June 2011
8 posts
What I'll be returning to
April 2011
11 posts
March 2011
2 posts
3 tags
Electro's Packing List
Since I’ll be spending my Spring Break in New York, I’ve decided to draw up a temporary packing list for now. I know I never stick to it in the end, but it’s always nice to waste time dreaming of what terrific things you’re going to enjoy/observe when you’re finally there. I’m also drawing up a list of where-to-gos… Don’t get me wrong, it’s...
February 2011
0 posts
I cannot wake up - in the morning nor in the evening and I am so incapable of understanding time.
January 2011
15 posts
“I loved growing up in Canada. It’s a great place to grow up, because—well, at...”
– Ryan Gosling (via murderer)
Sleeve
Anger that falsifies emotions… A quick speed read and I bounce in my heart, full of rage and the decision to snap comes like the turning of my head. So easy, so simple, so full of detest. If you refuse to listen I cannot be bothered, lets go and turn away if you dare. If you have that courage get away from my back and look me in the eye. I will not back down because I have been taught not to...
I am
the blah that squeaks in your coffee. The indecipherable aroma that warms your senses before spitting out the wretched coffee cake that is a week old. You wonder when you bought it, and desperately try to find what can be used to wash out the mould on the tip of your tongue. Are there maggots? Now you panic.
“My heart is just cold, all the time.”
– RIckter Van der Wilde
December 2010
24 posts
Not Complaining
/What I wouldn’t mind owning
LAMF x FUCT Golden Tiger Overshirt via Hypebeast.
After the Rain exhibition in Culver City
Leica M9 in Ostrich
Ursus x Bape Spring 11
Yumz at how much cleaner things are looking; ditching the post-skater look and embracing a little bit of indie trash.
I didn't
do anything I planned on doing. Except buy stuff for my friends back home. I’ve neither done Christmas shopping nor shopping in general for a new lens. I don’t know what to put in my bag, or what I’ve already packed in and I feel so dazed all the time.
How,
would you tell someone who is doing something utterly useless, when you know they are made for great things? Their mind is a constant shock, and I find myself cowering in shame at my own senseless lucidity. I feel something when I see artists, and they are so raw they never consider themselves as good as anyone else but if only you’d look and you’ll see their thoughts are gleaming like...
Tomorrow In 9 hours
City// Errands, pick up a good book, movie (?), lens (?)
Pack// Entirety of what I am to be for a month
Write//Summarize
Course Evaluations// Bad is always a go-to
Necessary Bookings// - H8 long distance calls