jeudi 28 août 2008

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
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.

mercredi 27 août 2008

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.

dimanche 24 août 2008

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....)

mardi 19 août 2008

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

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
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
and we sleep together like
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do

rest of the poem here

samedi 16 août 2008

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)

mercredi 13 août 2008

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?

lundi 11 août 2008

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...

samedi 9 août 2008 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.

lundi 4 août 2008

my ultimate goal in life

I'm betting that Gabby is nodding.