Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Love


Black Heart Procession





Anny: Aries, Contemporary Artist, Music Geek, Chaman, Best Friend




Nico: Leo, Musician, Graphic Designer, Noise Lover, Manic With Graphic Details, Best Friend







Dave: Pisces, Musician, Graphic Designer, Painter, Muse, Big Brother







Vincent: Leo, Musician, Graphic Designer, Old Keyboards Collector,Back To The Future Fan





Agathe: Pisces, Amazing Violinist, The Sweetest Girl



Pictures: Vena Ward

Friday, January 7, 2011

Le Tennisman

Il a le poing serré et un air de suffisance sponsorisé par Nike.

Le Tennisman.

Il vit avec sa mère.

Elle lui coûte cher.

Chaque mois elle fait de la chirurgie esthétique pour ressembler aux nouvelles copines de son fils.

Dans sa chambre il a un couvre- lit vert.

Le vert est très à la mode en Australie.

Les valeurs familiales aussi.

C' est pour cela que le tennisman ne voit pas pourquoi il devrait vivre sans sa mère.

La seule chose qu'il lui reproche ce sont ses ongles qu'il trouve trop longs à son goût.

Ils sont faux bien entendu.

Mais malgré sa photo dans la presse internationale (celle ou il a un air de suffisance)

Il est triste aujourdhui.

C' est un secret que personne ne connaît.





He have a clenched fist and an air of complacency sponsored by Nike.

The tennis player.

He lives with his mother.

She costs him a lot.

Every month she have plastic surgery only so she could look like her son's girlfriends.

In his room he has a green bedspread.

The color green is very hype in Australia.

And so are family values.

That's why the tennis player doesn't see why he should live without his mother.

The only thing he complains about it's her nails that he founds to be too long for his taste.

They are fake of course.

But despite his picture in the international papers ( the one where he has an air of complacency)

He is sad today.

That's a secret that no one knows.



Written probably in 2005.




Picture: Dash Snow


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Behind

In a world of thousands feelings

Faking in electrics lightnings

Well

We see what we can

And can

only see one inches from

a door who's been slammed

while the blanket still warm

and body arm like hell

In a world where i can't tell

why the fuck we can't

Be

Together

I guess i like spinning alone

with a packed mind filled with

people long gone

wrestling in the words dust

I do feel the slow beating

Of you leaving me

Behind

In a world of thousands feelings

I better lay in bed and feel like

am the smoke in the room

No one 's armed you said

and i can't look at you through

the smell of inflammable thoughts

They used to burn us for less

than that.









Picture: Todd Hido