Sorry Mum (I’m Painting Walls Illegally Now)

Friday, 7th August 2015. Stavanger, Norway.

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Everybody’s Got A Secret, Sonny (Edge Of Town)

Wednesday, 8th April 2015. Stadiongracht, Amsterdam, The Netherlands.

It’s More Important To Live Right (Than Die Right)

Sunday, 15th March 2015. Amsterdam.

Sunday, 15th February 2015.

Fly Above The City (Like A Shadow On The Sky)

Saturday, 31st January 2015.

Oh, You Said It Felt Like When You Learned To Float (Weightless Again)

Sunday, 12th October 2014.

She Spoke Little English (We Laughed And Drank Whiskey Instead)

Thursday, 2nd October 2014. Amsterdam.

Day Five: Oh, Shanghai Whispers (Learn Your Lessons, Lead Me Home)

 

Thursday, 29th May 2014. Shanghai.

Oh, You Held That Glass So Tight (And I Saw You In My Nightmares)

Thursday, 24th April 2014. ICE Frankfurt – Cologne, Germany.

Oh, And Drift Softly In The Rain (Like Dragonflies in Love)

Saturday, 12th April 2014.

Oh, Those Shadows That Climb (Open A Door Lit With Forgotten Light)

Wednesday, 9th April 2014.

Oh, Where Girls In White Nightgowns Wander Barefoot In Their Sleep

Saturday, 5th April 2014.

Oh, Weightless Again (Through The Trees)

Saturday, 29th March 2014.

And The Wind Will Be My Blue Hands (Far From Any Road)

Tuesday, 25th March 2014.

He Drank And He Dreamt Of Visions (When The Salmon Still Ran Free)

Not A Sound, Except Muted Country Music (Inland Empire)

Wednesday, 16th October 2013.

The Beautiful Afternoon (Watching Them. Shooting Them)

Wednesday, 4th september 2013.

The Best Writers Apparently All Come From Odda (Samtale Ventar)

Sunday, 21st July 2013. Andalucia.

He’s Still There, Still Sleeping (Beer Still Untouched)

Tuesday, 25th June 2013. Greece.

In The Hills, Closer To The Moon (I’m Bad Without You)

Thursday, 4th April 2013.

Your Eyes So Blind, Your Blood So Cold (Midweek Hangover)

Day Four: El Maricón Alemán (Utanfor Sesongen)

Day One: My Grandfather Named Her After The Snow

Lily: Out Of The Water, Out Of Itself

August Monday, And I Stay In The Bar For Some Mackerel

Proudly Swept, By The Rain Of The Cliffs

Meanwhile, Somewhere In Norway 11: Park Life

Monday, 30th July. 2012.

Day One: Oh, So That’s How We Hula-Hula

Sunday, 15th July 2012. Lost somewhere in The Mediterranean.

Oh, That Sweet Smell Of Warm Summer Asphalt

Saturday, 14th July 2012.

Hold My Hand, Close Your Eyes (Melancholia)

Sunday, 20th May 2012.

Hey Joe, Send Me My Ukulele As Soon As You Can, I’m Really Desperate!

Wednesday, 21st December 2011.

Floating, Into The Night

Thursday, 13th October 2011.

Oh, That Southern Accent Still

Thursday, 25th August 2011.

Some, August Saturday

Somewhere, Late On A Late Summer Sunday

Berre Meg, Eller Har Sosiologane Teke Heilt Over I Morgenbladet?

Saturday, 9th July 2011.

Bringing It Back, Again, On Maundy Thursday

A Rose, By Any Other Name

Monday, 18th April 2011.

Belladonna, January 2011

It’s early January, and I seek refuge indoors.

Oh, But It’s Colder Now And I Want Mutton! Fårikål, For God’s Sake!

Tuesday, 12th October 2010.

Love Is A Rose, Lust Is A Lily

Saturday, 4th September 2010.

Green Rays, Revisited

Tuesday, 31st August 2010.

ToyCam Application 12 – Rhododendron. Rain.

Friday, 25th June 2010.

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.

ToyCam Application 9 – Dandelion

Monday, 7th June 2010.

Oh My, Sun Day

Sunday, 6th June 2010.

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.

Narcissus. Haloed.

Tuesday, 18th May 2010.

still here. reaching.