Saturday, March 27, 2010
This poem is for every soul thats had to continue one, despite all the odds.
For the girls that cried themselves to sleep.
the boys who watched the girls of their dreams fall in love with another.
The hours spent on preening, only to be cancelled on.
The lonely hearts that so desperately want to fall asleep in a world of white starry dreams only to be woken up by another lonely heart, ready to connect.
for the minutes, hours, days, weeks and years you spend hoping.
for everytime you said you were ok, when you werent.
There is discipline in a soldier
you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in a soldier
ChenMan. Artistic revolt.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I like Trevor King's work. A lot.
He seems to capture a sense of isolation, the struggle with self and the lonliness that makes up the journey we call life.
Interesting use of Light. some shots remind me of Sophia Copolla's screen shots.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Madame M and Milky
I tried to do handstands for you
what a mix and match weekend i had. most notably being at the rowing after party. Saw Madame M this weekend. P. I. C.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Rest. Not in pieces. As a whole, being in pieces is what tore her apart.
a boy let me in on his musical secret.
suprisingly not a bad choice.
Whitest Boy Alive. I can relate.
My favourite thing about you