25.1.11
24.1.11
23.1.11
Flickr Sunday - Lina Scheynius.
This is one of the most beautiful flickrs I've ever seen. You'll be in love as soon as you click on her flickr.
Day nine.
Take the poison of your rage to lick your fingers when you turn the page. What I remember is what you know is right, in the city you see only lies.
22.1.11
Day eight.
Well, I stand up next to a mountain and I chop it down with the edge of my hand. I pick up all the pieces and make an island, might even raise a little sand.
Just a small note
I'm sorry for the lack of posts these past days but I've been really busy working for university projects. Very soon I'll make up for it.
19.1.11
Day six.
Yes, how many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.
18.1.11
17.1.11
Day Four.
Close your eyes and make believe you can do whatever you please. I wanna know, I think I better go
Let's go walkin on water now you think I'm Satan's daughter. I wanna know
Please let me go!
Please let me go!
16.1.11
Flickr Sunday - Annette Pehrsson.
Every Sunday I'll make a post about my favourite Flickrs, and the first one is Annette Pehrsson's Flickr. This is one of my favourites of all time, she has some gorgeous, dreamy and inspiring photographs. Usually Annette uses her zenit and Polaroid to shoot some beautiful things, the fact that they are mostly analog is what makes her pictures magical and amazing.
She has two books, one with polaroid pictures, and another with Zenit-b shoots. (On the links you can preview the books and buy them if you like).
Besides the Flickr, she has a websiteshowing her work. Enjoy!
(on a side note, I must admit that it was very difficult to choose between those amazing photographs.)
15.1.11
14.1.11
Day one.
the troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you.
I try to stay awake but it's fifty eight hours since that I last slept with you.
What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore.
What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore.
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