Uhm...So this might be the first time I've ever posted twice in one day. UPS just knocked on my door and handed me this months issue of Nylon. It's Dec/Jan issue and it has Lily Allen on the cover. I have 8 pictures in this issue, namely pages 66, 70, 76, 90, 91, 93, 95 and 96. So check that out if you want. I'm editing the pictures from the shoot on Tuesday. I hate editing, I truly do. I would suck without Maja there to help me. She's pretty much my whole operation.
Now, I know that this topic is completely outdated, but I can't help myself. Why do people bring their kids on airplanes? I honestly do not see the point. And don't say I can't understand kids, because I used to be one. I went to Mallorca with my mom when I was two years old, and I can pretty much say one thing about that place: That I don't know anything about it. I don't know what people on Mallorca look like, I don't know what they eat, I don't know what plants grow there, or if the cinema is open until midnight. Sure, I probably had a blast, eating good food, swimming in the ocean and generally enjoying the finer things in life, but let's face it, I would have had an equally awesome time sitting in my grandparents bathtub, eating Frosties out of the box, which is probably as far as my culinary preferences went back then. As long as it's unhealthy and I can eat it straight out of the box, hand it over.
Hence, everyone on that flight had to endure my screaming and bitching because my ears were hurting during takeoff and landing, and my mom couldn't fully relax during her vacation, just so that I could do all the same things...in a different country. To sum it all up:
Character A(everyone I don't know on Mallorca) most likely thought I was really annoying during my stay.
Character B(my mom) couldn't enjoy a vacation that she paid for and probably needed pretty badly.
Character C(me) probably spent 50 % of my time on Mallorca, crying over stuff that wasn't sad. The other 50 % of my time there was spent laughing at things that weren't even funny.
When you go on vacation, kindly leave the kids with their grandparents. As long as there is a nintendo or a football around, latitudes and longitudes really don't matter.
// R
ps. Is it just me, or should the item in this thought-bubble probably be replaced by a living being or something?
Great morning music: Buzzcocks - Ever fallen in love(Nouvelle Vague cover)
Here are some pictures from the past week or so. This is just a fraction, though. The blogger system is being a bitch, and I fdon't feel like dealing with it right now. I'll upload the rest tomorrow. So, I'm leaving London tomorrow, unfortunately. I'll miss eating way too spicy indian food with Nat and Luke, while watching Pineapple Express on Surfthechannel...
So, one of the stories I shot this summer(spring?) is finally out. I'm actually really pleased with the layout and printing, and also they didn't cut the story down at all. It's distributed worldwide, but if you're in the states, you can get it at all Barnes&Noble stores etc. Actually, just check the website out if you want to know where you can find it. Anyways, I just thought I'd let you know. Also, I have a shoot tomorrow, things are starting to shape up.
Credits: Photography: RobmonZter Styling: Katie Burnett Stylist assistant: Joy Maire Hair: Shinya Makeup: Nicola Hamilton Editing: Maja Daniels Model: Jandra@FM
Thanks, Laura with Sublime, for publishing the story in its entity.
I somehow feel the need to post some pictures taken by one of my good friends and ex-roommates, Sasha. His images are very similar to one of my other buddies, Maja, and they're both fucking spectacular, I kid you not. Sasha's style is drastically different from mine. Me, I tend to notice and try to capture more of a fast-paced, nocturnally comfortably kid on speed. This probably just reflects the fact that I need to grow up. Sasha's images have more of a calm and serious mood to them, which is awesome for these kind of portraits. God, I fucking envy photo-journalists so much. Anyways, You should cruise over and browse his personal work. If you don't like it, that's totally okay. Just don't forget to tie your shoe-laces when you trott along to your fourth Ryan McGinley casting. God forbid you should fall and involontarily get your kidney pierced by a piece of deserted razor-wire, you dipshit.
I had a meeting with a magazine yesterday and it went really well. We started talking about the usual art-crap and then ended up talking about everything from Swedish schools to Barack's triumph. Also, I have a shoot on Tuesday, before going to Sweden on Wednesday. My hopes are high for this one, I think it should work out nicely. Pictures to come.
Here are some pictures from what is inevitably my last week in new york. Highlights from my stay include seeing Jonathan Richman live, Barack winning the election and seeing Holly accidentally walking downwards in the escalator that goes upwards. So, I'll see you in Europe?
