It was a tired sentence, Worn out, centuries old maybe, Dried on the beautiful lips of an old woman, Looking far, without seeing… Rubbing her majestic wrinkles together to warm up her hands in a winter morning… Or was it the flame that died, long ago, unnoticed, In a house abandoned abruptly, Never to see …
the castle is gone, the walls are broken, the roof’s, fallen down, there is no lake, there is no crane, no hairs hoppin’ on, there are no clouds in the sky, just dust, dust, dirty and brown, but there, he sat, in the middle of the rubble, in this abandoned town. a migrant body, with …
the air tastes of madness a madness untold, the winds whispers in the branches, the mist, the light, the cold, and the trembling eyes of the deer, knowing whats about to come, but you’re sitting behind your desk, chewing on your gum the number goes up, for the bastards in suits, all my life goes …
A small light flickers at the end of this cold dark tunnel… I pull myself together… I push ahead… Knee deep in sewage… The light of a flash light… Held by a hand… Out of a uniform sleeve… beating my friend… my lover… Where I stand, I see the flickering light… I’m conditioned… to find …
Conceived in the middle of falling rockets!I came to this world as the manifestation of my mother’s conspiracy to play god!To summon hope in a hopeless world!The aberration!White haired and heavy!Cut out of her, leaving a mark for ever! The bastard son!Made of gold and dirt.Destined to shine!With a single rose petal,beating desperately in my …
I was walking down the road,One day…In my little conformist life…Going to work or school or some shit…Or on my way back home…Getting groceries…or thinking about what my career path would lead to…I’m telling you…it was just a normal day…like so many we have had before…He showed up with a crowd of other animals… dusty …
So I went and saw the this opera interpretation of death and the maiden at Malmö opera. Now Im putting my headphones on, put some Victor Jara and tell you what I think about this thing I experienced! First of all, not too many people showed up so they had to squeeze the hall to …
In the little free time that I have, I have been slowly buying and building a small archive of old photos and with a bit of focus on glass plats. Today it reached 100 plates some in the 8×8 cm magic lantern format and some 9×12 cm. I have been packing the plates up and …
So I bought this beautiful hilba camera in an online auction . A real beauty! It came in a horrible package. The person selling it to me had no regard for cameras and it made me real sad! It seemed like it was someones grandparents’ camera or something that they wanted to get rid of. …
Past few years, Ive been up to collecting, maintaining and using old cameras. It all started when one of my partners directed her passion towards photography and i managed to vicariously enjoy the process of analog film photography. I remember one day we were talking about costs of development and printing and i had this …