like snow

cherry blossom flowers fall upwards. like spring taking back the snow.

summer in the city

Kongens Have, originally uploaded by Oskar Jönsson.

this makes me dream of summer days spent in the park. still spring, feeling of summer.

mobile moments

I downloaded all my pictures from my mobile phone today, here's what i got. For me it is images and memories, what do you see?


I tried to get my pictures from Flickr over here in some good way, but this slideshow has to do until i find something better...

question and answer

i just finished my latest project in school, and now we have a workshop about how to capture the essence of the project with photography, to get rid of the strict hard presentation of well drawn and colored vector lines, and istead show the true values of the project.

but i don't want to hit the dead body of my finished project with a stick over and over. i want to go further. i think i will take this workshop another way, to read a few books, to acually learn something. and to breathe. i need to breath properly for a few days now. after a week of no food nor sleep prior to our critique this is well deserved.

few things beats when the sunrays travel trough the lenght of the apartment and illuminates the steam rising from a fresh cup of coffee on a good wooden table a saturday morning with hours to kill. that is what i want to make in architecture.

and i have just bought a few albums with classical music, i feel old.

read my lips

there is a song that i came to think of when i thought about someone. i thought it was a song named "i don't know what i can save you from", of which Röyksopp made a fantastic remix, but it was not. it was this one. i hope the link works. and the last sentence of the song doesn't tell when i think about it. at least not now. hopefully soon.

Kings of Convenience - Winning a Battle, Losing the War

journeyman

i don't particularly like paris. there, i've said it.

it's not that its much wrong with the city, it's just not that fun, nor interesting. fashionwise it seems like everyone want's to be about forty years old in paris, the height of your career, maybe like your parent when you were a kid. And only seening fall/winter collections all in black and maybe, if you're lucky, a little grey when it's august and 25°C outside makes me feel ill. bah.

but one thing was nice in paris. walking. my poor shoes are almost worn through the soles now, and i'm still in wonder how my legs could bare it, even though they hurt a little towards the end.

I'm writing in the wrong order, because i was in amsterdam and antwerp before going to paris. so please excuse my parting from the timeline. thank you.

i miss the rising sun

I miss Japan and all my friends there, the short time i lived there gave me so much in so many ways. "I'll always have Tokyo", as Humphrey Bogart never said it.

sunday morning

now it's morning and i just bought a bread at the local bakery.

a party was held at amager. we danced, me and the girls.

the police came, but no violence, thankfully.

i went home. it's 5.40 a.m. and time for bed.

good fight, good night.

dimmed, the hours rush by.

sitting in school doing nothing is easy. many are almost finished. i've just begun.

missing, knowing, longing. a hope, a clock, a calendar.

anger rising, sadness swells, a stupid boy, eager, stupid. hasted, ran too fast.

a flower needs water, but do not water too much. let it dry between watering. i've been told so. by a flower.

why is it so hard to do things right, at the right time? a stupid boy asks

eyes closed, mind is dim.

friends of a random summer

a touch of summer visited the room today.

the journey is greater than the destination

a journey is the transportation between a point A and a point B.








a music reference: Forss - Journeyman @ iTunes.

if anyone knows how to embed the whole song from somewhere, please tell me!

Coffee and roses

the bitter taste of coffee kisses me.

happily tired, the day is hope.

a book resting, protecting. dreams and lives and moments put in rows of black.

black coffee on a white tablecloth, moments to come, lives to be lived.

as the clouds drift by

i lie on my back.

the smell of freshly mowed grass is heavy and only broken by the smoke from a man enjoying his pipe.

friends buying ice cream.

minutes go by.

the clouds move towards a common destination.

a young man and his child, lauging together.