Beautiful blueberries.

Starting to hallucinate........productivity levels minimal.... god my back hurts.... everyone disappeared from the internet hours ago....fucking pansies.... ARISHMANEV!!!! AAAAAARRRIIIISSHHHMMMANNNNEVVEEEVV!!!!!

All I feel like doing is taking pictures and playing on swings... for ever and ever and ever and ever... Particularly playing on swings while taking pictures. Why am I hopelessly romantic tonight? Fucking around on livejournal always does that to me. Most pleasant thought that has come from writing this paper: "A Pauline, la plus patiente des ( Read more... )

Freaking Laura, I hate hate how she can always tell when something is bothering me. God damn it ( Read more... )

4 a.m. walks ( Read more... )

Yesterday: Man, homeless man, intoxicated, staring outside a window onto Guy with heards of people passing in front. No one paying attention everyone looking down. Everyone in their bubble, alone, totally alone in sea of people. The man was talking to them through the window, though they couldn't hear. He was saying: its disgusting...can't you see ( Read more... )

Wednesday February 27th 2008: Class at 1:00, photography in 1970s. After class, Reggies with Matt, spontaneity, drinks, worst, and I do mean worst Ricards White on tap ever. Ever. 3$ pints and the fabulous idea of painting in Reggies. Bought 9 little sqared canvases and decided to paint only in black and white with the theme of insane asylum. Good ( Read more... )

I've started reading Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar again. This is not a good sign ( Read more... )

Photographers freeze time because they're too scared to live in it ( Read more... )

I had the most marvelous class this evening. My colour photo class is so inspiring, my teacher is is just simply fucking fantastic, she's makes you feel so comfortable and capable. She makes the medium exciting and beautiful, everytime I step out of that class I feel like shooting profusely. When I first started in photo classes after having been ( Read more... )