Tag: Photography

the sweaty heart of tuesday night

that which is worth doing, is worth doing well.

i don’t recall who said that (or rather to whom it’s attributed), but my own take on it is that that which is worth doing, is worth over-doing.
as a result of me taking up exercise, i’m in a state of perpetual fatigue, and those post-workout energy drink commercials seem to make more and more sense to me (why, i would like to regain my strenght while at the same time provide my body with the protein and minerals it needs to build muscle).

this is of course a silly path to walk down, but at least i’m not athropying in front of the computer all the time. some of that time is instead now spent in front of strange machines that hurt me.


after this mornings afternoons exercise i took a picture of the sweaty shirt. dripping actually. the lower image is a close-up of the heart-shaped non-sweaty patch that had appeared. isn’t that nice. if i could just get the virgin mary to appear as a sweat pattern on my shorts, i could prolly off the result on ebay and finally buy me a computer.

Three shades of hair.

Because beauty belongs to the world, I tough I’d share some self portraits.

From the top:
1) Mateusz sits in a really warm pizza place and would look even more haunted where it not for the miracles of image editing.
2) In Poland you can still smoke almost everywhere (but not train stations, go figure). In fact, I’m smoking right now!
3) The heat (today it’s 36C in the shade) has driven me to extreme measures, and apart from walking around sort of butt naked, i comb my hair back to give what little brain I have left some relief. Image taken in slightly warped two-part mirror; my head really isn’t as big as all that.

Well hung

Yes, well hung indeed. The gaps between the four prints is visable, but since they align quite well, it doesn’t bother much. What I ment to write is it doesn’t bother me much, but that goes without saying. The first fucker to ask me the symbolism of the cross-pattern the prints make will get a blank stare though.

I managed to surprise myself with how the finished work actually resembles the photoshopped dummy I made a couple of days ago.

Show opens Friday.

Trollhättan and back. With pictures!

It’s like this: A friend of mine organised this rather big festival indoors that started at three in the afternoon and kept on going until 01:00. (now, actually)

They had lotsa bands playing, some stalls, a mini ramp for skateboards. And a big warehouse they didn’t really manage to fill, (it would’ve taken a thousand people to get a crowd going, and there were 2-300 perhaps?) and it was really, really cold. Really cold. Very very cold. This being a aforementioned “big big warehouse.”

Lot of very nicely geared up teenagers, and of course I feel out of place. My friend is running around climbing stuff and doing all those things that need to get done when you pull something of this magnitude together, which leaves me fending for myself with whatever pitiful social skills that I have: Usually they consist of me lending my lighter to people who are standing outside of the locale, smoking with fingers so frostbitten that the glow from cigarettes is the only thing that’s keeping them from falling apart (á la terminator 2). It’s very cold.

I did rediscover that some of the people from the (brilliant) band bob hund had reformed as Sci-fi skane. And that was good. Apart from that, I was supposed to take some pictures. Since I wasn’t paid, I left it to my mood to dictate what I’d shoot, so it was few pictures, mostly taken from a distance, showing concrete walls, cigarette butts and the occasional first-aid person.