make you wanna scream

 

Going insane,deadly bored...making faces again,listening to Michael Jackson's Morphine over and over again ,thinking,crying,eating,sleeping,looking for painting burshes but can't find any (What am I gonna do?)...Not believing that am actually hearing gun shots in my neighbourhood O_O

Not believing either what's going on outside until I grab my camera and hit the road...

Tschuss!

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Monday Inspirations

- Laurie Lipton's drawings:

source: http://laurielipton.com

- Lisette Model's photography:  Pioneer of the Street Style Photography

 

-Diane Arbus's photography: 

I can help with dynamite

ONE: protesters need weapons!
TWO: these futile deaths and unfair shooting needs to stop!
THREE: enough shit from assholes!

Am definetely not majoring in Chemistry for no reason...
Start with Nitroglycerin, I will follow with a better substance..*evil laugh*

God save Le peuple!

peace

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بي زمان

Photos I took of my brother wearing a شاشية

Lutz fall-Winter 10-11

  

This picture sums the whole show from the used colours till the beautifully sectioned dresses.

It's very simple,very chic and very catchy. 

Furthermore,feminism isn't really ,and not in any case, about wearing pink and being blondy.I definitely think that a mini black dress,curved eyelashes and ultra-shiny & smooth hair would make from a girl/women a perfect icon of feminism.  

Anyway,just take a look at his lookbook and photos from the show if interested: Lutz Paris 

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feel my silent

Wynardtage-Praise the fallen

I've been so into some dark electro bands lately : Praise the fallen by Wynardtage
                                                                          Perception by God Module

and I have to say that it's a sort of an inspiration and brainstorming seed...just listening to their vibes,made me imagine quite a scene: a running slut in a blue-lighted wet corridor,with a gun in her hands,and a deadly sin left behind,she would shoot her legs ===> Ending the cause of her self-destruction...

Anyway...

These shots(of mey) are somehow related to this music...it's nothing but smoke,basement,torch,black and poisoned water...

I've cheated on him,he cheated on me back

I poisoned his breakfast...so he got his poison and I have mine! We're even...

 

B.l.i.n.D

I  pity this self of me...this unbearable part of me who keeps pushing to see feelings,expressions and eye-catching moments from life in every photograph I make or see,this other sick hoping part who is wishing for a change in this forsaken part of the world.

I have participated in a contest with these following photos.I was truly expecting to receive some sort of critics,feedback,point of views,judgements,anything but nothing...just to get an idea and try to locate my self as a photographer among this huge crowd.But...I have recieved none of what I was hoping.

I knew that my participation wouldn't really mean a lot.However,I thought it was worth a trial.

It wasn't,Darling!

Now,am more than sure that the Tunisian field of photography is but a fake stage for non-sense/hypocrisy/camouflage/what ever you may wanna add...it's everything but art,in my eyes.

I do not pinpoint the photographers in person who are trying to discover this new face of art and yet the whole world .Am mainly blaming those who are making a joke from themselves by pretending to be: professional/ indispensable/miracle-catcher/rusty-doors & wooden windows shooter who also claims to be  members of a somewhat jury in an X damned photography related something.

Am in rage?

yes!

Am I asking for too much or saying too much?

no,this is how I am currently seeing things...

I would rather seeing life taking another deviation in this point.

Am I asking for too much once again?

Am doing this for myself,for the sake of Art.

Spending days and weeks,thinking about the photographs am going to make,and trying to picture out the right angles,the perfect framing,while am in bed,half asleep. 

I hallucinate.I dream of my pictures.I smell my shots.Am trying hard to make them alive,and unique. 

Cause you know why?

In every picture,I see a different me...even when am not the model.It just happens that I see myself somewhere in it.At that point,I feel satisfied. 

If you can't see the spirit of the light painter,how could you see the truth of existence,laying just in front you?

...

 thanks a lot for the model!

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