She Spoke Little English (We Laughed And Drank Whiskey Instead)
Thursday, 2nd October 2014. Amsterdam.
Imperial Bedrooms: Rain. Forest.
Thursday, 17th June 2010.
repeatedly, national television shows Mette Marit coming out of the main cabin of the Norwegian royal yacht in a grey dress. her thighs are long and slim and she looks great as she bends down. I turn the TV off and listen to Dengue Fever. it rains outside, and I wonder if I should read the new Bret Easton Ellis novel or not.
ToyCam Application 10 – Peony
Wednesday, 9th June 2010.
it is commonly held that art shouldn’t mimetically reproduce reality, rather it should produce its own realities.
but these are plums
Tuesday, 25th May 2010.
I talk to my boss about baked trout, falling stock exchanges, how some employees abuse their liberties and how the Japanese celebrate spring by photographing the blooming of the cherry tree and how cherry blossoms symbolize the ephemeral nature of life.
And Dripping Wet It Said: Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture
Thursday, 20th May 2010.
As the sun slowly sets I shoot my flash directly into the petals of a flaming red tulip, and dripping wet it said: shake it, baby, shake it like a Polaroid picture.
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