Helsingborg och Glumslöv
Nyttig fredag
Gillar verkligen det nya objektivet
Idag fick jag hem ett paket, i paketet låg ett litet gulligt objektiv
7 maj
Från mörkbrunt och rött till orange/rött
Casperscenen
Favorit i repris
Yoga
At Gowanus Canal, Turning Toxic Waste Into Art
New York’s Gowanus Canal is notoriously toxic — full of dangerous chemicals, industrial waste, and yes, poop. It reeks in the summer and lives in the popular imagination as the perfect dumping ground for dead bodies. No plant or animal life can survive in it for long. This tends to inspire two kinds of images: gritty photos of the filth and pollution, and scenic landscapes that try not to dwell too long on the former.
But in his Gowanus Canal photography series, William Miller evades both of these conventions. His photographs offer glimpses of floating clouds, glittering fragments, iridescent surfaces, and delicate whorls. Although he comes from a photojournalism background — he collaborated with Doctors Without Borders in Kosovo and has worked for The New York Post for ten years — these mesmerizing, dreamlike images leave reportage behind. Instead, they offer ambiguity and abstraction, capturing the fleeting, strange beauty of the Gowanus as well as the contradictions embodied in that beauty.
Sakta tinar vi bort
Tiden ger oss oftast inte tid. Vi hinner inte med saker vi vill, vi hinner inte ge det vi vill till folk som försvunnit före oss. Vi är inte där och dem är inte här. Vi andas smärta och vi fortsätter. Chocken breder ut sig runt om i kroppen och tar över. Men sakta tinar vi bort tillsammans med de vi har förlorat. Overkligheten blir verklig.
Your faithfulness
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Olivia Wilde
Blanding av imperfekt och presens
Vita kränkta män
Undvik våldtäkt
Ibland
Det händer att jag vill hitta på lite tokigheter. Var ett tag sedan jag gjorde detta nu men det är fortfarande lika mysigt att gå på toa med denna. Gästerna brukar få sig ett gott skratt men jag ser det som en möjlighet att skoja till det istället för att titta likgiltigt på väggen.