what remains of the winter...

The beauty of winter inhabits a kind of asthetic no man's land. 

Sometimes it seduces you and sometimes it alienates you.

Winter really is a shockingly beautiful season.

It tansfers everything, woods, streets, people, cities and nature to another dimension.

We don't seem to exist in the real world anymore. We live in the world of winter. In a world filled with french literature, sad melodies, candlelights, sweet steaming cup of teas and long blue coloured nights.

It's a silent world reigned by the moon.

 photography by Anka Zhuravleva and me

melancholic model: isabelle 

Schneeflockenwimpern // Snowflake-lashes

... I used to be Snowwhite, but I drifted ...

cheshire cats

Every year autumn brings rain, wind and falling leaves.

 It gets slowly darker to prepare us for the winter and it's cold darkness. Maybe that is why nature coloures everything in bright red, orange and yellow. 

To show us colours for the last time before everything goes black and bleak.

When I was a child we used to go out, collect leaves and chestnuts, dry them at home and create weird, vivid collages of the little treasures we had found. It was a whole new world every autumn.

We did build our own Wonderland.

photography and hair Sarah Sophia

other cat Isabelle

Serendipity

Vanessa Bruno - Moonlight from Vanessa Bruno on Vimeo.

"Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience."

                                             Jon Krakauer - Into The Wild

Wild Child

She was full of magic and wild wishes. 

She owned a one eyed cat, that was blind and sounded like an alien everytime it purred and like an old lady drinking whiskey, smoking cigarettes, enjoying herself listening to Johnny Cash everytime she started to meow. 

Sometimes the girl was unheeded, most of the times she was happy, and near to the wild heart of life. She never liked being alone, she prefered being in love and surrounded by people eventhough  or maybe because she grew up surrounded by nature and silence in village where the bus stopped two times a day only. The woods beside her home were as old as time itself.

 She was young and wilful and wildhearted. She told me stories of her childhood when she spent hours alone amid a waste of wild air and fresh green leaves, 

lost in the complete tangle of the forrest and veiled grey morning light”

photography by Katherine Woods and me

Model was the amazing Sarah Sophia

 

If you wanne create something beautiful, ...

... you gonna make a mess out of it first.

I learned that a long time ago and recently someone I interviewed refered to it as an act of creativity.

I think it was "Breton" singer Roman Rappak.

So all beauty comes from chaos and let's face it, our lives - at least sometimes - are chaos and we are all a mess from time to time. Some may say that this chaos prevents us from realizing the beauty around us, but I think chaos is beauty really. 

Even if we seem to get lost in this chaotic world more than anything and even if we feel like drowning in the things we have to do to get our lives in order and back on track again. 

It's this wonderful chaos that keeps us going and alive.

It's this wonderful chaos that creates adventures, stories and everything beyond.

you can read the interview here. 

photographs by david dang, someone unknown  and me.

model was the marvelous isabelle.

"Holy Shit, we are on the radio"

For indie-stories and confetti-memories turn on the radio tonight.

20:30 "Popcrawl" with Lisa Weil and me.

listen to the radio

 

philosophers of the night

We are workers by day and philosophers of the night. 

It's the night that makes us calm and provides all the time we need to dream and think, that takes away all the distractions so we are left just with the ideas in our mind - and a glass of wine.

So we are left alone, so we are left in peace.

We can be completly ourselves with all the little weird yet wonderful obsessions and tics when we are alone.

We can write and concentrate or talk to the stars.

It's the night that shows us a little glimpse of the universe with all its infinity that makes us wonder about the world and wondering is the first step of philosophy.

Girl in the Stars: Isabelle, Boy with the Projector: Marco, Girl with the Camera: Me