ph: Guy Aroch
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+more here
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
20
1. Days drag on.
2. I love you sugar king.
3. It's been quite a long time since last time my stomach killed me.
4. Being suspicious in love is not a smart thing.
5. When should I go to watch The Reader?
6. I am finally in the season 4 of Prison Break.
7. One of my fav chinese poets dropped me a line last Sunday.
8. S sent me a romantic sms in French last Saturday.
9. The word 'shampoo' has become my recent inspiration. Pronounce it. Rinse it.
10. Do you think I should dye my hair?
11. Reading your own diary is such a sensational thing.
12. Tell me one of your secrets.
13. karma. karma. karma.
14. I really enjoy reading stuff written by Kristen Shaw.
15. Shout at your boss. NOW.
16. My real name is Ally Scofield.
17. Believe me.
18. I feel a hole inside me.
19. How to get rid of the fear of being left out?
20. 'We are all connected cuz we are all alone.'
2. I love you sugar king.
3. It's been quite a long time since last time my stomach killed me.
4. Being suspicious in love is not a smart thing.
5. When should I go to watch The Reader?
6. I am finally in the season 4 of Prison Break.
7. One of my fav chinese poets dropped me a line last Sunday.
8. S sent me a romantic sms in French last Saturday.
9. The word 'shampoo' has become my recent inspiration. Pronounce it. Rinse it.
10. Do you think I should dye my hair?
11. Reading your own diary is such a sensational thing.
12. Tell me one of your secrets.
13. karma. karma. karma.
14. I really enjoy reading stuff written by Kristen Shaw.
15. Shout at your boss. NOW.
16. My real name is Ally Scofield.
17. Believe me.
18. I feel a hole inside me.
19. How to get rid of the fear of being left out?
20. 'We are all connected cuz we are all alone.'
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Loneliness is such a sad affair.
Sonic Youth coverd 'Superstar' by the Carpenters
Indulge yourself for more.
Friday, March 27, 2009
floating love
ph:David Meskhi
"...and both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love..."
— Gabriel García Márquez
Thursday, March 26, 2009
i know it's gonna be a very crazy post.
.
c a n d y
Candy is a story of love and addiction.
It's romantic, poetic, lyrical, frightening, bewildering, poignant, magnetic and beautiful.
I am sheer hooked.
You can tell Heath Ledger has his dark side.
Abbie Cornish is stunning and so talented.
She is the soul of the whole film.
The plot unfolds in three parts: heaven, earth, and hell.
It's hard for me to say which is my fav.
I love them all.
h e a v e n
e a r t h
h e l l
Candy wrote/read her poem.
The room is rife with a sense of incapability.
Echoes filter her.
"Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.
The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.
I want to try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business.
This, is what we're after.
With you inside me comes the hatch of death.
And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans.
Everywhere I looked.
And sometimes I hate you.
Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness.
Angel of the storm.
Remember me in my opaqueness.
You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth.
Fly away sun.
Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn.
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too.
I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name.
His name was Thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a voodoo drum."
film still
Go get hooked.
Placebo-[Broken Promise]
c a n d y
Candy is a story of love and addiction.
It's romantic, poetic, lyrical, frightening, bewildering, poignant, magnetic and beautiful.
I am sheer hooked.
You can tell Heath Ledger has his dark side.
Abbie Cornish is stunning and so talented.
She is the soul of the whole film.
The plot unfolds in three parts: heaven, earth, and hell.
It's hard for me to say which is my fav.
I love them all.
h e a v e n
e a r t h
h e l l
Candy wrote/read her poem.
The room is rife with a sense of incapability.
Echoes filter her.
"Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year.
All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.
The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.
I want to try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business.
This, is what we're after.
With you inside me comes the hatch of death.
And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.
We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans.
Everywhere I looked.
And sometimes I hate you.
Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness.
Angel of the storm.
Remember me in my opaqueness.
You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth.
Fly away sun.
Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn.
These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too.
I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name.
His name was Thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a voodoo drum."
film still
Go get hooked.
Placebo-[Broken Promise]
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Map of The Problematique
Muse - [Map of The Problematique]
"I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you
Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over?"
Today is totally in the mood of Muse.
siri for dansk #21
ph: Henrik Bulow
Love this editorial! Check the quotes written on Siri. Can't wait to grab an issue!
La Dolce Vita
"We must get beyond passions, like a great work of art. In such miraculous harmony. We should love each other outside of time... detached."
-Steiner, La Dolce Vita
-Steiner, La Dolce Vita
Reactionaries are paper tigers.
film still 'La Chinoise'
i don't know what the point is to post those photos, to be honest.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Glasvegas- It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
Let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight/
i think making up, faking up stories is alright/
tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing/
my attitude is always i and me and mine/
It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
i think making up, faking up stories is alright/
tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing/
my attitude is always i and me and mine/
It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry
my day so far in no particular order
Vive La Fete by Wouter Vandenbrink
wet shirt by Torbjorn Rodland
woodman7INGMAR SIEGRAM
www.myspace.com starluxe
ph: Yuji Takeuchi
by Cherry Seim
Casual_Urbano_Rachel_Alexander_ph Derek Katella
ph by Patrizio di Renzo
ScansGallery_Inconsciente_CitizenKSP_Spring07
1980_install by Richard Prince
league uniform by Paolo Roversi.
A six-part fugue from The Musical Offering, in the hand of Johann Sebastian Bach.
while
while there's no way to unload those desires and unlock all the love.
while the buried is long gone.
while the eyes are in tears for someone wrote you something like 'i miss you so much that i ache'.
while Bach cries when he laughs and laughs when he cries
while nonstop watering the cacti thrives the guilt.
while the buried is long gone.
while the eyes are in tears for someone wrote you something like 'i miss you so much that i ache'.
while Bach cries when he laughs and laughs when he cries
while nonstop watering the cacti thrives the guilt.
while paper cuts are being enjoyed.
while stems of mushrooms are being cherished.
while changes of your family name become pointless.
while synonym of antonym turns synonym.
while other posessions and attachments become unimportant.
while imitation is actually not a fixed style of composition.
Monday, March 23, 2009
WOMAN E
She woke up in the morning and had a terrible stomachache.
So she went to the hospital and the doctor asked her what her telephone number is before she left.
She walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi.
She thought for about 60 seconds before she could tell the driver where she was heading.
Before she got off the taxi, the taxi driver asked her what her telephone number is.
She felt nothing and said 'keep the change' to the driver.
She walked into a donut shop and bought several donuts for tomorrow's breakfast.
The donut boy asked what her telephone number is.
She thought abut asking for a free cup of coffee in exchange for the number.
But she decided to let her dirty thought and coffee slip away.
She stopped by the vinyl store a few blocks away and picked some velvet underground for her boyfriend.
She noticed a guy who had several Ella Fitzgerald's with him looking at her.
The Fitzgerald guy asked her telephone number.
She thought to herself that she would give him her number if he had either Nina Simone's or Billie Holiday's.
The records made her hands busy and she felt annoyed because of that.
She felt even more annoyed when her cell phone rang because her hands were full.
Someone walking by her gave her a hand.
A passenger, the stranger, seemed kind-hearted, but still asked what her phone number is when she finished the call.
She said 'thank you' with an awkward smile and left.
She saw an unfamiliar face at her front door.
Elle, Elise, Esther, Elaine
(click for comment for my answer and tell me yours.)
So she went to the hospital and the doctor asked her what her telephone number is before she left.
She walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi.
She thought for about 60 seconds before she could tell the driver where she was heading.
Before she got off the taxi, the taxi driver asked her what her telephone number is.
She felt nothing and said 'keep the change' to the driver.
She walked into a donut shop and bought several donuts for tomorrow's breakfast.
The donut boy asked what her telephone number is.
She thought abut asking for a free cup of coffee in exchange for the number.
But she decided to let her dirty thought and coffee slip away.
She stopped by the vinyl store a few blocks away and picked some velvet underground for her boyfriend.
She noticed a guy who had several Ella Fitzgerald's with him looking at her.
The Fitzgerald guy asked her telephone number.
She thought to herself that she would give him her number if he had either Nina Simone's or Billie Holiday's.
The records made her hands busy and she felt annoyed because of that.
She felt even more annoyed when her cell phone rang because her hands were full.
Someone walking by her gave her a hand.
A passenger, the stranger, seemed kind-hearted, but still asked what her phone number is when she finished the call.
She said 'thank you' with an awkward smile and left.
She saw an unfamiliar face at her front door.
He introduced himself as Sonic Boy and asked what her telephone number is before he gave her his homemade blueberry pie.
Before she took off her high heels, before she turned on the lights in the dining room, before she poured herself a glass of iced tea, before she recognized there was someone sitting in the dark awaiting her, before she was startled, the phone rang.
Before she answered it, she wondered what her telephone number is.
Absurdity. She answered to the phone.
Elle, Elise, Esther, Elaine
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
the hipsterS
the Stella McCartney Spring 2009 Presentation at The Jefferson Market Garden
Photography Terry Tsiolis
www.fotolog.com lies_corp
Photographed by Peter Lindbergh
fashionrocks
ph: Ren Rox
?
old dkny ad
So_Young_So_Cool_Steven Meisel
David Meskhi
film-My Own Private Idaho
league uniform by Paolo Roversi
ph: lele saveri
google
quote of this morning
"I'm fear those big words which make us so unhappy."- James Joyce
:Such as 'impossible', 'eternity', and 'fuck u'.
"Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you."- Jean-Paul Sartre
:I'll never get that.
"The lis is a condition of life."- Friedrich Nietzsche
:Lies you told are lies you didn't need.
:Such as 'impossible', 'eternity', and 'fuck u'.
"Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you."- Jean-Paul Sartre
:I'll never get that.
"The lis is a condition of life."- Friedrich Nietzsche
:Lies you told are lies you didn't need.
lovers
MichelleDan_HavredeGraceMD2 BY jack radcliffe
91MichelleDan_HavredeGraceMD by jack radcliffe
8-93Beppi-Stephen-Gunner1 BY jack radcliffe
eussi riah
ph: Christophe Meimoon.
ph: Hedi Slimane
id-iss-upbeat-everything-06 Mariano Vivanco
hair Karl Berndsen.
ph: Alexi Armanet
christain fucked up by William Galindo
Friday, March 20, 2009
山寨
這禮拜很忙，前兩天去參加Merrill Lynch投資說明會，點心很棒(迷你法國麵包夾馬玲薯黑胡椒蛋沙拉)，光一天我就喝了三瓶沛綠雅氣泡水，午餐則是難得素食也會超好吃(馬可波羅廳弄的)。
徐旭東英文講得超正，另外有一場冷門的mimi ito講網路文化跟消費者及社會影響有提到很酷的Jonathan Coulton，他贊成免費音樂共享，一首code monkey很適合鬱悶的上班族聽。code monkey dance也超白癡。
第二天的重點是luncheon speech的馬英九，他竟然有開放QA真令我驚訝，有一個大陸女花超多時間抱怨就算他是從倫敦來台也要經過嚴格嚴厲的身家調查等等等，總統只用了一句話就解決了這尷尬又有點無聊的處境，It's red tape. 漂亮的回答。
下面有一張我照的總統照，一張我scan有關山寨機和我亂寫一通的筆記。交集的圈圈圖是我有感而發。
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
In the good old...days
The Libertines-[The Good Old Days]
If you've lost your faith in love and music
Oh the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you then I too may lose it
And that would be wrong
I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days
tread softly
"I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly
because you tread on my dreams."
-W.B. Yeats- 'He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven'
x
Tread softly
because you tread on my dreams."
-W.B. Yeats- 'He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven'
x
ALISON
Jack Radcliffe began to photograph his daughter since she was born. This kind of documenting is passionate. The intimate moments captured are precious. The father-daughter collabaration, interesting!
COUPLES
Lina S
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promotional still from the film A Swedish Love Story, by Swedish film director Roy Andersson
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
i feel something
suite beauty by daniel riera
Romeo Mori
RJ SHAUGHNESSY
sasha
Nan Goldin For The New York Times
Daniel Riera
claudia grassl
anastasia-20 Hugo Arcier
2008-02-26b KABAKUBA
I just randomly uploaded some photos from the March 2008 archive. I was thinking if I should put down some quotes lingering in my head here. Somehow I just want to keep them to myself. Sometimes I don't know what i am thinking and how my brain is working.
"Stop asking yourself things don't matter."
Sunday, March 15, 2009
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling.
Lou Reed- [The Bed]
This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff
And this is the room where she took the razor
And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
+Berlin Live
my day so far in no particular order
Wataru Yoneda
Victoria Cornejo
Nataliea Steven Meisel
Madi ju
Johan Sandberg
flickr lucy-locket
daul kim's blog
Camargue1 Jenny Lexander
Sergei Sviatchenko
irina_rozovsky
基本上就是瘋狂地昏睡。
沒有夢到誰，
有很多沒看完的雜誌和書。
快樂地困在房間裡，
用我的Nokia E71搜尋別人的無線網路，
眼睛想通過玻璃杯看見他。
Friday, March 13, 2009
headshots
Colette Pechonova VogueFRMay08
Anabela
.
Julia Stegner
Vlada
Sigird
Lara Stone in Another Magazine Spring 2007 by Horst Diekgerdes
Natalia
Doutzen
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Michael Berg+David Fincher+Sputnik Lover+Thom Yorke
Last night I finished the Reader. I changed the story close to the end a bit and shared with someone. I found I can always be fascinated by suicides and am definitely a romantic. I felt touched in many parts of the novel and would crave for Michael Berg's love. Perhaps I don't need to. I won't tell you why.
It's hard to fall asleep and last the sleep. I woke up many times last night. I heard the phone rang, I heard the wind in the cemetery where Michael Berg has been. I know I was expecting something or someone, but in the end there was only me myself. I didn't feel especially depressed, but I didn't feel happy either.
"I was neither happy nor unhappy. That's why I can't go on."
I tried to go on, get back to sleep and somehow I succeeded. I dreamed of David Fincher. Hahaha. We had some kind of appointment at a restaurant next to a dental clinic. I was unusually late and when I arrived there I saw he was talking lightly with my father. They kissed. I woke up again. It was two thiry-four.
I felt oddly detached, and then I felt anxious not because of the dream but the fact that it was hard for me to get back to sleep. I wanted to call s. It is something good about loving him. I can call him anytime I want, even at three a.m. Sometimes I would simply tell him I couldn't sleep. He would say something sweet to make it easier. Sometimes I texted him questions. He would call back not to really answer them but tried to remain conscious and talked me into sleep again. He is my Sputnik Sweetheart.
I didn't call him after all because I was thinking whether I was the expected or the one who expected.
Then Thom Yorke came to my dream. The sleep was intermittent, so I remembered the dream better. I was going to take the afternoon off, negotiating with Ms. I-don't-know because Thom Yorke would pick me up at school. We were going to make a music video together. I wasn't sure how and I'm not sure now, but that doesn't matter. When he came to my classroom, boys, girls and teachers all screamed. They were showing their love for him of course. On the way we walked to the parking lot, Thom and I chatted like close friends. To my surprise, I found my accent truned Britsh little by little. Last time I talked to people with British accent is Suzanne Buckley in London. It was all about business. I wanted to ask her if she has anything to do with Jeff Buckley, but I never made it. Perhaps I will ask her some time in the near future. There are still something between me and Thom happened.
Thom Yorke's car smelt good, which means it smelt like a new car. He told me he loved the smell of the new car, too. I said I also loved the smell of painting and plastic seat. He said so did he. We shared things we loved and things we hated, and both found things we loved were more than things we hated. We would both fight for world peace. He told me not to eat microwaved food too often. He knew I loved the idea of suicides himself beforehand and he also foretold my death. It was beautiful.
The alarm clock drove him away. The day unfold and turned into the post below.
It's hard to fall asleep and last the sleep. I woke up many times last night. I heard the phone rang, I heard the wind in the cemetery where Michael Berg has been. I know I was expecting something or someone, but in the end there was only me myself. I didn't feel especially depressed, but I didn't feel happy either.
"I was neither happy nor unhappy. That's why I can't go on."
I tried to go on, get back to sleep and somehow I succeeded. I dreamed of David Fincher. Hahaha. We had some kind of appointment at a restaurant next to a dental clinic. I was unusually late and when I arrived there I saw he was talking lightly with my father. They kissed. I woke up again. It was two thiry-four.
I felt oddly detached, and then I felt anxious not because of the dream but the fact that it was hard for me to get back to sleep. I wanted to call s. It is something good about loving him. I can call him anytime I want, even at three a.m. Sometimes I would simply tell him I couldn't sleep. He would say something sweet to make it easier. Sometimes I texted him questions. He would call back not to really answer them but tried to remain conscious and talked me into sleep again. He is my Sputnik Sweetheart.
I didn't call him after all because I was thinking whether I was the expected or the one who expected.
Then Thom Yorke came to my dream. The sleep was intermittent, so I remembered the dream better. I was going to take the afternoon off, negotiating with Ms. I-don't-know because Thom Yorke would pick me up at school. We were going to make a music video together. I wasn't sure how and I'm not sure now, but that doesn't matter. When he came to my classroom, boys, girls and teachers all screamed. They were showing their love for him of course. On the way we walked to the parking lot, Thom and I chatted like close friends. To my surprise, I found my accent truned Britsh little by little. Last time I talked to people with British accent is Suzanne Buckley in London. It was all about business. I wanted to ask her if she has anything to do with Jeff Buckley, but I never made it. Perhaps I will ask her some time in the near future. There are still something between me and Thom happened.
Thom Yorke's car smelt good, which means it smelt like a new car. He told me he loved the smell of the new car, too. I said I also loved the smell of painting and plastic seat. He said so did he. We shared things we loved and things we hated, and both found things we loved were more than things we hated. We would both fight for world peace. He told me not to eat microwaved food too often. He knew I loved the idea of suicides himself beforehand and he also foretold my death. It was beautiful.
The alarm clock drove him away. The day unfold and turned into the post below.
my day so far in no particular order
Arnis Balcus - Naked- Matthew Bown Gallery.
Adriano Goldschmied Jeans
Adrian Parfene
vogueIT jan05 hollywood by Steven Meisel
?
mikhail wassmer
CRAIG FORDHAM
Dusan Reljin
Elkie Vanstiphout
CLOSE MY EYES III by AU Hoi Lam
David Meskhi
"Waltz With Bashir" film still
Glenn Gould plays Bach Prelude & Fugue in F minor
You are longing for someone.
You don't feel like getting up in the morning for a poor reason of living.
You want to be closer to the edge, to the sea.
Bach soothes you in meditative silence.
Today is either in F minor or in A minor.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
longing
ph: David Meskhi
"I don't remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone."
— Leonard Cohen (Book of Longing)
Sunday, March 08, 2009
my day so far in no particular order
anouck bertin
abless photos 88199349@N00.
Serge Guerand
flickr riebirne
flickr clouddinner.
Dean Rogers
NICO STINGHE
scarf by flickr mintyfresh
Sunday afternoon.
Drastically terrible headache.
Attrition.
Rewinding.
Reminding of something sour.
Aching.
"Sentimentalism is the working off on yourself of feelings you haven't really got."- D.H. Lawrence
"It made me nauseous, to float, weightless and spinning in the moon rock's white flare."- Janet Finch
"Let me listen to me and not to them."- Samuel Goldwyn
Old quotes you jotted down.
New interpretation you carried on.
.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
A KISS IS A KISS
Terry Tsiolis
?
Fabrizio Rainone
?
MODEL MARINA PEREZ
the misshapes by jason nocito
Jin Ohashi
stylist Yuri Kaji
hair stylist Franco Gobbi
teen vogue
jack siegel
last night party
from the selby
LOVEOLOGY
Friday, March 06, 2009
my day so far in no particular order
flickr anakras
Liu Jo FW 08.09 ad
Kazuhiro-Watanabe
Kenichi Hoshine Untitled 2007 oil on wood
hellin kay
HENRIK VERING BERLIN - DIE STADT UND DIE BEUTE
Cameron Russell model.
Hollis Brown Thornton
ph: Tim Walker
Liz Ham
Psycho Candy
Thursday, March 05, 2009
andy warhol show
ph: luyi
When it's not allowed to take pictures, you need someone to cover you. Thank you, S.
今天包包裡有什麼
- 皮夾
- 零錢包
- 摺疊傘
- mp4 player
- mp4 player傳輸線
- 裝滿音樂和秘密的USB兩枚
- 穿衣服的手機
- Upaper、爽報
- 圍巾
- 面紙三包
- 護脣膏
- 可打開圓鏡子
- 梳過rock star頭髮及名設計師使用過的黑色梳子
- Kodak 120 B&W待洗底片一捲
- 擦過敏的藥
- UPS收據一張
- 忘記換的全家集點卷一張
- 3M後踵護貼一盒
- 兩張日本人的名片
- 四張過期的遠東百貨主題餐廳100元抵用卷
- 兩張要碎紙的信用卡帳單
- 衛生棉
- 一隻喜來登的轉轉筆一隻黃色螢光筆一隻錢櫃的按壓筆
- 書：The Reader
- 夾著拍立得數張及百貨公司摸彩券的記事本
- 幾個昨天從美容診所偷來的醫用橡皮手套
- 三顆芒果軟糖
- 3M標籤貼
- 昨天發的這個月的薪資單
- 印出來Morrissey和Okkervil River歌詞
- Johnny Depp名信片
- 剩下的空白的用來寫驚喜給S的橫條筆記紙
- 從雜誌上撕下來的Olga Sherer的D&G手錶廣告
- 一個透明文件套
有些東西真的很莫名其妙。
- 零錢包
- 摺疊傘
- mp4 player
- mp4 player傳輸線
- 裝滿音樂和秘密的USB兩枚
- 穿衣服的手機
- Upaper、爽報
- 圍巾
- 面紙三包
- 護脣膏
- 可打開圓鏡子
- 梳過rock star頭髮及名設計師使用過的黑色梳子
- Kodak 120 B&W待洗底片一捲
- 擦過敏的藥
- UPS收據一張
- 忘記換的全家集點卷一張
- 3M後踵護貼一盒
- 兩張日本人的名片
- 四張過期的遠東百貨主題餐廳100元抵用卷
- 兩張要碎紙的信用卡帳單
- 衛生棉
- 一隻喜來登的轉轉筆一隻黃色螢光筆一隻錢櫃的按壓筆
- 書：The Reader
- 夾著拍立得數張及百貨公司摸彩券的記事本
- 幾個昨天從美容診所偷來的醫用橡皮手套
- 三顆芒果軟糖
- 3M標籤貼
- 昨天發的這個月的薪資單
- 印出來Morrissey和Okkervil River歌詞
- Johnny Depp名信片
- 剩下的空白的用來寫驚喜給S的橫條筆記紙
- 從雜誌上撕下來的Olga Sherer的D&G手錶廣告
- 一個透明文件套
有些東西真的很莫名其妙。
room (it's not my room)
ph: luyi
"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time."
— Haruki Murakami
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Placebo
Taking quite a lot of Placebo these days.
Placebo-[I Know]
I know, you cut me loose in contradiction
I know, I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know, it's asking for your benediction
Placebo-[The Crawl]
Your smile would make me sneeze
when we were Siamese
Amazing grace in here
I'd pay to have you near.
Placebo-[My Sweet Prince]
So before I end my day
remember
My sweet prince
you are the one
You know I mean you. x
Placebo-[I Know]
I know, you cut me loose in contradiction
I know, I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know, it's asking for your benediction
Placebo-[The Crawl]
Your smile would make me sneeze
when we were Siamese
Amazing grace in here
I'd pay to have you near.
Placebo-[My Sweet Prince]
So before I end my day
remember
My sweet prince
you are the one
You know I mean you. x
YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT
baby model Mina Cvetkovic
ph: Dewey Nicks
ph: Juergen Teller
ph: Carter Smith
the cobrasnake
model julia stegner
model Masha Novoselova. from face hunter
ph: Sean & Seng
Marc by Marc Jacobs Fall 2005 Ready to Wear Backstage.
Topmodel Doutzen rust met gezonde snack
uffie from the cobrasnake
ph: van tri le
gummy bear art by Ya Ya Chou
Model Citizen page from Nylon October 2006 Lindsay Ellingson
Yes.
Do you have someone who would whisper "Okkervil River" and sing their songs into your ear? (click to listen to them "for real")
I do.
Do you have someone who would move/shake/act like Ian Curtis singing to the part "Dance Dance Dance... to the Radio" on the stage for you whenever you made a request? (click if you don't get what i meant.)
I do.
I do.
Do you have someone who would move/shake/act like Ian Curtis singing to the part "Dance Dance Dance... to the Radio" on the stage for you whenever you made a request? (click if you don't get what i meant.)
I do.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
twist of time
film: le petit soldat
?
the cobrasnake
Lina Scheynius
hasisi park
Roberta Ridolfi
Jan Rothuizen by Manon van der Zwaal
adriana petit
google image: kodak 120 black and white
film: Jules et Jim
Kasia Struss by Martina Hoogland- Ivanow
Katsuhide Morimoto
memorial day weekend by Hollis Brown Thornton
MONIKA BIELSKYTE
I wear party dress to work. We laughed at Jules et Jim. I will develop your Holga photos maybe later. My vacation ends and my head explodes. I've suffered slightly insomina for the last few days. Who broke free and ran? Moving backward slowly and feeling awkaward gradually. You are French New Wave. We've been isolated yet connected. There are loads of sweet kisses and tangles. Tangles of hair, of legs, of the moment. Seize the day. Be in our own film. Be who you aren't. Private room. Games. Dance. Music and sharing. Loving. Intimacy. Twist of time. Hang on.
Monday, March 02, 2009
「因為是秋天我發現對我寫過的詩我差不多都是不安的因為我沒能把它們寫成另一種樣子。想想我原本可能不是現在這樣寫著字的這個人只要同時寄出的兩封信裝錯了信封一切因緣際會稍稍錯失你就再也不知道你是誰的輪迴轉世。某躲閃、逃遁、遺忘，某嫌惡、某錯愕、某轉移、誤導。某劫持。某離開正路。給某旅行者指引方向。以為有些什麼決定又要改變安靜地站起來走動躡\足穿過所有房間。
如果我不是現在寫著的自己可能就會走進另外一個房間看見另外一本打開的筆記和另一支拔開筆套的筆，但看不見已經離開的那個人。那個人並不愛你並沒有讓你把牙印留在膀上我就坐下來假裝是他正在寫如果我不是現在的自己我就會正愛著你而且我又不是他在另外一個房間假裝著我。想想這些沒有機會成為另一些詩的詩。某晦暗、潮溼與偏執。」
──夏宇自序●逆毛撫摸
如果我不是現在寫著的自己可能就會走進另外一個房間看見另外一本打開的筆記和另一支拔開筆套的筆，但看不見已經離開的那個人。那個人並不愛你並沒有讓你把牙印留在膀上我就坐下來假裝是他正在寫如果我不是現在的自己我就會正愛著你而且我又不是他在另外一個房間假裝著我。想想這些沒有機會成為另一些詩的詩。某晦暗、潮溼與偏執。」
──夏宇自序●逆毛撫摸
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