BOGGIE - NOUVEAU PARFUM (official music video) from THE SOUP on Vimeo.
I can't believe people act like they don't know how this video was made. They just shot it several times with different makeup and lighting and edited them together. Then used After Effects or other software for post processing and to overlay the computer looking stuff. People actually think there's software that can do real time touch-up in-camera?
I'm also confused by people that see how they did it with hair and makeup and light then get mad like it was an uncalled for trick or act like they caught them in a lie because they could tell it wasn't computer generated. It's sort of the whole point of the art!
Good grief. I guess I shouldn't read the comments, even on Vimeo. I never looked at them for What Does the Fox Say. "I could tell those were just costumes and not real animals! FAKE! GAY!"
*****************Found translation on Reddit, reformatted************************
[–]motherwarrior 14 points 2 days ago*
I sent this song to a friend of mine who is Hungarian. He sent me back this translation. Edit: It is his translation. The song is beautiful.
Perfume
Hundreds of perfumes
Dreams of flowers
Sweetish, tart, mellifluous, forgetting
Rose and lavender in slender little bottles
Oh it is drugging/dazzling me
Myrrh and almond locked in little places
Lilacs, violets in secret little vials
I am trying them individually
Drop by drop or atomized
It is drugging/dazzling me
Now I throw them all out
I throw away my distorted mirror
I am opening up my coat
Breathe freely
The wind is letting me fly
The Sun is warming me
Sometimes you weep from wounded clouds
If the autumn is ablaze - you are weaving a new dream
In my heart the fragrance of life
Is flying in a sweet, smoky, dizzy way
The magic of perfumes
The world of petals
The glow of desires
The gliding of silk
The spice of the East
The tale of senses
It is drugging/dazzling me
Now I throw them all out
I throw away my distorted mirror
I am opening up my coat
Breathe freely
The wind is letting me fly
The Sun is warming me
Sometimes you weep from wounded clouds
If the autumn is ablaze - you are weaving a new dream
In my heart the fragrance of life
Is flying in a sweet, smoky, dizzy way
Yes, I actually still read from time to time. Lots of time in between, granted, but hey, what can I say? The song reminds me of a Ben Johnson poem, "Simplex Munditiis".
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