Monday, February 8, 2010
berlin lie # 2
- so do you have any kids, johanna?
[johanna, 27:]
- well actually i have two sons, arthur and john. they're 19. i'm so proud of them.
[johanna, 27:]
- well actually i have two sons, arthur and john. they're 19. i'm so proud of them.
berlin lie # 1
- so what do you do, ania, apart from being completely crazy?
[in a southern american accent:]
- well actually i'm in the laundry business... when i lived back in south carolina i used to have a laundromat. it was very successful.
[in a southern american accent:]
- well actually i'm in the laundry business... when i lived back in south carolina i used to have a laundromat. it was very successful.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
republique
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
phenomenal pick up line
"have you seen that bowl over there? i actually made it in my pottery class"
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
andre walker
Monday, January 18, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
you, my love, never cease to amaze me!
"whether it be through the shocking self-affliction, the throbbing thrust of your wanton mind, the anemic sense of responsibility which pervades us both, or the blatant and innocent mischief in which we often find ourselves, wallowing violently in an oncoming sea of regret and lasciviousness, grasping at air and scratching at billowy waves, your amazingness is unforgettable and singularly undeniable."
seriously. that definition of A to the N to the I to the A is sheer amazeballs.
you know who you are, writer.
seriously. that definition of A to the N to the I to the A is sheer amazeballs.
you know who you are, writer.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
indigestion
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
aahh public toilets...
Monday, September 7, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
you can rip me apart
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
help wanted
Friday, August 7, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
there's nothing special in going crazy
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
behind the scenes
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
interesting approach
"usually im really calm and professional but this time i just wanted to scream FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF FUCKERY FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUCK"
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
waiting for popcorn/self portrait
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
flattering matter
flip mode
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
paris

i walk the streets like no one else walks them.
i see things that no one else sees.
and i can smell like jean-baptiste grenouille.
i took these pictures with my best camera (film of course) in the summer of rue de la forge royale - the peaceful period. a little bit under the influence, a big bit in love and with hair a tad bit too bleached.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
be ugly
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