quinta-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2009
quarta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2009
praise the moustache XVI.
terça-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2009
quarta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2009
praise the moustache XV.
love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.*
sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009
sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009
to [not] want.
I am tired from changing planes so often. waiting in the waiting rooms, bus stations, train stations, airports.
I am tired of waiting for endless passport controls.
fast shopping malls in shopping malls.
I am tired of more career decisions: museum and galllery openings, endless receptions, standing around with a glass of plain water, pretending that I am interested in conversation.
I am tired of my migrane attacks.
lonely hotel room, room service, long distance telephone calls, bad tv movies.
I am tired of always falling in love with the wrong man.
I am tired of being ashamed of my nose being too big, of my ass being too large, ashamed about the war in yugoslavia.
I want to go away, somethere so far that I am unreachable by fax or telephone.
I want to get old, really old so that nothing matters any more.
I want to understand and see clearly what is behind all of this.
I want not to want anymore.
retirado d'aqui.
fotografia de skye parrott.
quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009
double click on hollywood.
quarta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2009
speak for me, chan.
segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2009
da primavera.
quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.*
fotografia de chooupinette.