The XX - Island

I don't have to leave anymore
What I have is right here
Spend my nights and days before
Searching the world for what's right here

Underneath and unexplored
Islands and cities I have looked
Here I saw
Something I couldn't over look

I am yours now
So now I don't ever have to leave
I've been found out
So now I'll never explore

No need to leave

That's a risk I'd take
As if a choice I'd make

Tattoo You (The Famous)

A geometric pattern of five dots, inked on his forearm.
Bright blue dots tattooed on his knuckles, youthful rebellion from his time as a policeman in colonial Burma.
America’s 11th president had a Chinese-character tattoo, translated as “eager”.
His family crest emblazoned across his chest.
A tomahawk inked on his inner thigh.
A small blue star near her elbow.
An anchor on his forearm.
A crescent moon and four dots on his hand, the trademark of the Smoki People.
A colorful dragon on his right arm.
His wife’s name, Edith, scrawled across his heart.

Banksy strikes again


in Vogue (Russia)

jewellery by my beloved Salvador Dali

it's her face :o

model: marie piovesan
photographer: ben toms
stylist: katie shillingford
hair: naoki komiya
make-up: janeen witherspoo
manicure: mike pocock

CARTA DE COLORES in Marie Claire (Spain)

model: sharon kavjian
photographer: sergi pons
stylist: rut baticon
hair and make-up: paco garrigue
manicure: manuela pane


The XX - Missing

My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time and I feel the same
My heart is beating in a different way
Been gone such a long time

Will you miss me?
When there's nothing to see?
Tell me, how did this come to be?
And now there's no hope for you and me

Do you still believe?
In you and me?
Are we all we could be?
Is it meant to be?

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And 'till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down


Paintings by Michael Ward

Paintings based on photos taken in Southern California depicting ordinary scenes that people often miss.

Nearly all my paintings are based on photographs I have taken, primarily of Southern California scenes, over the years. Though it was never my intention to depict nostalgic scenes, many of the images I have painted have disappeared or been radically altered in the ever-changing landscape that is Southern California. Thus nostalgia is thrust upon the works. But what I am really after is bearing witness, and making people stop what they're doing and pay attention, to something they may have never seen before, but that makes them feel “I know this.”


Restless summer in Elle (Russia)

back in time
lovely yallow casette player
love this swimsuit

model: anne vyalitsyna
photographer: asa tallgard
stylist: daria anichkina
hair and make-up: helen borg


Using simple and functional components, Zimoun builds architecturally-minded platforms of sound. Exploring mechanical rhythm and flow in prepared systems, his installations incorporate commonplace industrial objects. In an obsessive display of simple and functional materials, these works articulate a tension between the orderly patterns of Modernism and the chaotic forces of life. Carrying an emotional depth, the acoustic hum of natural phenomena in Zimoun’s minimalist constructions effortlessly reverberates. Zimoun’s sound sculptures and architectural interventions combine visual, sonic, and spatial elements. He’s using simple mechanical systems to transform and activate the space.


Eurovision 2013

My favorits from Eurovision 2013.

The netherlands

Chris Isaak - Wicked Game

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No I don't want to fall in love 
No I don't want to fall in love 
With you
With you 

What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you


lucid dreamer

Lucid dremers are those people who recognize when they are dreaming and thus control the plot of their dreams.


Be careful when spitting out your gum or throwing away your cigarette butt, you might just end up hanging on Heather Dewey-Hagburg’s wall. The information artist and PhD student creates portrait sculptures from analyses of genetic material collected in public places, working with the traces strangers unwittingly leave behind. A fascinating yet scary project that shows that we don not only consits of data on some papers or on the web but leave traces everywhere we go without even noticing. The heads below are actually shaped by their samples that you’ll find in the picture above.


London in 1927

Is this real??

Shot by an early British pioneer of film named Claude Friese-Greene, who made a series of travelogues using the colour process his father William - a noted cinematographer - was experimenting with.


Marlon Roudette - Anti Hero

You could risk it all

Can you play your part
In this tragedy?

Ain't no good to you

As we go
To this brave new world

Time is a critical
And I can leave you on no more
If I play a role

Then we bound to fall

I won't blame you
If you decide to run

There is no shame
If you've had enough
You decide if I'm the one

Rinata Con la Camicia in Vanity Fair (Italia)

model: anna marie reilly
photographer: kelly klein
stylist: sciascia gambaccini
hair: marco testa
make-up: marissa nemes