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I'm not sure I got the right shoes for winter. what do you think?

source unknown.

moo said the cow. maybe it's a bull, the pink confuses me. but of course it's a bull.

Aurel Schmidt doesn't only do pussy.

I wish my next big trip will be NYC, people keep telling me that it would be the perfect place for me. I have to yet check it out.

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it's my name day today. Happy name-day to me. I know it's weird, Swedish stuff.

a public open space in the private home. where they have parties, exhibitions and gatherings all together in their joined space. This is how I want to live.

ondesign.co.jp

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funny side note. it's my ex ex's birthday today. 24th august, I had almost forgot. I wonder if he's still alive. wow, it was six years ago, when I first fell in love with him.

henry and june.

henry and anaïs.

anaïs and june.

coco and igor.

boy and coco.

andy and edie.

Couples, who loved each other, made love shared views, gave inspiration and support. hated each other, gave pain to each other. gave life to one another. life is love, and love is life. romances, flirts and encounters.

They are all beautiful, even though they hurt us, gives us pain and scars. fuck us up and torture our mind. Greed is the cause of all pain.

when everything fails.

sunday morning.

I'm drawing again. It's been a while.

dem och regnet vaggar mig till sömns.

For the two past days, alone in my nineteenandahalf, I've again consumed a lot of movies. One of them was Wong Kar-Wai's Happy Together with Leslie Cheung and Tony Leung. One of my favourite director, my only one actually. This is about a gay couple in Argentina and their on and off relationship. This one did not hit me as WKW's other movies like In the mood for love or 2046. But it was beautiful and the story was sad as always..

Just love the sound of typing.

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I have chaos. I have butterflies. I have peace. I have motion. I have chaos.

Sorrow/The National.

Getting excited over WAY OUT, and I found this. How ironic.

good morning.

Morrissey/Paul Weller. Lawrence Watson.

it's sign right. it must be.

FOTOUTSTÄLLNING PÅ WHYRED. förfest innan WAY OUT.

uniform. my long black hair and perhaps paired with a pair of glasses or colored lips. right now daddy-ohs from the 80's.

But no, I don't really have a uniform that is garment related that I always always wear. Mostly if it seems like I have one it contains one single piece I'd overly wear one period and then lay it aside. Or a silhouette. Now it's my cream white see through shirt from Weekday.

his uniform. acne tee. black pants. golden shoes and hair.

I've been indulging in their worlds within when they were still just kids, running around New York growing up and aspiring to the artist they were.

Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe.

Egon Schiele of the day.

There is something about using architecture and photography together to create graphic sensations. I've found that to my liking, and that is also how i like to use my camera. I don't actually aim to take portraits or landscapes, but when I take my pictures I search for a certain balance in a graphic sense and how I find it aesthetically beautiful, whatever my objects. Maybe when I approve my graphic sheets enough I'll let you enter my photographs. but what's not to like with these pictures in the mean time when the photographer is mr. Slimane himself.

As of late, or maybe always, I only post fragmented posts about the feelings I have towards that particular day or moment. small fascinations without explanations or depth. but no apologies though, as I never really cared for your likings before my intentions with the blog. but I'm actually tired of it, and I myself don't get much out of it either. Maybe it is a way of saying I'm changing again, not the blog domain or whatever, but just changing. transforming. but how, why, when I'm not sure. not even sure if I will make a change here. but in real, I know I'm already on my way to step out the old and step in to something new.

human relations scares me.

abandoned.

tied to freudian strings and mirrored her childhood and her relations to her parents in her works, she was a great artist who's legacy we should embrace with awe and respect.

Klubb Boris, dricka vin ur vattenflaska, dansa järnet. Efterdagen brunch på Egg & Milk, blueberry bagel and pancakes with syrup. köpa genomskinlig skjorta och gå på sort-of-my-ex's spelning. Pizza först. så jag har något att spy upp ikväll.

Luxury carved in stone.

Lulu.

and you killed it.

folköl är underskattad.

midnight flower, purple.

Less wounded.

Marc Quinn, Self, 1990

His own head molded in his own blood.

kazimir malevich.

suprematism.