The night of lollipops, light and fangs

Here’s a bunch of photographs done as an experiment – I had my mother hold the lollipop for “Lollydelia”, even. Basically, these photos were taken with a plain 7€ Ikea lamp, Panasonic Lumix DMC-ZS3/TZ7 and no flash. Since the lamp didn’t want to cooperate as far as random bits of light are concerned, the only Read on

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Just to explain, for everyone who doesn’t know me: I’m completely sane and, in addition to that, straight-edge. There’s no drugs or alcohol involved when I come up with a total what-on-earth-is-this-anyway and even p..ms like this one (actually, this is the ultimate p..m!) actually make a lot of sense.
Many thanks to Selma for Read on

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27 and a girl’s dream

…is my age, as of today.
I had a nice story of the last 12 months, but I forgot where the draft is. Might edit it later. Might not. Until then, I leave you with a girl’s dream.

Latest February, earliest March

Another series of late uploads – because I work, write and photograph/edit TOO MUCH these days.
Want chips? You better do… / Hoćeš čips? Ima da ga hoćeš…
My friend’s son is an adorable two-year-old little boy…but this is what happens when he gets his face into the camera.

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)
Ugly Yard / Grozno dvorište
Not Read on

The rest of last month’s photographs

These are the images I did not upload as they were going up on Flickr and deviantArt because I was either busy or lacking concentration. Enjoy them.
A Moth Intervention
After having seen this, I totally get the idea of the tattoo Bart Simpson wanted to get in the first Simpsons’ episode. MOTH. Why not? This one Read on

Not always what they seem…

“Not always what they seem… / Nisu uvek ono što ti se čini…”
Miki is one of the most beautiful things on Earth, despite this creepy night photo. In fact, if you’re afraid of trees, who are our best friends, you’re a wuss and you need help.
This photo was not brushed or filtered in any drastic Read on

Dostignuće / Getting There

Been a while. I was working and I still am working on a couple of freelance projects. This has been the best month in the last 12, maybe even 18-19 months.
Dostignuće
Godinama je već sve isto,
postoje male razlike, ali je stvarno isto
Ničiji niko>
Nečiji niko>
Nečiji neko>
Svačiji neko
Ovo drvo je samo moje
Ova prozorska daska je samo moja
Ovaj plejer Read on

Sa šakom ispod tvog teškog stopala / Your heavy foot on her hand

Another one with fairy tale references…two fairytales in here. No science or religion this time; but there’s some violence.
Sa šakom ispod tvog teškog stopala
Vetar je promenio pravac,
zavitlaj taj kišobran,
otvori druga vrata.
U ogledalu sam
levoruka
i umesto da te zaključam,
baciću ključ na pod,
i onda ću ga podići,
sa šakom ispot tvog teškog stopala
i nasmešiću se
Zašto?
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Your heavy foot on her Read on

Drugs

My friend Hrvoje asked me what kind of drugs I was on when I wrote Opet, ti / You, Again. He was joking, he knows I’m straight-edge (though often caffeinated enough to see someone six next to me or think WWIII is going to happen every second); but I thought a little about it and Read on

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