back to the future

holy shit. this is my second back to the future homage post. i'm sorry. i can't help it. it's meant to be. about an hour ago i was just talking to someone about getting a hoverboard and how the CIA don't want to share this piece of genius with me... then a few minutes ago, i stumbled upon this photographer's work Irina Werning.

her dog's a bit freaky but check her work entitled 'back to the future' [i'm giddy as i type this]. It's an ongoing project as there will be second set of back to the future portraits. im so inspired. time to dig up those old photographs. :)

images via irinawerning.com

3 states

I haven't updated this blog for awhile but I will put some pictures up soon of my little outback adventure. wait for me. ♥

kindness is not weakness

On a rainy day, whilst buying a present at a shop called 'Strangely Normal', a stranger approached me with a bit of difficulty trying to express himself. Immediately I thought 'oh no, a freak' but alas Mary Mary quite contrary - the man was from Barcelona and spoke little english. He saw my umbrella and wanted to know where I bought it. Luckily, I speak a bit of Spanish and began to unravel the wet mess of a conversation we were having.

Anyway, to cut my story short I ended up giving the man my umbrella. To my surprise today, the man sent me some Spanish DVD's to thank me.

I think that's pretty awesome. :) be kind to thy neighbors kids. ♥

all that glitters is not gold.

Bijules

I wanted.

I hesitated.

It Sold.

Now, I WANT IT MORE.

happy birthday.

for loving me despite who i am.

where guns are loaded

where skies are warmer

where he smiles in photographs

where she hears the music that plays

where the world lights up

where the sky is blue in the greyest skies

in this manila state of mind. ♥

konichiwa tokyo

konichiwa ostracized smokers

konichiwa traffic.. or lack of

konichiwa boys

konichiwa sara


konichiwa records... in abudance of

konichiwa jazz and cigarettes.. in copious amounts

sayonara tokyo... in quite not enough time.

till death do you part.

Not sure it's the healthiest reason... :)

Part of the human condition is the natural desire to communicate or communication. Whether it is through speaking, signing, singing, dancing or whatever form of self expression under the sun, we as humans need this imparting of information. But should communication be defined as such or more of an exchange of ideas? Is it communicating if no one hears it or if the intended recepient of information does not respond? Like this blog for example, this may exist forever without any interpersonal returns, no readers... so is this really communicating or communication?

Communication, as per sender-receiver, is normal human behavioral discourse so is it ABNORMAL if i am doing it alone? So does this make me crazy? most likely..

made it to the Manukay Festival of Arts. Mad cop cars and police officers walking around for something cop-related next door. you just can't shake the presupposing suggestions of trouble making, no nonsense sense of artistic festival etiquette that their presence had... haha, i laugh.. i think this is purely based on my distaste of authority. Pow-pow.

i love this lens. you will be mine. you will be...

MINE.

i love this lens. you will be mine. you will be mine.

obsessions.martinlamothe.

what's with the internet NAZI denying access to information by blocking sites off my computer during work hours?

great work.
Productivity level = about the same!

(:

old site.new sight.

This is a site that i have visited previously. The very talented Sara Coe wanted to come check out the trains so I took her and thought why not snap myself a couple of shots again.

i find it interesting to visit an old site and discover a

new sight.

i like.

Not advocating cigarette smoking or anything but I do partake in these self harm things. They're quite delightful when they are and absolutely abhorrently disgusting when they are. At the time that i took this photo, well let's just say that they were a pleasant social experience.

The original packet had a photo of cut brain bleeding with shit oozing in the middle. The photos work in that I can't stand the sight of them but whether or not they deter me from lighting one up is another thing.

Temporary remedy. I think I can make big bucks from stickers like these.

happy valentines lovers.

here's a little sneaker adultery

how cute are those grey suedes?

.and.

how cute is she?

Im loving this track.

kid kanevil and kissey asplund and BLU.

yes yes.

fresh wax on my hand!

http://www.juno.co.uk/miniflashplayer/SF330483-01-01-05.mp3/

and these too.

yes yes.

fresh sneaks on my feet to dance.

Life is good. :)

p.s. in the world of global recession, I still seem to succeed in commercial self empowerment through consumerism

evilgoodness.