cinderella's shoe?

I told you how exiting is to fantasize when you are walking somewhere and you find unexpected things or things that don't belong there. Well, I was this morning on my way home from an early meeting and decided to walk instead of riding my bike when i suddenly saw this high heel lady shoe (I know that you're thinking know that it could be a transsexual's but i doubted because of the size, in sweden drag-queens are extremely tall, ordinary above 185 cm and with 46+ shoe size) and I started to build stories about how this could happen. The shoe wasn't old and today is monday and it seemed like someone had found and hanged it there to be found. But how can you just drop a shoe? Was it because the clock was announced the midnight? Well, hardly, those things don't happened anymore and never in Sweden. On the other hand, we live in a kingdom and there are a couple of princes ... uhm, too much of a fantasy. It was probably just a lady who had too much fun and was running to pick up a taxi home and the shoes were much too tight for having them on ... or, nicer to think that in the heat of the night she was having fun and dropping what she was wearing and just kept a drop of Chanel 5...

a glimpse of life

the sun shining palely at noon on a early spring day
i walk trying to see some signs of new life crawling up through
the died leaves fallen from still nude trees.
some tiny blue flower dare to look directly to the sun
but they tremble with the cold breeze from north
the new season is not yet here but a feeling of
a new life and hope is there growing from dirt
and a yellow shine makes me smile ...

february sunrise

Through my window this morning
so beautiful and quite though with traffic.

missing the colors of the spring

happy valentine's day

i'll be your mirror

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you

I'll be your mirror
(reflect what you are)

Velvet Underground/Lyrics by Clem Snide
* click the title to listen

amanhã

Amanhã será um lindo dia,
Da mais louca alegria se possa imaginar
Amanhã. Redobra a força pra cima,
Que não cessa há de vingar
Amanhã mais nenhum mistério,
Acima do ilusório o astro vai brilhar
Amanhã a luminosidade alheia a qualquer vontade,
Há de imperar, há de se imperar
Amanhã está toda esperança,
Por menor que pareça, existe e é pra vicejar
Amanhã, a pesar de hoje,
Ser a estrada que surge pra si trilhar
Amanhã mesmo que uns não queiram,
Será de outros que esperam pelo dia maior
Amanhã ódios aplacados, terrores abrandados,
Será pleno, será pleno
(Guilherme Arantes / Caetano Veloso )

lets have a coffee

well i would like to have one with you.
we never had the time to visit magasin3
when you were here.
I had a caffè doppio there
and I thought of you of course.

...i. e. truth

it is neither technique nor the instrument you use
that makes a work of art become ART.
(picture: the coffee shop's wall at MAGASIN 3, Stockholm)

photographing lars-erik

what's important to you?
(you asked)
...just feel the presence
of that friendly gestalt.

That means a lot to me
independent on the details,
colors or shapes.
I just want to capture an image
... a timeless image.

sources of inspiration

forms
colors
to learn to see behind the surface
how the parts interact with each other
to find the most simple structure
that put them together,
where they find their place
and signification.
I think of that when I design
I want to go to the main source,
to the basics, to the start point ...