mardi 29 janvier 2008

29-01-08

what really happens when two men face each other at gunpoint ?
do they really think about anything at all when they look throught this narrow tunnel ?
the domino effect ?
family
wife
child
man
brother
the cause
the worth of it all
the powers
the manipulation
the insignifiance

does the train of thought go clickety click ?
faces ?
moments of a past life ?
impressions ?
smells ?
tastes ?

they say that your life falshes in your mind before you die
as you want to hold onto all that you cherish the most
memories
the past
whereas you spend your time thinking 
of what your life could be
could have been
would be

hold the trigger

breathe



free music

dimanche 27 janvier 2008

27-01-08


sunday
confession

being in love


nothing matters
reduced to a barely respectable 
magma of neuronic chemistry
you watch the world go round
you wait
you hope
you despair
you aggravate

nervous ?
yes
of fumbling, stumbling, falling rediculously

frightened ?
yes
of losing her.

a friend told me 
"being in love is being jealous 24/7"

not jealousy, envy
not being able to be there when others are
and i'm the only one to blame
the only one
me
hurts my pride
yes, envy,
more, and more,
pure greed, never satisfied, never happy,
mine, my selfish mine,
asking for more, dragging it out from even deeper,
eat all you can just is not enough
this insatiable gluttony riding on over drive
knows no limits
and you wait
i wait
I sloth
meandering king of patience, annihalator of boredem,
mastermind of the next faulty move
the next faux pas
i look for signs that mean nothing 
but reasure me in the most trivial of ways
and pave my way into some sort of sanity.

beautiful sin
beautiful toxin

lust, all in our mind, creeping deeper and deeper in our minds 
frustration growing thus creating a violent anger screaming silently
into a dark void

toxic sin



vendredi 25 janvier 2008

25-01-08




"L'art c'est de transformer une matière brute et en faire quelque chose d'humain, qui nous ressemble. Ici, la matière n'est pas le taureau, mais sa charge. Le taureau, c'est l'ennemi, l'adversaire : c'est au moment où le torero a faite sienne cette charge, qu'il l'a rendue la plus humaine, que le taureau meurt". Francis Wolff

Hey babe, I for one, as a human, can't relate to that...
read this cross interview yesterday about bull fighting. 
two afficionados gloryfying the art, explaining with such ease
how it was noble and beautiful to fight bulls.
just by using the word humain
and associating it 
with 
the 
act 
of 
killing 
made the whole conversation so surreal.
i can understand the beauty of the art, 
but why does the bull have to die ?
the torero was saying that in all his years 
of fighting, 
and killing
he had never seen pain in the eyes of a bull.

(excuse my poor humour)

it's a load of bullshit if i've ever seen any

jeudi 24 janvier 2008

24-01-08





Football, the ONE true religion in this world.
So much love, so much passion, so much anger,
so many true feelings, united in one arena for 90 minutes.
it's awesome how the energy generated by the sport 
captivates so many people around the world at the same time.
Kids wear the same Ronaldo shirts in Shanghai, Paris or Mexico...
You want spiritu sante ? watch football
none if that "i'll go to mass on sunday and redeem my sins"
your team wins you're happy, it looses : FUCK and full stop.

Spurs beat Arsenal and THAT, is heaven.

dimanche 20 janvier 2008

21-01-08

Pix galore today

Fashion

Portraits

Travels

20-01-08



A Madras is a cocktail named most probrably after the having witnessed too many sunsets on the Indian coast...
It's composed of lots of vodka, orange juice and a splash of cranberry juice.
Does one ever get bored of sunsets ?

Venice Beach
sunset
jealous ?
yep ! 
you bet i am.


jeudi 17 janvier 2008

16-01-08



Are we goldfish ?

i guess that like us, it all depends on who shares your aquarium,
on how big your aquarium is, on how clean it is, 
on the different distractions you have in it,
the view you have out of it,
the food you eat, the cleansiness of the water you drink,
the amount of exercise you do,
and on how dreaming of the outside world keeps you going.

Yes, we are all goldfish

jeudi 10 janvier 2008

10-01-08



Cornelia Parker.
i discovered her work last night and find it amazing.
above : Cold Dark Matter : An exploded view.
i so relate to it
awesome

mercredi 9 janvier 2008

09-01-08


happy
H is for happy
A is for 'appy
P is for p
Y is for why is it so easy to be happy but so fucking hard to achieve happiness

lundi 7 janvier 2008

07-01-08

so here we are, 
the new year
so how does it feel ?
the same as we left the last one ?
better ?

how about same time last year ?
how was that ?
how did it end ?

actually ever since i don't know when,
on new year's eve i always set myself 
a stupid bet...
if i drive home safely despite the three bottles of wine in my blood,
it'll be a great year kind of bet...

it worked on several occasions
so i'm kind of hooked on to this silly superstitious act

so let it be known that 2008 SHOULD/WILL be
one hell of a fucking great year

i wish myself nothing 
but to get through this one with as little scars as possible

and to you
dear reader, 
what do i wish you?

peace
love

always
love