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?
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.
