Juergen Teller; unknown; unknown; Juergen Teller
zondag 29 mei 2011
In the car, in Cordoba, the tiny streets of Cordoba, its special atmosphere, Christinianity (Catholicism?) everywhere, random sentences on the wall everywhere (the 'volando voy' was WEIRD, the hours and minutes right before we walked on it, i was singing it the whole time. I don't believe in faith or higher powers or whatever but it this case I DID), lightreflections (have to catch them. even when there sometimes basicly ugly).
Me llaman el desaparecido
Cuando llega, ya se ha ido
volando vengo, volando voy
rumbo perdido (yo no soy - in my version)
zaterdag 28 mei 2011
wearing: a bunch of h&m. more specific:
leather jacket: bershka
black cardigan: zara
blue shawl: market in marrakech
i realise sudden how totally out of fashion i am. It looks like one big mess of.. nothing. It's not the 80's style, neither alternative, neither chique -i'm considering my ballerinas. they could fall under the categorie chique no?-. I need to find one specific style,stick it to me,stick myself to it and get back into there. Or follow fashion badly. Like now, maybe some 70's hippiestyle? Or cold simple wide things? I think i mean clothes with 'things' but sometimes i really have no clue at all.. It's also really hard to define your taste/express yourself if you have no idea how they're called. I don't know when exactly i got out of it*-). Tomorrow i go immediately to the paperstore and by myself a magazine.
I need to know what people wear now these days.
The child needs a name.
And maybe Eric was right about my shawl -but i'm not totally sure about the last thing)
Buuut back to the object, the picture is a picture of the nature in the streets of valencia (tree) and another one of even more nature in the streets of valencia (me) (i like my jokes at 2.30 in the morning, they're so gooood). Muuuuch more to come but at the moment i'm totally out of posting thingies.
I think i need a fanbase as a stimulationSometimes i feel cero stimulation
I also really have cero stimulation
Oh well, to forget it all to i go tomorrow to the beach of Valencia, have a little yoghurt llaollao icecream (the invention is genius), prepare myself and go boootyshaking in Mya
See you in a month! When i have to lock myself up home in Belgium to write a thesis. But that is really what i have to do then. Times of fun and pleasure are over. I had a year vacation, time to be serious