Stop bugging me.

Most of the people who know me, will also know that I don’t have a drivers license. Especially in Sweden, that is considered quite weird. Like I have a wart on my forehead or something. In my defense, getting a drivers license is essentially spending 2000 euros on something that is going to cost you even more money in the future, simply out of convenience.

To me, getting a license when one is 22 years old, is as dumb as starting smoking when one is 20. It’s okay to have gotten a drivers license when you were 18, the same way it’s understandable that you started smoking when you were 15. It was new, exciting, and everyone else was doing it. But getting one now, when one knows better, would be unforgivably dumb. It’s the exact same thing with smoking. Both are expensive, potentially bad for you and are potentially bad for everyone around you. If you're over 20 years old and not a complete and utter retard, just ride public transport.

In conclusion, I think people should be allowed to smoke in bars, because all bars smell like sweat, beer and farts these days. I have a shoot tomorrow and I'm feeling a bit stressed. Therefore, I'm listening to two of my favorite soothing songs, one from the album Talkie Walkie, and one from The virgin Suicides soundtrack:

more old gems.

For quite some time, I was unsure of why people can't seem to tickle themselves. The fact that people can't tickle themselves, must mean that being ticklish is nothing scientific, has nothing to do with anatomy, and therefore has to be some form of placebo. But even if that was the case, it has to be triggered by some form of outside factor. If it wasn't triggered by something, then that means you would be able to tickle yourself, simply by thinking about what it feels like to be tickled, i.e you could trigger it at will. Like I said, I thought about it for a long time, and I've concluded that tickling is sexual, therefore exciting, and that makes you laugh. If this is true, then I now have an entirely different kind of relationship with my father. Don't worry, dad, I won't let such a measly thing as "laws" stand in the way of what we apparently feel for each other. Here are more oldies:

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Random stills that I like Part 3

Every still this time is from Roy Andersson's "Du Levande", or "You, The Living" from 2007. I'd feel pretty confident in saying it's one of the nicest looking films I've ever seen.

best intro ever.

More oldies.

I sometimes have running scenarios in my stories. Before this shoot, it had never dawned on me that running in high heel shoes can be quite difficult. This girl tripped and hurt herself. After this, she wasn't very excited about any of my ideas. Understandably so.

When drinks are 15 dollars each, there's not much you can do, but find leftovers and then just take it from there. Class all the way.

Me on a rooftop in New York. Wearing what appears to be a horse costume. Win.

Old gems and you are uncool.

I have gone over my recent posts, and I'm very proud to say that I can't find a single exclamation mark in any of them. Exclamation marks are critically uncool in writing. One, they give the impression that one doesn't know what he's talking about, and therefore is trying to make up for that fact by being really intense, when he's actually just nervous. Example:

A: "Everyone knows Malcolm X was a racist!"
B: "Everyone knows Malcolm X was a racist."

Person A is being irrational, and is trying to convince himself, just as much as anyone else who is unlucky enough to be listening to his fail of an argument. Person B, however, is confident, slightly arrogant, and condescending, essentially everything that's important when trying to win an argument.

Another reason why exclamation marks are highly uncool, is the fact that cool-ness, and excitement do not go hand in hand. We all know the quintessential truth behind being cool, is constantly being bored. Cool people are bored by everything. And so, if being bored means being cool, then being excited must mean you're uncool. Exclamation marks tell people you're excited about something, thus you are uncool. Just thought I'd point that out.

That part wasn't why I wanted to write this post. I wanted to post a few old gems that I haven't seen in a long time:

Lotte during our shoot in March. People have had divided opinions regarding if she looks good or not. Obviously I like her look, since I chose her for the shoot. Any thoughts?

This was in New York last year. Yasmin and Marlowe have just been told by Rachel that unicorns aren't real. Marlowe is trying to keep her cool, but is failing miserably.


Fail.


Anna, Meredith, and Olivia on our way to Beatrice in the rain. I don't think I've ever posted this picture anywhere, actually. This is from the time when I was still using those shitty disposables. I'll never know why I insisted on doing that.


This was my first Nylon-shoot. I was pretty nervous before, and it didn't help when I arrived and noticed that everyone was 5-10 years older than me, and looked at me like I was a total punk. Luckily, I only had to produce 4 good shots in the end. I produced 2 semi-good ones. Once again, fail.

Oink, final part of snapshot series.

Now, I've traveled to a fair amount of countries. I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a "citizen of the world", but that's mainly because that is a dumb expression to begin with. Now, since I have been traveling for a couple of years, it has been inevitable for me to experience different sorts of language barriers. Some valid, some not. I've spent countless hours trying to synchronize with someone, talking about stuff that's simply a means for us to reach that sublime level where you both nod your heads, and agree it's time to stop talking about Erasmus-nonsense.

I fully understand that some languages are more difficult to learn, and that you should cut people some slack. What I can't deal with, is laziness. When a certain type of people just don't make an effort. In this case, I'm talking about every single person on the planet. See, what I've been wondering lately, is why no language seems to have an appropriate pig-sound in writing? Pigs do not go "oink", nor do they go "nöff". Since every single person reading this, just imitated a pig to evaluate the situation, we can all now agree on the fact that the inhaling bit is the problem. But seriously, how is it that we can walk on the moon, and not find an appropriate letter/syllable that represents an inhale? Stupid. Anyway, here's the final part of my latest snapshot-series. Enjoy. I did.

website+part III

I think I'm going to use this spread on my website for a while:



www.robinjonsson.com

And here's part III of "Let's get crossed off everybody's list: