First holga film
Leaked light because of an untight film. Lotsa fun, definitely not the last one, learned only a bit. Here's the crop from the roll. Named them because I'm a pretentious kid who thinks vintage photos make me a bawss.
Yayyyyy.
Yayyyyy.
Un chat borgne et le passé |
Oreille d'une femme |
Fantôme sur la route |
Préméditation |
Carcasse |
Réalités alternatives |
This cold shivering in my chest...
Figurines that fall like leaves the disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling in & out of touch
Could someone please explain?
Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in & out of touch
Can anyone explain?
"
I want to wear some Julius
It is simply another protective layer that hides the flesh that conceals the insides that hides the soul or the lack of one. This veneer of fabric becomes a continuation of our personae. It communicates an impression that can be false. Therefore, I attribute great importance to the worship of this accessory. One can hide underneath in broad daylight until one forgets what one is hiding in the first place.
Absurdity is currency
Logic a rarity
Reason a luxury
Reality a mythology
Logic a rarity
Reason a luxury
Reality a mythology
Jesus help my pokerface!
It's getting heavier. Harder to take off. Maybe this is what I wanted all along. Maybe there was nothing to take off. But what if there was? Then, what lies beneath? The yet-to-be found Truth or am I already it? Am I coming to terms with the Truth or settling for a lesser one?
... a covering to disguise or conceal the face
Falling into character
Winter felt like she was not a season. She confessed that she thought she was merely the void in the Cycle of Seasons. All the intricacies and beauty of her arrival did not comfort her. For she remained frigid towards the other seasons, unable to bond with Spring, Summer and Autumn. Deep down, she wanted to fade away admist Time. The other seasons knew about this but did not care, according to them, it was but a fleeting state.
Une carte typographique
Put a big bird in a small cage and it'll sing you a song.
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."
A cage too big
A little different. Three small booklets/sketchbooks made up of all the excess paper and test prints from a school project that I could use. Bound with strings. 2010 is gonna be eco! (not)
2010 RESOLUTIONS:
- Uhm... post more shit.
- No last-minute school projects.
- Get fit. (sounds like 2009 all over! D:)
- Save money. (to splurge eventually?)
- Be a better human.
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