Thursday 27 January 2011

Alisa


All these pretty girls of wonderland





Tuesday 25 January 2011

Stars and stars



"As suburban children we floated at night in swimming pools the temperature of blood; pools the color of Earth as seen from outer space. We would float and be naked—pretending to be embryos, pretending to be fetuses—all of us silent save for the hum of the pool filter. Our minds would be blank and our eyes closed as we floated in warm waters, the distinction between our bodies and our brains reduced to nothing—bathed in chlorine and lit by pure blue lights installed underneath diving boards. Sometimes we would join hands and form a ring like astronauts in space; sometimes when we felt more isolated in our fetal stupor we would bump into each other in the deep end, like twins with whom we didn’t even know we shared a womb. "




Tuesday 18 January 2011

Monday 17 January 2011

My Sand is White


My skyscrapers, my gold
my rocks on the road and winter ghosts talking





Tuesday 11 January 2011

Desert rocks / Woodstock memories



Mary Jane sells different story. About a way that runs to the rocks of Death Valley.
Have you ever smell the heat of the desert when winter's rushing?