Guess what? I’m back! It’s been MONTHS since I last posted. Funnily enough I actually have a journal now… it’s like I’m going backwards. So where to begin…? Well, first I’m going to get a new blog layout before I start posting again. I need a change. I’ve actually been writing a lot for More Than The Music recently, which is great. Means I’ve finally been able to start putting together a writing portfolio, alongside my photography one. I’d upload some photographs if they weren’t all black and white film ones.
Angela Vandenbogaard
First of all, it’s been ages since I’ve posted here. It’s not because life has been incredibly dull, but I don’t actually have any interested in blogging anymore. It was fun for a while, but sort of… unnecessary? I hope this makes sense. I just wanted to spread the word about this amazing artist, Angela Vandenbogaard.
She has such a simplistic style that I just love. Some of her pieces remind me of ‘pointillism’ because she uses a lot of dots to create her artwork. I found her when I was doing research for my newest art project, now that I’ve started the International Baccalaureate diploma! Our subject is “Man and the Environment” and I’ve chosen to do a college, revolving around poverty and the separations between class. While her art is not exactly linked to our project title, I am looking into different collage techniques until something inspires me. I’m feeling a little lost about how to aproach it O.o
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What are you thinking about?
You always hated when I asked that question. It’s a tricky question you used to say. That it’s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one.
Creepy Dreams…
… like the one I had last night: I was pregnant and had to deliver the baby by myself, even though I was in the middle of a supermarket. No-one really acknowledged me though. Not as if I was invisible, but as if nothing perculiar was happening. But when I was delivering the baby, I had actually cut my stomach open and had to take the baby out in pieces. It was mainly its limbs and torso, because it’s head and shoulderblades were stuck. I remember asking someone (I think it was my mum?) for help, because I knew I was dying if I didn’t get the baby out soon. And the feeling was unreal. I honestly felt like I was dying, as if it was harder to breathe and I felt empty like my life was slipping away from me. In my dream, though, it was all so normal. Like the idea of grabbing a baby (nevertheless in pieces) out of my stomach was normal. The most odd dream I’ve had in a while.
“Act The Way You Want To Be And Soon You’ll Be The Way You Act.” – Bob Dylan
That’s what I do all the time, but it doesn’t really work. Or maybe it does. Yes, I think it does. I think it has worked in the past. But you can’t keep it up for long… because if you do – keep acting as this character you’ve made up as if life were a novel – you’ll eventually go crazy and lose yourself. They say you should be who you are, but what does that even mean? If I was myself, I don’t think I would ever do anything. I would just lie on my bedroom floor, not eating or sleeping or talking, until I rotted away into nothing.
France <3
I want to live somewhere like this…
ON SHORT HAIR (c1988)
from American(?) Vogue
by Joan Juliet Buck
Joan Juliet Buck, a devoted short-hair convert, explains why it makes a difference.
Hair is time.
Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. Long hair moves faster than short hair. Long hair tells men that you are all woman, or a real woman, or at the very least a girl. Short hair always makes them wonder. Short hair makes children ask each other –usually at the school-yard gate, when parents are late– “Are you a boy or girl?” Men married to women with short hair should not have affairs with women who have long hair kept up with many little pins and combs. Once you have cut your hair you have to remember to wear lipstick, but you can put away the brush, elastics, and the black barrettes in the form of shiny leaves with rhinestone hearts. When you cut your hair you lose a nose and gain a neck. A neck is generally better than a nose. It does not need to be powdered, except on extreme occasions. It does, however, need to be washed more often.
With short hair you suddenly dislike the month of March, when the wind blows down the back of your neck. With short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. And you brush your teeth more often. Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. When it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. That’s why you need a variety. Short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. You can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. You eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. What else can you take away? You can’t hide behind short hair. Your nape is exposed. Men put their hands around your neck instead of stroking your long locks. You can only pray they have friendly intentions. The backs of your ears show, your jaw line is clear to anyone watching, and you realize –perhaps for the first time– how wide the expanse of skin is between cheekbone and ear.
You may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare. You will look elegant, as short hair requires you to keep your weight slightly below acceptable levels. However, the first time you wear a bathing suit with short hair, you will feel exceptionally naked. People who used to look straight at you will love you in profile. Short hair makes others think you have good bones, determination, and an agenda. The shape of your skull is commented on, so are its contents. They can pick you out in a crowd, and you can be recognized from behind, which can be good or bad. But your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.
Chase to the cut.