My latest reads.

In purple I read about Kim Gordon, Mark Ronson and the philosophy of Alain Badiou. And lots of what we call fashion porn. Naked bodies in other words.

In New China New Art, I read about how the scene of art has changed throughout history after the cultural revolution, which I have yet to dig more in to figure out what it really was about. And the conflict between modernism/westernism and the traditional in chinese contemporaries work.

Good reads.

Oh, I'm doing therapy again. Last therapy session for a friend. Then I'm going big. Exhibition coming up, featuring a work I have yet to get started with.

More on that later.

Zhang Huan, 1998.

Lady Gaga, Vogue Hommes Japan à la Terry Richardsson, 2010

I wanted to do a clever piece about this but it slipped my mind, and I totally forgot about it. Too lazy to dig it up, I'm just gonna post these two pictures. That's all.

When I was younger, I believed I could grow up to be sailor moon.

"The incorporation of contemporary art seems artificial to me. It's only pretend, and like all pretense it has only a transitory effect. It isn't nothing, but it is pretend"

Exceprt from Purple Fashion interview by Olivier Zham with Alain Badiou.

I'm not sure I have enough going on in my head to make a response to that myself.

If I have, I'll let you know.

flash proof. before going out one night in gothenburg. unrevealed reveal.

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real posts are the ones I never publish.

These are the pros with being sick. You get to read the long anticipated fashion porno 'Purple Fashion', drinking way to much coffee, play with daddys new phone and spend waay to much time on the inthernett.

And making another attempt on reviewing art online. DILETTANTE APPROACH.

Chinese herbal meds FTW.

terence koh by yvan rodic.

you just can not NOT love this man.

I've never seen him wear anything but black and white ensembles.

Monochromatic ones.

Yves. Still. Lives.

L'AMOUR FOU, is coming up.

A film about Yves Saint Laurent's and Pierre Bergé's love.

"Hon" at the Modern Museum STHLM, 1966.

A cathedral where you entered between her legs and inside you'd find a milkbar, art exhibitions and much more.

niki de saint phalle and jean tinguley. Art worlds Bonnie & Clyde. with whom she made art collaborations, life partner and friend. art saved her from a nervous break down at 22, art became her therapy.

it struck me when I was meeting up with my mother at the station, that I've been missing her a lot. I love her.

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helt sinnes hur man kan sakna något som man bara hade i några få veckor. känslor, det är något helt galet och okontrollerbart.

Daphne at her best. reminds me of this photo.

nobuyoshi araki. don't google him, he'll offend you. he offended me.

the dreamers (2003).

postponed emotions.

William Eggleston signed my book, we drank wine, we danced. we kissed.

W. Eggleston's exhibition and indie-pop club.

eaten palermo pie and drank coffee.

read tatarkiewicz five times and rita felski two.

listened to the knife and monarchy.

klubb svanen tonight. drink wine and dance all night.

i'm still in a mellow melancholic mode.

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mellow satisfaction. perhaps it had to do with our gloomy mode we both were in. the exhibitions were made for that kind of mood. I could write several essays about each work of sophie calles. but no, I haven't and I wont. so go there and feel. and just be with the art.

in order. Alberto Giacometti. entrance to Warhol after Munch, The sleepers and When What? Berque Sophie Calle.

this weekends get-away was Louisiana. Much anticipated visit resulted in a somewhat mellow satisfaction. Still it was good. It was mr Warhola and ms

Sohpie Calle on the menu after all.

This made up my mind.

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EXHIBITION COMING UP.

William Eggleston at Hasselblads in just ten days.

LOVELOVELOVE.

so damn excited.

And ms Sophie Calle in October.

Haven't been this happy in months.