Reversed.

So. Hi.

Björk Virus (Reversed)

 

Johnny's Bird

A story in reverse:

Nagging. Questioning, wondering. Trying to forget. Pushing to the back of my conscience. Eye-brows furrowing. Disgust. Fear. Eyes widening. Intake of breath. Mezmerized scrolling down page. Puzzled expression. Seeing the pictures. Clicking on the website for Johnny's Bird.

I don't really know what to say. That's the thing about the photos from Johnny's Bird. They, for once, leave me quite speachless.

When I first saw them, I had to cover my mouth in some unpronounced emotion. Surprise? Awe? Chock? Fear? Disgust? For some reason, some of the photos from Johnny's Bird disturbed and touched me instensely. It's very seldom I get such a strong reaction from seeing some photographs. The other exception would be the America series done by Jacob Holdt. And this is different too. This is fiction, this is fashion, this isn't real. Or is it?

After a period of about two weeks, I'm finally able to look at them again. Some of them are delicate, fragile, even sweet. Some are dark, mysterious, even scary. And some are just strange. Some are disturbing. And some are pleasing to the eye. But they all have one thing in common:

They all tell a story.

Does photography touch you like this? Or in any way at all?

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.

++ WONDERFULLY RANDOM ++

So. Hi.

Well this is awkward.

Uhm. Well, I... I don't really know how to start this post. I've been gone for a while now, I realize. And I really want to come back strong. Give you something to think about; something to make you think "Ah, this is what I've been waiting for". But I don't know where to start. My life is borderline insane. I have absolutely no coherence with the fashion world right now, except for my own private lusts. And I don't have a clue what's going on with music nowadays. And I have a mismatched bundle of pictures on my desktop. Not to mention the endless pile of ideas that keeps coming and going, refreshing itself and suddenly emptying at inopportune moments.

In short, I am completely clueless, and lost in my own life.

And what better way to sort out your life, than a random list. And a few random pictures. And the word random.

T H I S    D O E S N ' T    R E A L L Y    M A K E    A N Y    S E N S E ,    S O    I ' M

J U S T    G O N N A    T H R O W    I T    A L L    I N    O N E    B I G    B U N D L E

 

Dressing up as a superhero for a theme party, and wearing the worlds longest fake eyelashes.

Choosing to get completely drunk out of my mind, and having to be driven home from the warm-up party at about 9pm. Therefore missed the actual Superhero Party. Cannot remember most of the evening after 8pm. FML.

(But it looks like I had fun, though)

Waking up to a glorious hangover at 7am. From there taking a 5-hour bus ride to Århus. Arriving home the next day at 3am, after a long day of rehearsing for the total of two songs, that we had to sing on live television. Luxurious.

Led me to feeling something like this by the time we arrived in Århus:

Speaking of "The Hangover" references... When I saw the pictures from friday night (what little of them in which I occur), my expression was something like this:

Singing "Heavy Eyes" for the artist herself. Yes, I sang, with my choir, for Oh Land. As in the actual person. Oh Land, Nanna Øland. In person. Whom I love. Backstage. Where I had to stand in the front. And she spoke to us afterwards.

Needless to say, I nearly pissed myself.

Oh Land Heavy Eyes

Waking up at 2pm the next day. Litterally went outside once during the entire day, due to severe homework overload (damned math assignment from hell).

Only want to look at numbers if they occur like this:

Falling head over studded heels in looooove with these gorgeous boots.

Studded tall biker boots from ASH

Finding this and agreeing completely.

Looking at pictures of baby seals. Because they're so friggin' cute.

So. We had a baby seal. We had Oh Land. We had some studded boots. And we had a hangover that should compete for the world championships of stupidity. My life in a nutshell.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.



CRK // Life Is Awesome Because...

So. Hi.

De Eneste To Jeg Har Ikke Lyst Til At Dø

Today was a No Human Contact Day; with few exeptions. Doing Danish paper sent from hell... On Islandic folklore. Just shoot me now. Laughing at with my little sister in her new braces because I'm mean. Getting a chance to quietly read a book in the slowly dimming sunlight. The smell of Betty Crawford cake in our kitchen. Listening to Macy Gray on our stereo. And reminding myself, why life is awesome.

R E M I N D I N G    M Y S E L F    W H Y    L I F E    I S    A W E S O M E

B E C A U S E . . .

♥    Cats smile at you.

♥    I had my last nature-geography class today, and we watched a movie and had cookies.

♥    Cake exists. And buttercream icing.

♥    I go to Aurehøj.

♥    Kings Of Convenience are nice.

♥    I can draw hearts on my lists, when I'm in a bad mood.

♥    This afternoon, it was summer for five seconds. Wonderful five seconds.

♥    My friend nearly killed me from laughing today.

 

♥    I can get coffee at school before my classes kill me.

 

♥    There's a superhero-themed party at Aurehøj on Friday. And I'm going as the Powerpuff Girls.

 

♥    Cold iced tea exists.

 

♥    I sang a concert in the dark this weekend

 

♥    My mom promised me a new pair of leather boots. Yummie.

 

♥    I could sit on my porch in a cushiony chair, read a book, and feel the sunlight on my skin.

 

♥    The trees have begun to lose their leaves. Soon they will be bright red, flaming orange and bitter yellow.

 

♥    People show concern and kindness and affection for me every day. Every single day.

 

♥    I'm incredibly lucky.

 

 

Life is awesome. I should try to remember that.

 

 

Thanks for listening,

 

I Am Roseberry.

What Brightens My Day...

So. Hi.

I've told you about those days. You know, my "just one of those days"-days. The days where I want to rip the head off the nearest person; the days where I want to lie down on my bed and cry hysterically, while simultaneously cramming cookies into my mouth; the days where all I want to do is scream and scream and scream until eventually, I turn a nice aubergine-color, stand gasping for breath, and forget the pounding headache that, in that instance, is my life.

I've told you how I solve my issues. Bridget Jones, screaming at my dog, reading Gaffa, stuffing myself with Ben and Jerry's beyond all respectability, crying to How I Met Your Mother, sneaking Nutella sandwiches into my room in the middle of the night, viciously shredding bits of paper, taking deep breaths through my nose, all the while ignoring annoyingly zen thoughts.

I have not, however, told you about those little moments. The moments that can make my mood swing from that black abyss from a flaming Hell, to a mood that reminds you more of a crisp September-breeze in the autumn sun.

Turning on the TV, switching from iCarly or some other crap to something more sane, and realizing that an old rerun of "Friends" is on. The first bite of a Nutella sandwich. A gust of wind blowing up my skirt, and making me laugh for myself. My caller-ID showing the number of my best friend, calling just to see how I'm doing, though I know she's busy doing a million other things. Breathing in the scent of the new (at least to me) Flying A store in Copenhagen. Laughing with a friend, her laugh short and cute like a baby's (hehehe), mine whimsicle and silly like a school girl's at first (hihihi), but then morphing into a manly roar of a laughter (mahahaha). Printing my ticket for The Kooks' concert in Vega, which I bought for myself, though I have absolutely no money what so ever. Coming home late at night from choir to see that my order of CD's from Amazon has finally come, along with my shirt from American Apparel, which I could finally hold after nearly a couple months' worth of giving up.

Little things. Silly things. Seemingly meaningless and insignificant things.

But what can I say. It works for me. "Little minds, little pleasures" I guess.

T H I N G S    T H A T    B R I G H T E N    M Y    D A Y

Blue raglan long-sleeved shirt American Apparel

♥

New shirt from American Apparel has finally arrived. Nice surprise to see it lying, neatly packaged, on my desk, when I came home late from choir.

Junk Of The Heart The Kooks

Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful? Paloma Faith

Suck It And See Arctic Monkeys

A Different Kind Of Fix Bombay Bicycle Club

Inside In / Inside Out The Kooks

♥

Finding that the 5 CD's I had ordered months ago from Amazon have arrived along with it!

Gaffa Magazine.

♥

Dashing into TP on a Friday night, at the most unpractical moment (before hitting the town with my ladies and booze), just to get the most recent issue of Gaffa.

♥

Re-finding it on my dresser at home, and discovering that it had made it through the night. Fingers itching to turn the pages and swallow all the words...

Short burgundy sheer dress Flying A (sale!)

Cream maxi dress, tight Flying A (sale!)

Black leather skirt Vintage from my mama

♥

New clothes. The smell, the feel, looking forward to wearing them, and slipping them on in the dead of night, just to see if they still fit.

Concert ticket The Kooks playing at Vega

♥

Seeing my printed ticket for The Kooks' concert in Vega (November). Knowing that I haved willingly payed 300 kr. for it, from my own scarce funding, and loving it.

Concert poster DR Pigekoret: Svøbt I Mørke

A concert played in the dark, in DR's Concerthall, where positively all lights are turned off.

♥

Practising (when awake and when dreaming) for the Girls' Choir's upcoming concert this Sunday, reading the music until I want to puke, listening to the same things over and over again, practising harder than ever - and then seeing the poster for our concert. Somehow, it makes it seem more like a "real" concert.

School photos DK Foto

♥

Receiving my school photos in my hand, heart stuttering inexplicably, and realizing that I don't look like a retard, for once.

♥

Smiling. Laughing. Being silly.

Thanks for listening,

I Am Roseberry.