söndag 28 februari 2010


If I've understood this right Winter X-games starts 10th of March and ends 12th of March, and that's what I call entertainment!


lördag 27 februari 2010

herring & herring

”Bound” by Herring & Herring for Zink Magazine March 2010.

fredag 26 februari 2010


Probs the best tvshow everrr!


tisdag 23 februari 2010


A philosopher once asked;

"Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"

Pointless, really...

"Do the stars gaze back?"

Now that's a question.

I saw Stardust today, I've seen it twice before though and I myself find it quite lovely.

empire state of mind

"On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Photographer Robert Wiles took a photo of McHale a few minutes after her death.
The photo ran a couple of weeks later in Life magazine accompanied by the following caption:

On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure."

måndag 22 februari 2010

sergei esenin

Suicide note;

Goodbye my friend, goodbye
My love, you're in my heart
It was penalty that we should part
We're united by and by, united by and by
No hate left to endure, it was nothing

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
My dear one, you're in my breast.
This predestined parting promises a meeting ahead.

Goodbye, my friend, without hand, without word
No sorrow and no sadness in brow.
In this life, dying is no new
But living, of course, isn't novel either.

Goodbye, goodbye, my friend, within my bosom dear.
This parting ruled by destiny, a meeting means somewhere.

Goodbye, my friend, no hand, no word, don't draw your brows and grieve, in life to die is nothing new, it's nothing new to live.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, goodbye.
You are in my heart, as evidence.
Our preordained disseverence predicts reunion by and by.

Goodbye; no handshake to endure.
Let's have no sadness-furrowed brow.
There's nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.

söndag 21 februari 2010

onsdag 17 februari 2010