TrulyI prefer to think of myself as a story teller rather than a photographer, I am looking to try and create work of true substance.Truly1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
The people that I choose to work with don't have any dreams of being shot on a beach, they have no aspirations of being in FMH or Ralph. I have very little interest in shooting the same people as everyone else, cookie cutter images of the same girls
in the same poses drive me insane. I like real people. People that don't do this for a profession, or for money.I look for people
with complex personalities, who can bring depth to a conversation and conversely to one of my images.
Inspiration for me comes from weird places, from music, from movies. I love the visual, I love dirty motels, Chris Isaak's haunting lyrics, I love the bizarre and the freaky, I love David Lynch movies, Bridget Bardot speaking in french, Stella Stevens
lighting one of Buddy Love's cigarettes, I swear in a previous life I was living in a colourful Carnival traveling the world to dis
Margieoh Margie, Margie, Margie.Margie6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
your name sounds like snow.
you remind me of oranges.
you're a Polack
and i call you so.
why don't you call, Margie?
where have you gone?
i tried to keep in touch
but in the end i know
you're still home.
all the kids who were our friends,
they are just your friends.
we were all in the marching band
but fuck that, Margie, you know
yes you know how i feel about that.
i miss you,
and i barely even know you!
i wanted to see you
in the summer
in your attic
where we'd wear sweaty clothes
and move boxes by droves
and find books,
that all stank of cloves,
and we'd joke,
and imitate the sweet little voice
of the lady who once lived in your house.
she left her books in your attic
and i wonder if you've gone through them,
or maybe your father burned them.
and you said
you'd be getting a job?
that was the last i'd heard from you.
if you wanted to,
i'd open a parlor for you!
a dance hall with burgers
how you can manage to know so muchshe's barely an inch taller - but still taller -how you can manage to know so much5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
squinting at the horizon line and heaving tobacco smoke
through resin coated lungs that should belong to a
fourty three year old smoker, not an eighteen year old
she laughs the loudest when others cast glances
and hushed whispers
and never misses the chance to tell you
she couldn't possibly give less
of a shit
she likes convenience store mints;
the round white ones you'd find
at the bottom of grandma's purse that tasted like
dust and chemically sweetened perfume,
she went to a school where "dyke"
was spat like poison at her feet
but knew exactly what to say when three girls
cornered her, knew exactly how to throw her
words like fists
she gets hives from cats and grass and
practically anything outside her door
so she spends most of her time inside,
only leaving to have another
she listens to tool and radiohead
and smokes half a joint before bed to help her sleep
but she still doesn't; not for long
and she twitc
.i heard that even.11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the dead have nightmares; sometimes
they roll in their graves
.he points.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
.they say that you are the.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
work of the devil; you'll have
black orbs for eyes and a tongue
as sharp as your fathers
and i hope you will not feel a thing
when they pull back your blankets
and carry you out, when they leave
me with nothing but creases
.sadness is.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
gathering on me
and i can't
brush it off
TunelVideo sam senke kako apuću du ivica tunela i nasmejao sam se svojoj gluposti. Oči su gledale bez sjaja. Bio sam na putu ka klanici.Tunel4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
.misery loves.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
long as it's
on his terms
and i've a
if i just play
by the rules
.horrors prey on.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dreams, and sleep can
do nothing about it
a lamb strays
from the flock;
a wolf grins
small talk1. dress appropriatelysmall talk1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we adorn ourselves with
"velvet" and "silk" (polyester).
try to catch the eyes of onlookers
as we stand, stranded at our
street corner islands,
pulling up our skirts—
unsure if we are
bringing evil in, or
letting it out.
2. make it natural
forget that it isn’t.
put on a show and let those lies
slip from your lips in bated breath
and your lungs heaving in the chest.
3. be prepared
I don’t leave the house
without my pocket knife,
it comes in handy
when you want to be set free
from this sort of lifestyle.
OlvidoOlvido... una palabra que hace recordar tantas cosas,Olvido3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
siempre se me olvida olvidarte, bebía para olvidar...
y olvide que estaba bebiendo, más tu recuerdo sigue presente,
cómo el primer día, cómo la noche, cómo la primera cita,
cómo la primera vez...Más el dolor también sigue presente,
cómo la primera mentira, cómo la primera lágrima, cómo el primer adios...
Maker'sThe day passed-Maker's10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a short breath in his memory.
By morning it was almost time.
By evening he was someone else
To him, it meant nothing
if the moonlight was tarnished.
That snow could stay black for another week.
Nothing can take back forgetting.