- – – – – – – – – – This is a photo shoot I did with a fashion blogger friend of mine. We’d been delaying it for a while, and I find that sometimes the more I delay something, the less excited I am about the results. I like how these turned out …
- – – – – Desolation. Dereliction. Avenues. Vast spaces. Early evening fog. Chills down the spine. Walk on, away, toward. A cold that penetrates. A silence by a river that has stopped its flow. Walking on, walking away. Quiet companions. Am I truly lost, or projecting thoughts Onto the city’s canvas? I am not …
I drew a lot of the inspiration for this particular series of photographs from my old journals. I used to jot down a few phrases or thoughts every day when I was younger (now, it’s more like never-ending monologues on screen) and a lot of them were about the people I’d met along the way …
Since I’ve started the blog with old analog photos, I thought I might as well follow up in a similar vein with these lomo shots from my Interrailing trip. Taken with a Diana F+, when I looked at them later I felt the style really fits some of the places we’d visited like the concentration …
* Sunday. The courtyard is as quiet as it seemingly always is these days. There are no lights on in any of the windows, no human sounds. I wonder who we are, mice, living in the throbbing, leaking heart of a big city, where foreigners come to dance and stumble their way along our doors … Continue reading
* The badly rehearsed act of goodbye stretched on forever. Moments in which you’re trying to hold back tears inevitably do. You stand fidgeting, awkwardly exchanging useless speculation – „Yes, I think you’ll probably arrive on time.“ „No, don’t worry, I’ll be fine.“ „I don’t know if you needed to reserve a seat in advance, … Continue reading
His summer skin was my favorite canvas. When the season we’d stretched far beyond its limits surrendered, I took a biro to draw the only constellation I know on his new body. Am I a star yet? Not a chance, I said. They take too short a time to die. What then? I’d wanted to … Continue reading
* The sea, the sea. Go to your old mistress, I thought, immerse your body in the salt water to say goodbye, yourself for the last time. Go to the sea and jump in head first as you’ve always done. Then rise out of eternity, let the salt dry in the sun and be done. … Continue reading
How We Learned To Stop Worrying and Embrace Our Inner Hipsters (Because this has been going around the Internet and I thought it would be a fun side project, because Peter has an awesome beard that ranks pretty high on my top favorite things of all time and it’s summer so its days are numbered … Continue reading
* I didn’t understand it, couldn’t fathom the reckless wastefulness of running in circles to the point of dizziness sheltered in between the glass panels of a revolving door that was our life – always on the run, always bridging the same distance, always going forwards by going backwards, always never standing still. I didn’t … Continue reading
“Think of that: in a sense I will be speaking again just to you. And remember this: the page you are looking at now, I once typed the words with care with you in mind under a yellow light with the radio on.” Charles Bukowski _ When I sat down to work, it wasn’t … Continue reading
