your time sees more days than mine

J'suis un mannequin glace avec un teint de soleil ( Read more... )

I live, I am still in the act of living and very much so. I simply appear at new points on the globe and exude my force of will

h1>LJ Interests meme results

1. berlin:
   I have always loved berlin, owing that love largely to my partial German heritage. It is a city that throughout history can never be broken
2. cindy sherman:
   She is one of my favourite avant garde photographers
3. francis picabia:
   one of the most under rated dadists of his time, or any time for that matter
4. ingmar ( Read more... )

I do live and I promise to make up for my lack of posts once the film festival is over and my week long champagne hang over receds.

It occurs to me that most of you lack even the most cursory knowledge of who I am. I do believe in keeping my journal as a guarded safe place that allows me to express the few thoughts I do have time to put to paper. Though there is no joy in writing in a vacuum. So it is with much trepidation that I complete one of these banal internet surveys. I ( Read more... )

Though we speak different languages I can feel her pull upon me. She speaks in a language of ageless ideals, hope, and beauty. Her eyes have yet to be dulled as mine by the movement of time and the cruel bitter cynicism I have grown over my skin. I can see the zeal burn in her eyes even as she sleeps, all the while I hold her and worry that she ( Read more... )

I really must apologize for not posting in such a long time. Many things have changed in my life since the last time I updated my journal. The winter season has begun to bear down upon my fair city in ways that always turn my thoughts to moving elsewhere. Winter in Toronto is a gloomy observance of washed out grey tones and disparaging national ( Read more... )

The sincerest of apologies to everyone whom I have added and have kindly added me back only to find few posts. I promise I shall remedy that shortly, I had one of my mad weeks and decided to on a whim go to Lyon. It had been a dark period for the last month or so, and with little option left I decided that a change of continent was needed. I had ( Read more... )

I had a lovely meal with an acquaintance of mine named Paul. Paul is a very interesting character, what little of him I know. We met several months ago at a gallery opening and seem to travel in the same circles. Paul is a professor of some sort, though I never bothered to ask him of what. Normally one could assume that these sorts of things would ( Read more... )