I like things that don´t make senseNo need lies no false pretence
No pop-up polls or pasted pictures
Dreams of fame or chasing riches...
songs' been playin in me mind, rewind n again the rewind n again...
it is a real nice song!
today i'd really looked for a place to shoot photos in the house but it is so full of stuff that i can't even find a 1 squaremeter empty space to stand in. i gotta do something about it immediately.
coz i'm really sick of sitting on the floor, sweeping all the dust with my dresses to shoot photos. also it is hard for my body to have the shape of a magician tryin to fit into a small box. =)
my days are like, i wake up every morning check the blogs out and hang around in the house all day.
it is not a nice thing though, coz after a while you start to imagine that you live in a place like soho or something bc of the blogs. all beautiful places like anywhere in amsterdam, paris, london, malmö, oslo but no.
i mean, i fully dress up and go outside, but it is annoying that people are staring like i wear an astronaut suit. this is annoying. but i'm here. that's just me. that's just the place i live in.
as an architect, my opinion is 'everything's related to the space we live in'. i just want to change the spaces we live. that's all i wanted to do i guess. if i have the energy to stand up n do something about myself again.
skirt worn as a dress / a vintage boutique
snakeskin belt / my granddad's store
wedges / a local store
hat / souvenir from amasra