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This is from my Grandmother's diary. October 1, 1937. This was 16 days before she and my Grandfather were married (Oct. 17, 1937) Also the entry is about "Curtis Lee born", This was my grandmothers closest nephew. She adored him! And last... this was the day my Grandmother passed away in 1999. She was,my best friend!

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Disposable camera

400asa with flash

a visual portrait diary of Ariadne... This is a collaborative work in progress. Ariadne came to me with these photos (which were of very poor quality and light and for which she had posed for and produced) and asked that I enhance and reinterpret them into a series. Ariadine in Greek Mythology gives Theseus a ball of thread, that keeps him from getting lost in the Minotaur's maze allowing him to slay the Minotaur and survive the Labyrinth.

Stills del capitulo "blood brothers"

diary 09/10

Went longboarding the other day, came by this beautiful field and just had to stop up and snap a quick photo!

 

I hope you all are enjoying the arrival of spring, as much as I am!

 

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Olympus OM-D E M1 MARK II, Zuiko Pro 12-40mm

diary 08/10

 

from our trip

i guess a bee bite me when timer's working

lack of understanding breeds hatred of other people... we should try to tune-in... my travel diary, with musical innuendos by Björk and Mily A. Balakirev.

i am struggling with this .

this one entry a day .

except for when i’ve had wine,

or indeed drinks, or both,

like tonight .

 

i think we both lost count of the

glasses by now .

and we never had eachother

to count on.

 

i tell anaïs i need to go to the toilet,

she gives me a ’you are excused’ ;

words dragging along one-third of

a bollinger jeroboam .

 

stubborn, i am . refuse ’ladies room’.

stubborn she is . denies all simple affirmatives .

a yes is an upbraided underbrush .

a no is just a no

always wearing ambush .

 

i bring my glass

and feel suspended above the stone floor

every other metre could shatter crystal glass .

why are there broken clocks on the walls?

i always wonder . more now.

 

as i gain focus,

my face in the mirror does not know me,

i fumble to grab a swimming suggestion :

 

she is not your judge .

you let her in .

 

my fingers still holding on to

what is just yet gone

and spreading albicant over

a distressed mirror .

 

~

 

diary continues here ..

 

± texture is from les brumes . merci !

+ twntygreydays. thank you !

+ meer_my key in the pocket . ありがとう!

   

Holiday season is over. :/

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