get a move on because the opening of the gates was at 6pm ( it was about 3 in the afternoon). I could literally feel that she was ready to have a hormonal explosion. And there I was, going on about how much Alex turner is a soddy old bastard, and sipping a beer under the quilt. Whilst she went and sung her lungs out in the Zenith cherry faced and smelling of vanilla, I hung around the bar of the cigale, with red lipstick, looking like an aging hooker waiting to get picked up. Yeah yeah Black Lips and Ebony was a lot of fun, and tottering ( and slurring) over to Moune night club was perfect enough. But come 4 in the morning, the alcoholic banter that got me into trouble with numerous persons, my champagne self loathing, and my "vodka" laced music snobism got the better of me. I got into a taxi, smelling like a distillary and conked out at 5 after sending various random and insultive mails and text messages, to people who I felt deserved the wrath of my alcohol tainted bitchiness, and woke up feeling and looking like crap.
My sister on the other hand, quite literally had stars oozing out of her eyes the next day, it's then I realised that past 24, getting drunk at concerts, is quite literally social suicide and a source of self hate as you realise that in the space of 4 years you have turned into a rather sad has been bar crawler.

Dead man's Bones- Or how to fall in love at Halloween

Dead Man's Bones is THE surprise of this autumn fall. After a great article by J.D Beauvallet in the french Inrocks... Dead man's bones released on the 12th of October, is a nightmare, bathed in aphrodisiac bliss. Composed and sung by Ryan Gosling and Zach Shields, one would have been inclined to have labelled it as a cheap conversion of two Hollywood actors into the vast ( and overrated) sphere of "indie singers"...WRONG
Highly talented, these two, united by their macabre fascination for spooks, eerie fairytales, and Haloween Sci-Fi, deliver songs that are as beautiful and disturbing as they are sincere.
Having been played intensively during lonely office hours, the song Dead Hearts which takes me back to the steamed up window ledge of my childhood, of brisk october trick or treating, haunts me to the core of every emotion that I am capable of feeling...... Halloween will never be as seductive as this one.

Third floor psychoanalysis

Sitting at work the other day.... and contemplating whether putting up a "single status" on facebook would be social suicide or a ticket to free and uncommited relationships with random perves or geek freaks, I turned to my collegue Edouard for advice. Sat there in my cocorosie t-shirt, straggly unwashed hair, and moulding behind my computer screen with an over due sales report, I smiled at him and his overgrown hair ( yes Edouard has the biggest side parting you will ever likely encounter) and asked him, in plain simple French " qu'est ce qui rends une fille mega sexy à Paris?" ( what makes a girl sexy in Paris) The Minute I asked the question, I felt like curling up and dying. God have I been out of the game so long that I still think that wearing Calvin Klein lady boxers is going to send a male rocketing through the roof? Why the fuck did i have to ask such an auto crippling question? But Ed being Ed casually swung round on his office chair, pen in hand, his pervy little " I scout out hot girls" radar eyebrows twitching, and said: " I like a girl who can sing, when I see a girl who can sing I get a mushy heart and if she has big black eyebags, then I like her even more because that means that she doesn't sleep. And if she doesn't sleep it's because she feels that there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish all that she wants to accomplish in her life".
God what a breath of fresh air to hear someone enjoy the wonders of unconventional beauty. Thank god that masturbating over Megan Fox has not become a national hobby/sport, and that a girl with chipped nail varnish, a small voice that chimes out even in the grimmest of bar gigs, and a dirty pair of ripped shorts, can still appeal to the male gender.

Playlist:

Dirty Projectors- Two Doves
http://www.zshare.net/download/66177588883db0fa/

The Wave Pictures- Bumble Bee
http://www.zshare.net/download/66177759bbb2db93/

Wild Beasts- All The Kings Men
http://www.zshare.net/download/6617808702238cbf/

Benge- Moog Poolymoog
http://www.zshare.net/audio/6617872549caa452/

Patrick Wolf- Who will ( Buffetlibre remix)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/661792806ca9ba9a/

Fuck Buttons- Bright Tomorrow
http://www.zshare.net/download/6617947285eccb5c/

The Seagulls top videos of the month

After a good three hours a day on You Tube spent watching videos, a couple of facebook wall posts, a bit of flirting ( I'll send my url's if you send me yours) later, I came up with these. They are not necessarily the official videos, and if it's not some overzealous fan who decided to put bibio as the soundtrack for his video from his club med holiday, they can be quite stunning at times.

Riceboy Sleeps - Daníell In the Sea


Sun Araw - Horse Steppin'



Bibio - Top Soil


Neon Indian- deadbeat Summer


The ruby suns- Oh Mojave


Discovery- Swingtree


The Cool Kids -Pennies

I couldn't keep smoking so I listened

After Two weeks of smoking a pack a day, after exams, after the fucking awful weather, with no prospects of a holiday due to an internship, I decided that I needed to select the two most amazing songs of the moment and listen to them repeatedly for over 2 weeks, thing which I did and which has worked on my morale.
Note that Riceboy 1901 is in fact from the album Riceboy Sleeps an artistic collaboration between Jón Þór Birgisson ( Sigur Rós) and his boyfriend Alex Somers. It's quite frankly one of the most visual songs I have ever listened to, and it definatly answered all of my latest questions without there ever being one word whispered.

ps: Like my Friend Jean-Christophe noted, I like the word "jolie" and all that it takes into consideration


Tiebreak-Howdy

http://www.mediafire.com/file/jwjgqjdgzyl/Howdy.mp3

Jon and Alex- Riceboy 1901

http://www.mediafire.com/file/ggdkn5njg2d/riceboysleeps_boy1904.mp3





photo : http://peacelovebellavita.blogspot.com/

LORIS IS BACK!!!!

Loris ,the internet love of my life, outshines twitter, facebook and and all of the rest, Loris deserves a show, Loris deserves a peaceful and happy life, Loris deserves to be tickeled to his death bed,Loris deserves all the worms in te world: Loris you are quite frankly my one and only.

Beirut- Concubine directed by Alma Har'el