for those who might wonder i'm going through a serious facebook addiction

black

my first photoshop experience

film friend

no cinema bebendo chá

à beira do canal

outono amarelo

been going to the cinema a whole lot

just quickly about this victoria bitch

she was pretty, and pretty difficult. naturally, i tried to seduce her, just because i could (try). so i did. i got her a beer and we introduced ourselves. she was cool like dita von teese, her left arm was all tattooed with flowers, wearing a greatly fitting dress, her curly brown hair was shoulder length on one side and short at the other and asymmetric all around. she opened her fancy cigarette box and offered me one. she said she was "enchanted" to meet me, and we spoke briefly. i think she was wearing red lipstick, she definitely had short red fingernails. then amy started talking to me, an emotional and happy american girl from colorado, who started singing to me in brazilian portuguese, and very well indeed. when i left, and because i have short term memory loss, i said "bye veronica, it was nice to meet you" to victoria, and she was pissed about it, just replying "veronica? good night, sweetie".
come on, ducth girl! do you go out to act pissed off and superior, or to be tolerant and sociable?

broken window

my new buquet smells lovely and the cats went mad on it

city of bikes

with/without

sometimes the camera just points at the picture

sky/sun/tree

o metro dos meus sonhos

os putos

eram mesmo giros, todos bem-vestidos, com gangas e lenços, 10 a 11 anos, pretos do bijlmer, o maior gueto de amsterdão.

tentei tirar-lhes uma foto e um deles fez logo um grande alarido. eu parei e disse:

- desculpa, não pode ser assim, não é? posso tirar-vos uma fotografia?

mas ele não quis e fugiu. eu disse-lhe que não era preciso ir-se embora, que eu não ia tirar fotografia nenhuma.

depois lá voltou. o amigo dele estava a filmá-lo com o telemóvel e eu perguntei, a sorrir:

- mas ele pode?

ao que o puto respondeu:

- sim, mas ele é meu amigo, e à senhora não a conheço.

eu acrescentei:

- tens toda a razão.

o amigo perguntou-me:

- posso tirar uma fotografia sua?

e, surpreendida, respondi-lhe que sim. mas era só um teste. o miúdo que fugira perguntou-me:

- porque é que queria tirar-nos uma fotografia?

- porque vocês estão tão bem-vestidos e giros!

- obrigado. – disse ele. – mas apagou-a?

- não cheguei a tirá-la.

o metro parou, e eles levantaram-se para sairem.

- e para a próxima vez pode não voltar a fazer isso, por favor? – pediu-me o miúdo que fugira.

- nunca mais volto a fazer. - respondi-lhe.

eles sairam na paragem de metro deles, e eu fiquei a ver as fotos que tinha tirado no parque.

alguém me disse:

- menina, eles estão todos atrás de si a tentar ver as fotos…

quando me virei ainda vi as 5 ou 6 cabeças pretas na janela, a rirem e a fugirem, e as gargalhadas deles misturaram-se com a minha.

sensitometry

my pictures are raw pictures. this is something my husband and i appreciate. my husband often takes pictures with those discardable cameras, not digital, and they are so dreamy, so... japanese. photoshop is of course a good thing, as all technology is a great thing, in my opinion, but we want the untouched moment to be captured, and sometimes the crappiest camera provides the most amazing natural shots.
also, we know shit about photography. i don't even like to zoom. but i think i will learn how to focus on a specific object, at least.
photography is an art with a lot to learn about, but we like it raw. you can call us lazy, we don't mind.

selves

gasperplaas

and it still hurts! but i can walk...

i broke my toe months ago!

Passionate Kisses!!!

i just wanna be pretty

and have clothes to wear everyday. that's all i ever wanted. and a normal house and money to buy the things i need. that's not necessarily the case here. and what do we "really" need?
i think we need a warm and clean house with a bedroom, living room, kitchen, shower and toilet. every bathroom should have a bathtub. i think we need rain gear for the winter and swimming gear for the summer and sunglasses. i think we need a camera and internet. we need at least one long and happy love affair in life, and some good friends. of course we need a nice family when we're children and early teenagers. we need a job that pays for all the material things we need and is just that: a job. not slavery, not a 40 hour a week job. we don't need all the stupid 24/7 services. not so many, that's for sure. we need to look the best way possible or the way we feel most comfortable. so no teeth missing because we don't have money to pay the dentist, for instance.
we need a good chair to sit and a good bed to sleep. we need politicians to do they're job and governments and all authority to ultimately self destroy. we need a good holiday ever year and to travel a bit to get out of the hole and relate to the world a bit better. we need sun! we need food! we need information!
me, i just wanna be pretty.

sunshine

finally fisnished painting the hall

HERÓIS DO MAR - CACHOPA

Herois do Mar - Saudade

facebook killed the blogger star

Yazoo - Don't Go

Até os Wham!, apesar de serem os mais “surfistas”, lol

É impressão minha

Ou o pop da década de 80 derivou directamente do punk (rock) da década de 70? Até os Duran Duran se pintavam e tinham penteados punk, assim como os Kajagoogoo, os Yazoo, os Human League, os Culture Club e bem, a Madonna na verdade não foi assim tão original. Não há qualquer referência a isto na net… estranho.

HERÓIS DO MAR Amor

them sixties were doomed

"the expansion of consciousness your generation underwent or at least sought to undergo at the end of the sixties ended in complete and utter failure because it was still rooted in the individual. that is, the attempt to expand consciousness alone, without any quantitative or qualitative change in the individual, was ultimately doomed."

in a wild sheep chase, by haruki murakami

my literary god

the roses i gave myself

this climate is driving us mad

i do

do you think about dying every time you take a plane?

the mustard pot alley

i'm ready for them mean people!