24.4.11

Kids.

Day thirty four.

I've been out walking, I don't do too much talking. These days, these days, these days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do and all the times I had the chance to.

Day thirty three.

This is my youngest cousin. I went to visit my family yesterday and took some pictures of him and his brother, so I'll be posting them here today. Tell me your thoughts please

22.4.11

Day thirty two.

we could go, we can travel round, fading farther from me with your face in my window call. All flowers in time bend towards the sun. I know you say that there's no one for you but here is one.
 

21.4.11

Day thirty one

What direction should we choose? We're lost and still confused. I walk into the sun with you the only one who understood the ways. The hours became days, the weeks turn into months, we walk into the sun.
In space all things are slow, no sound with speakers blown. The silence fits the scene, the prince is now the king. Neon blurs my sight, I'm guided by strange lights.

20.4.11

Pull&Bear SS11

PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
PULL & BEAR · SPRING SUMMER 2011 PHOTO CAMPAIGN
I wouldn't normally post here pictures from fashion brands or similar things, but those above just fascinated me. Those are really adorable and have a romantic side mainly because of the flowers, light fabrics, the sun, the river. I love them. Tell me your thoughts!
You can see the rest here

Day Thirty.

I live my life in cocaine just a rage and three kinds of yes and I've made stairways such scenes for things that I regret. Oh, those days in the sun they bring a tear to my eye. Tonight I'm gonna rest my chemistry
But you're so young, you're so young you look in my eyes. You're so young. So sweet. So surprised.

18.4.11

Day twenty eight.

Leave the horror here. Forget the horror here. Leave it all down here. It's future rust and then it´s future dust. I'm the fury in your head, I'm the fury in your bed. I'm the ghost in the back of your head.

17.4.11

Day twenty seven.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.

Flickr Sunday - Lauryn Holmquist.


 This is an adorable flickr of a girl who likes to take photos with her boyfriend. Well, not all are kisses or cuddles, but the most part it is, which makes it so lovely and pure. I don't know much about her, only her Flickr and her Tumblr, but I trully advise you to look through her amazing photographs, you won't be sorry!
Finally I fought my laziness and went outside to take some photographs. The days have been really sunny, and today I decided I had to do something. So besides the shooting I've been reading on the grass which was something I haven't done in quite a long time. Anyway, my absence around here isn't only due to my slothfulness, I have had lots of work at university and then it was time to party (the academic week, you can call it like that) and it was seven nights partying which makes kind of dificult to do something other than sleeping during the day. Anyways, I'm really sorry for the lack of posts and I'll try to be here more often. Oh and by the way, I ended one film today, so analog photos to come!