the girl form Ipanema goes walking

When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently

loss for words

some people are just...born human, you know?
mystic referee, i promise to return once i've given up and lessons have been learned. but right now, i'm lower than deep. i'm too tired, and i'm certain that if such a thing does happen.. just stick a looking glass within the depths of my heart. there would be nothing more than desperation, spreading to every inch of my surface skin. 'did they warn you, better shape up if you want to succeed?'. i don't know how to do this, i'm just as lost as i was the first time, constantly feeling like i'm missing out on everything. i don't see myself giving up too soon, mystic referee.

francescawoodman

melody day what have i done

i need a new bike

i really really really

urban stories

source

i wish blogger wouldn't minimize the quality this bad

The catcher

"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry."- The Catcher in the Rye

Parallel Lines

New Philips Cinema campaign:


"The Gift" (Carl Erik Rinsch)


"The Hunt" (Jake Scott)


"Darkroom" (Johnny Hardcastle)


"El Secreto de Mateo" (Greg Fay)


"Jun and the Hidden Skies" (Hi-Sim)

5 short films, different genres (sci-fi, animation, action, thriller, drama), imposed dialogue, pretty enjoyable

live young act stupid

all photos by nirrimi

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first day of autumn should work as a title

The water was getting shallow and she dipped her frozen feet back in. Soon she managed to stand up, but her legs couldn't bear the pressure of her body. Now she could hardly move away from the cold but she pushed herself to the shore, crawling. There wasn't much of a temperature difference anyway.Water fell off her clothes in streams and they wrapped around her as if clinging to the last warmth they could find. She stumbled onto soil, and tripped over a rock. She almost fell over from the shock of it. It was no warmer than the water though. She waited. She didn't want to think about anything, she could barely feel anticipation growing in her chest. He wasn't there. He wasn't there. He wasn't there! Was he? Surely he was coming. Yes, he had to be coming. She knew it. It was just taking him...he got stuck or something. She was torn apart. It wasn't because he wasn't coming. He was, but she was oh so tired and cold.