things i love thursday

1, 2 - stills from "The Dreamers"

3 - Kate Moss by Nan Goldin

4, 5, 6 - street style pictures of twins from Sartorialist and Facehunter

7 - by Elias Raschle

8 - Faye Wong with pink hair

9 - by Diane Arbus

10 - still from a film by Jean Cocteau

11, 12 - photographs of chilren by Sally Mann

13 - an extremely youthful Leonardo DiCaprio and Johnny Depp in "What's Eating Gilbert Grape"

I would go as far as to say that Thursdays are just as good as Fridays.

lazy bum

The more I think about it the more I see it.




"And now, I get here, and I don't know what to do with myself. I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and everytime I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life"


I am Biff Loman. Which would make my dad Willy. My mum is not a Linda, though. That's why she'll never understand.

puss puss

I went to the market today and bought this little vintage frame. I admit, it was the picture inside the frame which made me want to buy it. When my exams are over, I'll clear out my room and my walls, then hang this up somewhere. I also bought a little floral dress which mum said reminded her of the English countryside. So I'm happy, and now anticipating warmer weather.

(unproductive weekend though, let's not talk about it. um....)

bluebird - bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.



there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?


rest of the poem here

110 sackville st

Whenever I experience something interesting, I make an effort to blog it. But who actually reads this thing? If you read this but you never comment, please say something. Anything. Even as anonymous. I like to think that you at least exist.

(above photos were taken with a holga with kodak portra 400vc)

last goodbye

I was listening to some Jeff Buckley today and was feeling soulful. I can't accept that he died so unspectacularly - he was so beautiful!

On a positive note though, how much does James Franco look like him in this picture?

kindness of strangers

I can't find my black tape and my little lens cap. That's two missing lens caps. I'm going to get leaky light, and I hate that(unless I'm controlling the leakiness). You probably have no idea why this is making me so mad.

Blame it on hormones, or call it the last straw...

...you are so lovely that I want to shoot you

with a camera....

all i do is lie to myself

In a moment of quiet contemplation, I realised why I enjoy photography. It isn't because I want to capture precious moments(sometimes, maybe); but rather, I want to recreate them completely - often deceptively. In effect I play my own God, and everyone wants to be their own God. When I see these pictures in 20 years time, I won't remember how bored or stressed I really was at the time. All I'll be thinking is "Oh, that looks like it was a nice day. And how young our skin looks!"




















fuji 400 in holga, it's sort of my thing.

my ultimate goal in life

I'm betting that Gabby is nodding.