Mistletoe
Karma is dysfunctional but good-natured. I’m patiently awaiting her return from the desert where the trees grow thorn apples and snowberries.
ON REPEAT: Exlovers - Blowing Kisses
Running on the backstreets
Brussels-North.
Where you see a dead body on the frozen pavement on Monday morning and drink glasses of wine on a snowed under balcony on Thursday morning.
ON REPEAT: Cee Lo Green -No One's Gonna Love You
(Band of Horses cover)
Hiding on the backstreets
Antwerp-South.
Where your mother takes you to a Kings of Leon concert on Tuesday evening and where all the other evenings tend to get equally confusing too.
ON REPEAT: Maps & Atlases - Solid Ground
Poppy’s story, part 3
After the second roll I could already tell that Poppy and I weren’t going to last. I did put in a third roll against better judgement. For better and worse I thought, in the Netherlands and through hospital corridors.
Poppy has many good characteristics: beautiful sparkly appearance, quirky and easy to hang with. Then there was that other side that wore me out: she made me feel trapped in not one but 9 little boxes. And that’s when Poppy and I broke up.
That was the end of Poppy & me… until further notice.
ON REPEAT: Starfucker - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Poppy’s story, part two
I blamed all the mishaps on initial awkwardness, the uncomfortable beginnings. I was sure that I could make this work with a little effort and a lot of passion.
So I gave her flowers…
… introduced her to the family …
… and took her for strolls in the park.
But how little I knew.
(to be continued)
ON REPEAT: The Whigs-I don't even care about the one I love
Poppy’s story, part one
In March Marre asked on Twitter if anyone was interested in one of his cameras, a Pop 9 lomo. It had caught my eye at the Lomography website before, so at the next gig we both attended – Wild Beasts & Villagers – he presented me with a golden lover, Poppy.
After some developments I discovered that things weren’t always what they seemed with Poppy. What you see isn’t what you get. Nothing I couldn’t fix, if only I would lean a little more to the left and looked upwards a little more I could compensate for her flaws I figured.
ON REPEAT: The Black Keys - Never Give You Up
The force of habit makes me change my ways
I haven’t been able to find my battery recharger for a good three weeks now. Surely that won’t surpise anyone. I can’t spare the money for a new battery so my camera will be out of use for a little longer. Perhaps this is the ideal opportunity to unleash my ugly drawings again. Perhaps I’ll draw birds the entire week and only publish sketches of birds from now on.
Sounds like a plan!
Here’s a photo I took with Jack’s Lomo blue filter camera over the summer.
