L’ora del tramonto

June 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

Rome, Italy | Spring, 2011

(The violet hour)

You think you’re safe here

April 27, 2011 § 1 Comment

If I were content, I would not move. If I were reconciled, I would not have come back.

Instead, I find the lies offensive, baiting. I cannot believe them, the ones you make to yourself and to the people around you. I cannot shield myself with the same veil that you drag across your eyes as you shuttle your toddlers back and forth, making cheery small talk with people you would never let into your home.

How do you ignore the rotten core? The fakery, the leers, the forgetting pills and powders, the rape, the murder? How did you become a part of it?

All hidden away behind the waterfront property, the candy coloured town. What a great place to raise your kids – the collective moan.

I came back to find the place that formed me. I came back to touch the artifice again, the warm, crushing boredom, mindless wandering and suppressed violence in a place that looks right but feels so wrong. This place brought me to my knees and kept smiling as she did it, twisting, asphyxiating. My demons live here, camouflaged within the pastel landscapes. And when I return, I am the mad one. I am the one who points at nothing, shies away from imaginary things and speaks of a world that apparently died in our younger years. The white-veneered, red-gummed mouths tell me that I over-react, I should let go, I speak of a wound-like corruption where there is none.

I smile a mad smile and think I know better.

(You think you’re safe here)


Succour and relief

December 14, 2010 § Leave a comment

Founded in 1682 by King Charles II and intended for the ‘succour and relief of veterans broken by age and war’. I walked amongst the cultivated roses, grapevines carefully nudged to life by veterans from the first world war. Listening to stories from another life, brought out and dusted off in a perfect English garden. He cut me down a peony, presented it with a flourish.

“The Royal Hospital Chelsea will be here for todays young soldiers on the front line when they retire.”

The Royal Hospital Chelsea
London, England

The Other Exotic

August 1, 2010 § Leave a comment

Paleness, order and milky light
Akranes, Iceland


The Wedding

August 1, 2010 § 2 Comments

Katrin & Jens

Be here now

December 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

Don’t let your mind get weary and confused
Your will be still, don’t try
Don’t let your heart get heavy child
Inside you there’s a strength that lies

Don’t let your soul get lonely child
It’s only time, it will go by
Don’t look for love in faces, places
It’s in you, that’s where you’ll find kindness

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now

Don’t lose your faith in me
And I will try not to lose faith in you
Don’t put your trust in walls
‘Cause walls will only crush you when they fall

Be here now, here now
Be here now, here now

~ Ray Lamontagne

Mr Maxon

October 21, 2009 § Leave a comment

Justin comes to visit.

Soho, NYC

justin

soho

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