Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
The roadrunner.
These images are epic, seriously. They make me think of Mad Max II. How cool is that? Not very. Things are kind of weird right now, in a bad way. Don't worry, though. I'll sort something out. I always do.
Friday, June 6, 2008
I'm like totally into film and stuff.
People who claim that "Amelie" is their favorite movie. I don't even know where to begin. So I won't.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The reason why I'm single.
Why do people buy flowers? It's like buying and then giving away an aids-patient, seriously. You buy something that inevitably is going to die, yet you nurture it to stay healthy for as long as possible. Does the term fighting a biological clock ring any bells? Not only are you wasting time taking care of something that you can't save. You paid to do it. "Check out our new service, Rent-a-child-with leukemia, see how long YOU can keep this 6-year old alive!" That's why flowers is a terrible gift. You're giving someone a dying, yet beautiful thing. It's like an aids-puppy, basically. To all of my friends out there who looove flowers, I'm going to start giving you aids-puppies. Let's see how fun that will be.
Speaking of which, I'm not that fascinated by pictures of flower-details and such. Pictures of extreme details, in general. It's like you're trying to create controversy by "showing something from an angle that you normally don't see". That is not the case. You are showing something from an angle that you normally don't care about. Do you know what you call people who stand in the street with their face 1 inch from a cherry for 2 hours, with a smile on their face? Let me tell you, they are not called "Infinite appreciators of sublime material detail". They are called fucking crazy people.
Glad to have gotten that off my chest. I just printed a new portfolio and some other stuff. The whole thing set me back about 600 dollars. It s-u-c-k-s. That's why I don't buy it when people say "I was so poor in the beginning, before I got to where I am right now". Bullshit, you either had enough money to buy a digital camera, or spend a shit load of money on development and printing. Pick one, you lying a-hole. I hear the camera adds 15 pounds on your body. Does that mean that a interview removes 20 000 pounds from your wallet 10 years ago?
Anyways, here's the recipe of the day: You take everything that I've stated above and you mesh it together. What do you get? Voila, the reason why I'm single. I just find it hard to buy into some of the hallmark-bullshit, even though I should definitely just stop being such a pussy. Unless I manage to outlive flora, I guess I'm pretty much stuck with that scenario. However, I feel the need to point out that a bunch of cool people lived totally asexual lives. Like Andy Warhol, and...and...and I should just admit that Andy Warhol at least had the opportunity to get laid.
In conclusion: In the arts of love and affection, oysters are considered to be an aphrodisiac. I, however, am the fucking anti-christ. Swell.
// R
Speaking of which, I'm not that fascinated by pictures of flower-details and such. Pictures of extreme details, in general. It's like you're trying to create controversy by "showing something from an angle that you normally don't see". That is not the case. You are showing something from an angle that you normally don't care about. Do you know what you call people who stand in the street with their face 1 inch from a cherry for 2 hours, with a smile on their face? Let me tell you, they are not called "Infinite appreciators of sublime material detail". They are called fucking crazy people.
Glad to have gotten that off my chest. I just printed a new portfolio and some other stuff. The whole thing set me back about 600 dollars. It s-u-c-k-s. That's why I don't buy it when people say "I was so poor in the beginning, before I got to where I am right now". Bullshit, you either had enough money to buy a digital camera, or spend a shit load of money on development and printing. Pick one, you lying a-hole. I hear the camera adds 15 pounds on your body. Does that mean that a interview removes 20 000 pounds from your wallet 10 years ago?
Anyways, here's the recipe of the day: You take everything that I've stated above and you mesh it together. What do you get? Voila, the reason why I'm single. I just find it hard to buy into some of the hallmark-bullshit, even though I should definitely just stop being such a pussy. Unless I manage to outlive flora, I guess I'm pretty much stuck with that scenario. However, I feel the need to point out that a bunch of cool people lived totally asexual lives. Like Andy Warhol, and...and...and I should just admit that Andy Warhol at least had the opportunity to get laid.
In conclusion: In the arts of love and affection, oysters are considered to be an aphrodisiac. I, however, am the fucking anti-christ. Swell.
// R
Monday, June 2, 2008
I came across this girls page, she's really good. There are probably 529875238942 photographers in central London only and it's fun talking shit about how many bad photographers there are out there. However, when browsing for new stuff daily, one has to realise something: There are so many fucking good ones too, it almost makes me want to
Too many good ones too.
I came across this girls page, she's good. There are probably 529875238942 photographers in central London only and it's fun talking shit about how many bad photographers there are out there. However, when browsing for new stuff daily, one has to realize something: There are so many fucking good ones too, it almost makes me want to become a monk instead. I'd be a great monk. I have excellent self-discipline, I'm a great listener and I don't mind spending the rest of my life with guys who probably need to self-service themselves every 30 minutes. Keep in mind that none of these things are true. I'd be a worse monk than Pete Doherty blended with Boy George, listening to Sex Pistols while watching porn on a portable DVD-player.
Anyways, check this girl out. I'm thinking she might be Swedish, or maybe Danish. If she's Danish, she either needs to learn really good English or sign language. A sentence of Danish is harder to decipher than the DaVinci-code.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Slipknot in Seattle
Flashback from when one used to be a metal-fan. Don't ask me why, just blame my brother. Even if you hate the music(which you will), watch the whole thing. Then tell me it's "crazy" seeing John Mayer live.
The Streets and Buraka Som Sistema figured out a really cool thing to do live. All on their own.
I'm back in London, and still fucking jet-lagged. I haven't done a single thing since I got back, I'm about 2 seconds away from starting to climb the walls. I've got interesting photo-stuff coming up this week, though. Unfortunately, I can't jinx anything on my stupid blog. I'll let you know next week. Sitting in front of my computer, waiting for my microwave pizza, not wanting to translate fucking Goonies, I can't help but think: There are so many people in the world having more fun than I am right now. It's ridiculous. On the other hand, there are even more people who have never seen either a microwave pizza or Goonies and who wouldn't even be able to read this. Fuck me for being simply bored and not being able to deal with it.
I woke up at 4.00 AM today because of the god damn fucking jet-lag(as if it would care when I cursed it's name) and decided to watch Sleepless in Seattle on VHS. I know, the whole scenario is more 20th century than sending people postcards. Anyways, the movie was above expectation, but one can hardly say that Annie is cute. She flies from Baltimore to Seattle, just to stand in the middle of the street, say "Hello" and then go back to Baltimore. That's not what a future lover does. That's what a fucking crazy person does. Even though the entertainment value of that movie is high, the morale of it is often misinterpreted. It's not "When two people are meant to be together, they can truly conquer all". It's really saying that "true love" is a consequence of an insane amount of persistence and cheap airfare.
By the way, here is a list of the best movie-babies:
1. Kevin from Home Alone
2. Ray from Jerry Maguire
4. Jonah from Sleepless in Seattle
4. Robin from Batman&Robin(At least he acted like a fucking baby throughout the movie)
5. Marcus from About a boy(all due to the haircut. bravo)
// R
p.s HOW could this song NOT win the Eurovision songcontest? I really hate Europe now. More than before.
The Streets and Buraka Som Sistema figured out a really cool thing to do live. All on their own.
I'm back in London, and still fucking jet-lagged. I haven't done a single thing since I got back, I'm about 2 seconds away from starting to climb the walls. I've got interesting photo-stuff coming up this week, though. Unfortunately, I can't jinx anything on my stupid blog. I'll let you know next week. Sitting in front of my computer, waiting for my microwave pizza, not wanting to translate fucking Goonies, I can't help but think: There are so many people in the world having more fun than I am right now. It's ridiculous. On the other hand, there are even more people who have never seen either a microwave pizza or Goonies and who wouldn't even be able to read this. Fuck me for being simply bored and not being able to deal with it.
I woke up at 4.00 AM today because of the god damn fucking jet-lag(as if it would care when I cursed it's name) and decided to watch Sleepless in Seattle on VHS. I know, the whole scenario is more 20th century than sending people postcards. Anyways, the movie was above expectation, but one can hardly say that Annie is cute. She flies from Baltimore to Seattle, just to stand in the middle of the street, say "Hello" and then go back to Baltimore. That's not what a future lover does. That's what a fucking crazy person does. Even though the entertainment value of that movie is high, the morale of it is often misinterpreted. It's not "When two people are meant to be together, they can truly conquer all". It's really saying that "true love" is a consequence of an insane amount of persistence and cheap airfare.
By the way, here is a list of the best movie-babies:
1. Kevin from Home Alone
2. Ray from Jerry Maguire
4. Jonah from Sleepless in Seattle
4. Robin from Batman&Robin(At least he acted like a fucking baby throughout the movie)
5. Marcus from About a boy(all due to the haircut. bravo)
// R
p.s HOW could this song NOT win the Eurovision songcontest? I really hate Europe now. More than before.
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