fredag 30 december 2011
lördag 10 december 2011
tisdag 6 december 2011
måndag 28 november 2011
lördag 19 november 2011
Paparazzi
Här är en bild på mig från centralstationen i Göteborg. Just där var jag så himla glad. PÅ måndag åker jag tillbaka. yes
fredag 18 november 2011
onsdag 16 november 2011
tisdag 4 oktober 2011
söndag 25 september 2011
torsdag 22 september 2011
Cool Animal/s
We're never alone here, no
There's lots of unknown here in the crowd
Here are many wild animals
There's lots of unknown here in the crowd
Here are many wild animals
onsdag 21 september 2011
Hi this is me now
Hi! I´m back. For real
I have received some questions about me and my favorite things. Here you are:
Favorite photographers: Katarina Soskic, Ryan mcginley, Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin.
Blogs: hypergalaxy.blogg.se, sheepskinmagazine.blogspot.com , Agnes B at rodeo.net
Artists: Sol LeWit , Frank Stella, Pollock, James Jean . I´m really into expressionist art.
I have received some questions about me and my favorite things. Here you are:
Favorite photographers: Katarina Soskic, Ryan mcginley, Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin.
Blogs: hypergalaxy.blogg.se, sheepskinmagazine.blogspot.com , Agnes B at rodeo.net
Artists: Sol LeWit , Frank Stella, Pollock, James Jean . I´m really into expressionist art.
onsdag 22 juni 2011
William Blake and skeleton boy
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
tisdag 21 juni 2011
1744
There’s this fish that lives at the bottom of the ocean and it has a spine sticking out of its head to lure prey. The females are the glowing ones and the males are smaller. After the male fish hatch, they bite onto a female, like parasites. But after a while they grow into each other and share the same blood and everything… They turn into one single fish.
söndag 19 juni 2011
lördag 18 juni 2011
fredag 3 juni 2011
Dreams of Life
ligger hemma ensam och tittar på den alldeles, alldeles underbara filmen om och med Patti Smith. Efter att ha sett det här blir jag bara ännu mer mållös av hennes sätt att viga sitt liv åt konsten och människan. Helt otroligt punkt
onsdag 25 maj 2011
måndag 23 maj 2011
fredag 20 maj 2011
tisdag 10 maj 2011
torsdag 28 april 2011
onsdag 27 april 2011
lördag 16 april 2011
fredag 8 april 2011
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