a sorta fairytale.

i am a moth.
to your flame.

i am a flame.
with no moth.

a day at the barber's.

noizinlullabies.

a white room.
black & white prints.
notes.
thoughts.
fairytales.
just as they are.
simple and true.
music.
and there you have it.
the noise and the lullabies.


soon.

not everyone was well this christmas.
hope you feel better tomorrow.

and off to bed.

soon i'll be missing the simple things.

godspeed you! black emperor.
blaise bailey finnegan III.

and i wanted that heat so bad
i could taste the fire on your breath
and i wanted in your storm so bad
i could taste the lightning on your breath.

the time i take to photograph my father
is the only time we spend togehter.
some 10 minutes every now and then.
but he always makes his hair before i photograph him.
guess he wants me to have beautiful memories of him.

its nice to be close to the ones you miss every now and then.
those you know and those you never met.

cough.
blood.
pain.
my night to remember.

mewithoutyou.
carousels.

time for these lullabies to find a wall.

miss the rain.

to feel protected under riots.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaK4xo8GKvw

collectiva?

the "i want to" project or something.
things i wanted to share and make them feel unique.

dreams of what might have been.

i dont know what home is but i feel it in the city.

the gathering - how to measure a planet.

slipping away and hiding.
demons be gone.

she is my goodmorning and my goodnight.

nothing urban about portraits.

he was writing fairytales to put to sleep
yet he was always awake.

tonight i am the emperor of fallen bridges.

i don't need much to be happy.

just to get in a car and drive under a bridge.
simple dreams.

just a simple late evening with a good friend.

i just needed a look.
that's all my little princess.

nothing urban about portraits iv.

nothing urban about portraits iii.

nothing urban about portraits ii.

nothing urban about portraits.

i just thought you could stand there barefoot for a while.

one dove - antony and the johnsons

if you still enjoy the rain, well this is for you.

there are parallels
turning together
before they meet
a curtains fall.

sorry if i distorted reality.
i needed your fairytale.

mogwai - my father my king.

shot at the arleta-papadoulos gig.

not a great view, but at least its there everyday.

as simple as that.
(efou is one of the most talented people i know.)

its all in the eyes.

cuz today it feels like colder days are coming.

hush now don't you cry.

just to do it...again.

tied to a night they never met.

tom waits - take me home.

i can give you the glitter rain.
i know i can.
you know i can.
i can give you magic.

.

you are the colour my dear.

how can you always be late for your arrival.

you know i'll forgive you every single time.

i took a ladder as tall as her dreams.

and i climbed it to reach the stars.

but i found cloudy sky and learned to love it.

and i felt their rain falling hard and smiled.

and the snow was cold but i found it cool.

just because i knew there were stars just above those clouds.

i sat at the top of a ladder as tall as her skies.

and dreamed of the stars.

in loop.

the supermarket bliss.

lazy afternoon.

death in vegas - killing smile.

you can always shine behind my hidden dark.

i know she does.

drunk.
tired.
dreamer.

the day rotterdam went casual.

go now.
go and be subpop.

you paint yourself white
and fill up with noise
but there'll be something missing.

not good.

safe and what not.

i'm worse at what i do best
and for this gift i feel blessed.

the grunge project.
ode to michael lavine.

It's almost touching it will almost do.
there's a part of me that's always true...always.

distorted.

an ode to friends.

in post we trust.

as casual as ever.

kinda 90's.
kinda grunge.

i must have read a thousand faces.
i must have robbed them of their cause.

one thousand faces for one.
one thousand moments for one.

i'd tell you what I'd do.
i'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you.