Tuesday, August 31, 2010

August Obsession.

Max Richter | Infra

Christian Ochsenfarht
Ph: Justin Wu

John Berger's works

Oil Paintings
Artist: Jean A. D. Ingres

Artist: Polly Morgan

Artist: Ryohei Hase


Long, quiet, winding road at night.

"I thought I felt a spark.
 Thought i saw a flame.
 When something changed in you.
 Who took the blame?"

 iamamiwhoami, o.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

What's The Diff?

Alright, so there is something that has been bugging my mind. I don't enjoy saying it but is it normal for close friends (like really, really close) to see each other, how do I put it, naked? There you go, I said it.

I've been watching Cougar Town recently and the main lady, Courteney Cox, along with her two best friends have no qualms about showing off their body to each other. I balk, not because they did it, but they made it so easy like a medical check-up or something.

Of course, it's not just the girls from the Cougar Town. I've seen other shows where even the guys and the girls were comfortable with each other in their birthday suits. Is it really that easy? Sometimes, I have hard time to even let my close friends see me in a sleeveless top. (Granted, that was a few years ago)

I'm curious. How did they start to be so comfortable with each other? Does it happened just like that or there was an agreement or something? 

If it were me with Daion and Steph (Two of my closest friends), we'd be like marking the special day down on the calendar in bold red. Next, we'll book a two night stay in a snazzy resort over the weekend. Check in, spend the day at the beach and have Prime Ribs for dinner. Then, we'll retreat to our suite, have plenty of booze before changing into 'towel'.

We'll be standing in a triangle formation, hands gripping the towel tightly and looking at each other trying to reason why are we doing this but are too giddy to do so thanks to the booze. 

In a clear, loud united voice:




BAM, Nightmare Baby~!

Of course it'll be Dark Mare instead, had we not booked a waxing appointment in the resort prior to the showdown. Bottom line, it's too scary even for the trio of close friends like us. But would you?

Source: Google Image

"Can you cut the mustard
 to clear the custard?
 Slippery dick?
 It's just a fish in the Atlantic."

 Peaches, Slippery Dick.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Where Language Doesn't Hurt.

Vogue China has been churning out more and more impressive editorials for the past few seasons. With the rise of China economy, I wouldn't be surprise if it overtakes other international Vogue in years to come. 

Of course, it didn't hurt to have more Asian models on the page of such pristine magazine. I can only hope that there will be more fresh face from Asia with the success of Vogue China.

Ph: Solve Sundsbo

"Oh God, I think I'm dying
 and our drinks were just poured.
 Look outside, someone's waiting
 with a yellow horse."

 Miike Snow, A Horse Is Not A Home.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

All Alright.

These days, it felt as if I'm not keeping up with time. It's like being in a subway, I'm as still as can be and yet I'm helpless with how fast it travels to my next destination. It frustrates me that when I looked out, all I see is blur passing image of concrete. I'm incapable of doing anything to slow it down, other than to arrive at the next stop.

I guess that's why I have strong urge to see myself in a third person's view. An eye, a camera that follows me whenever i go, to see every singles moves, every single display of emotions and the look of my eyes when I'm in static. Like a short trailer of a movie that was never made in the first place.

I just want to believe that everything was already pre-planned like a short well-directed film.

I walked home alone. I jumped into a pool. I laughed. I'm slept soundly. I yelled. I took a poetic steps towards the traffic lights. I gasped at the cold shower. I felled. I lied. I ate by the window sill. I clapped. I sang. 

So that by watching myself, I'll turn myself into an object. I'll be able to reinforce who I really am and to acknowledge all of what I've saw, which truly belong to me. And so, by watching myself, I knew why I did what I did. A sense of relief, that for temporarily, it's alright to rest at the bank of time and watch it flows pass me.

Ph: Hedi Slimane


Max Richter, Infra 4.