28.4.13

Not sure about what I've gotta do

What the hell is everyone doing on their laptops? my depression ain't gonna end like this. Neither wasting all my body liquid in tears. Go to sleep, close your eyes. Noone'gonna hear you now. Tomorrow's gonna be another day

27.4.13

Bad intentions

It's the first time that I'm staying in Patras so much in the vacations. There are various reasons for that: the big essay that I have to present in June, the fact that it might be my last easter here, the wish to avoid Athens. And maybe more underlying reasons. Wanting from the couch to be your best friend would be a bit problematic, indeed, but if it's what you need this time then so be it. Creativeness only comes when you've rested enough, I'm afraid. And being supposed to be in two, even three places at the same time doesn't help. I'll rest. And write. And appreciate my lovely couch, appartment, life. And maybe dig into the underlying reasons. Maybe.

26.4.13

On circumstances

I'd have a lot to say, certainly about human relationships (and maybe the ache that the gym is causing me nowadays). But the way that I am now, words would be superfluous. Just listen to the song.

19.4.13

Troubles of a not-so-grown up

I've said today, in a foul mood that I'm tired of talking about, thinking and doing only serious things and that I'd like to sleep late, get drunk and fall in love. It's not entirely true. I don't want to do things that I've done a gazillion times, that have lead to nothing. I'm too old for that (laughs). I might even be too old for sleeping too late. But I'm never too old to fall in love.


18.4.13

What a strange girl...

If I was an egoist, I'd say this song was written for me years before my birth but I guess I'm not the first and only noir heroine around. Enjoy

(with fear of my troll friends, I'll try to translate the verses)

What a strange girl you are
what passions do you have that make you suffer
you've thrown yourself to the wine for hours now
and I can see your eyes crying

What a mysterious girl you are
one day you're all dressed in satin
the other I see you drinking like crazy
and you're very badly dressed

What a strange girl you are
I don't like the life you're leading
Leave the taverns and the wine
I tell you, you'll die miserable

14.4.13

Circles.

I'd like to call that post sleeping in beds with boys (paraphrasing this movie) but that's not the whole point of the thing. I have always wondered if everybody on this planet has that severe blues. And if they do, how do they deal with them? Do they also do stupid things? Are they also ambiguous? And what is this severe disease that keeps me from wanting to see my own bed?I'd say it's name is loneliness and it's a major issue recently. The major lack of money inevitably gives a lack of extroversion. People today, especially the young ones are lonelier than ever. But what do we do? another major issue. Some people do nothing. Others look for cheap thrills that momentarily make them satisfied, but can do nothing on the long run. And there's the third choice: looking for something real. It might be the hardest of all. You might trip and fall on the road. But it's the only way to be.

9.4.13

Flaneur

flâneur (very accurately described by Walter Benjamin, inspired by Baudelaire) is a person that wanders "aimlessly" on the urban streets and boulevards. I'd say that a. sometimes I wish I had the time and money to do that b.he is the ancestor of the classical street photographer.
I find myself wondering why I've almost entirely given up on street photography even though I love it. The answer lies above; I cannot be a flâneur. I don't have either the time or the money to stroll around endlessly. Well, let's say money ain't that much of an option; you can be peniless and still be a good photographer(and an even better flâneur). But what about time? Is that objective? how many people have you seen mumbling on their phones that they don't have time doing nothing. So this justification wouldn't be legitimate, either.
You don't have to be a flâneur to be a street photographer; I've seen many -and excellent ones- shooting between job, kids and sleep. I am the one that needs to be a flâneur to do it. Because usually nowadays when I walk on the streets, I have tens of thousands things that need to be done on my mind and forget to appreciate the simple things. So, no street for me for now. I strain over my documentary and wish for the best. 

PS. the roommates are advancing, slowly but, oh well...