Hey, black cat! Where's your hat?

Cat! Where's your head at?

So, long time no nothing, had that chat before. How have you been lately? Jagger and I were discussing artistic issues the other night, and we couldn't get further than to how incredibly egoistic art is. Art in general i guess, but as film matters more to me in these exact few minutes within a lifetime, film especially, yes.

Black and Blue˙

No, wait. I did it again. It's all about myself. And although you might not believe it that wasn't the blogs purpose in the first place. I actually just wanted to shape ideas and maps that could lead to a book, a script or something. Very self-absorbed. Very stone-minded.

What?

Now that cause is lost, so why are we still here?

Golden Red˙

I guess the photography part of it started growing on me pretty fast, precisely with the first time i started wirlin' around with the olympus. Another part is, yes, yes, yes, egocentrism. You travel, you see amazing places, you hang with fantastic people, why wouldn't you want the whole world to know it? Look here, look at us! Look! Look!

Icy White˙

Is it really that bad? Yes, but. It's really freeing to. It's just mental vomit running straight from your inside into your fingers without further deep analysis. Sort of the exercise your hippie and way strange teacher would have you do in order to relax, let it go. It didn't work than, when you knew somebody could end up reading the shit. Right now, it's...Oh, it's just the same. But in a good way. Firstly, because you chose it. And the second you stop paying attention to my mind, whooom, those words are gone. Secondly, this is 2010. Right, this is neither a reason for anything or an excuse. But it's pretty damn exciting. How are you? This first month of the year has been amazing.




Twothousandandten is the year in which fourteen people and I and surely a few other millions on this planet will have to choose what to do with their lives. That's so scary and exciting that one could probably start a blog on the matter. Point is, we're all trembling and whispering and writing and wishing and half of our minds are gone! They're over there already, spread all over september, august, november. I'm wondering what to do with my leftover. Not that I have too much choice, at least if I can keep on being reasonable. But where is the other, future half?







Ooohh. One good thing with the blog is that you never need to give an answer. You can be as all-knowing and philosophical as you want and you can always end a post with a question mark. Annoying, huh? But I'm curious.

How are you?˙