norwegian girls / part II : julia fjelddalen

Julia Fjelddalen is a girl I randomly stumbled upon on Flickr or maybe Phiary some time back. I think she resides in Bergen, Norway and attends art school there. Her pictures fascinates me, especially these ones with their slørete easy breazyness.
Elsker hennes estetiske sans! (I love her sense of beauty)

see more of her great pictures here.

treat yourself to the best

is a great blog.

one of the two guys behind the blog also has a website.
he writes and creates such brilliant things.

here are some of the things he has made that I like the most:

sam pink and virgin orgasms / "stimulate my intellectual clitoris"

made a discovery today through a little book I got in the mail from flamme forlag.
it consisted of short stories made by sam pink translated to norwegian by audun mortensen.
the title of the original book these short stories come from is I AM GOING TO CLONE MYSELF THEN KILL THE CLONE AND EAT IT

the excerps under are from one of his many great blogs.
the blog that these are taken from is called virgin orgasm.

love these little oneliners.


surprise! we're going to Sybaris for a romantic weekend of riding slides into hot tubs full of champagne
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 1 notes

getting mail is a better way of confirming that you haven't become invisible than running into a wall is.
♥ sam pink 1 notes

stimulate my intellectual clitoris
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 1 notes

you strut like a stallion but you fuck like a mule
♥ olivia robin 1 notes

i have devoted my life to the clitoris
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

uhhhnnn, caress me down
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 6 notes

this blog will self-destruct
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

you are uninteresting but good at sex so i'll let you stick around
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 1 notes

my hands are cold let me put them in your mouth
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

i use masturbation as a means of avoiding despair
♥ ryan manning 4 notes

i want to vibrate my membranes against yours in the eleventh dimension. string theory, bitches.
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 1 notes

when i was eating some generic lucky charms one of the marshmallows stuck to my lip and it fell off and went beneath the couch and i am not going to look for it.
♥ sam pink 1 notes

when i die i want you to snort my ashes. later i will grow out of your hair.
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

i just went to rub my tooth and my fingernail slipped up into my gumline and i could feel the gumline tear and now it hurts and i am licking it.
♥ sam pink 2 notes

i like shark bites better than gushers and i like everything too
♥ sam pink 0 notes

ryan manning when it is hot outside i lick the bones of your pelvis clean and they stick to my mouth.
♥ sam pink 0 notes

i am wearing clothes and i have on a shirt that has a big blue stain on it and i think it's from a bic pen--i need to become dead in your car.
♥ sam pink 1 notes

hey ryan manning and hey lisa ladehoff and hey blake butler and hey olivia robin and hey you won't be able to cover up when i start kicking you.
♥ sam pink 3 notes

when i walked out of my room two seconds ago my belt loop caught on the metal device that holds the door closed and the button on my pants is currently not working and i don't know how to fix it and i have to say i am completely ruined.
♥ sam pink 0 notes

hot like the blue line at 8:34 a.m.
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

r.i.p. hopes and dreams
♥ olivia robin 3 notes

i like you but you suck at being my muse
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

i want to fuck her so hard that her ancestors are offended
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

Lisa 'Left Eye' whatchacallit had her buzzsaw in my yaint
♥ BLAKE BUTLER 1 notes

please send me your vagina on an airplane
♥ ryan manning 4 notes

stop me if you've heard this one before
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

let's get pornographic
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

after you die i will keep paying your phone bill so i can call you and leave messages that you'll never return, it will be just like you are still alive
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

you're still the only person on my list of people i have fondled in a ball pit
♥ olivia robin 0 notes

thank you for liking me despite my inability to date rape you mike tyson style
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

i'm battered, i'm bruised, i've done something rather unfortunate to my coccyx, i'm slightly upset and utterly elated; i'll definitely be doing it again
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

there is no vagina anywhere near my penis and it is making me sad
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

i want to fuck a librarian
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

i am sick and tired of being a hypochondriac.
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

not everyone understands online literature
♥ ryan manning 7 notes

there is a monster at the end of this blog
♥ ryan manning 6 notes

i need an intern, lover, muse and masseuse
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

you're so hot you're making me racist
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

i tried to have a tea party with a picture of you but it just kept falling over
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

french films make me want to eat french sandwiches, drink french wine, fuck french girls and take naps
♥ ryan manning 4 notes

the internet is the bathroom wall
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

you have the right to remain sexy
♥ ryan manning 0 notes

fearless consumption of unbaked cookie dough throughout my childhood has equipped me with an invincible immune system
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

tracy brannstrom wears pants
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

subjugate that ass
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

clean your body one piece at a time in the sink and try hard not to be friendly
♥ sam pink 2 notes

easy now, fuzzy little man peach
♥ olivia robin 4 notes

period sex
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 4 notes

why are there commercials for tampons
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 2 notes

ultimately life-threatening
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

get killed you motherfucker
♥ sam pink 0 notes

one person is adequate for booing
♥ sam pink 0 notes

both of your pupils are fly orgies and i want to break your jaw
♥ sam pink 0 notes

angry face and frightened face have sex to kill time because they think it is fun
♥ sam pink 1 notes

being born is like being kidnapped and sold into slavery
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

i can't stop thinking of girls with pigtails as blowjobs with handlebars
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

instant detestation of sexual partner
♥ sam pink 1 notes

i got a job at ben & jerry's and i'm not about to take any of this titty milk bullshit from you PETA assholes but guess my middle name and you can have some free sprinkles
♥ olivia robin 8 notes

jesus christ will somebody get aimée some waffles already
♥ olivia robin 4 notes

you pushed your boner against my buttcheeks and i pretended i was asleep
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 2 notes

i'm sorry i really like you but everyone you know is a spider
♥ olivia robin 0 notes

sam pink might seem like a depraved individual but really he just finds comfort in the obscene because he can't handle how precious he is
♥ olivia robin 2 notes

i keep forgetting to eat
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

make like to me
♥ ryan manning 0 notes

multidimensional date rape
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

today i showered a second time after completely forgetting that i had showered the first time
♥ ryan manning 4 notes

pile drivers kind of turn me on a lot
♥ olivia robin 4 notes

tell your sister i said she fucks like a champ
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

is that a hamster in your pants or are you just happy to see me
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

might as well face it you're addicted to anal
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

one day i'm going to respond to everything you say by smacking you in the face with a frozen mini waffle but i know you'll forgive me because you like that thing i do with my tongue
♥ olivia robin 3 notes

i can haz sex slave
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

i'm so hot right now
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

i'd rather rim a meatloaf
♥ olivia robin 0 notes

bouncing quarters off of asses since 1999
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

oh my god oh my god don't stop don't stop
♥ ryan manning 0 notes

lip my stocking
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

dogs get periods too and i am a tired person can i sleep on your lap
♥ sam pink 1 notes

i wish the ghost that rapes me every night would bring twix bars over and like leave them in the fridge for when i wake up
♥ sam pink 2 notes

i hump your butt until all your blood falls into your skull and you have to pinch your nose to keep it all in
♥ sam pink 2 notes

today i was sitting in a chair at a restaurant eating and i felt a little hand on my hand and i turned around and there was a woman holding a baby and the woman said, "he just wants to touch your head" and i said "oh that is fine" and then the baby laughed
♥ sam pink 1 notes

smoke pcp everyday yo
♥ sam pink 0 notes

one time i heard i should look at you while we were fucking because apparently my pupils are all dilated
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 3 notes

HARD.
♥ Lisa Ladehoff 0 notes

how is it even possible that i am not getting laid right now
♥ ryan manning 6 notes

i want you to focus all of your attention on me while you practice being incinerated
♥ ryan manning 0 notes

get the condoms with oprah's head on em
♥ BLAKE BUTLER 0 notes

pressing the elevator button to your floor with my cock made the elevator spurt Shasta
♥ BLAKE BUTLER 0 notes

chewbacca mask for baby keeps its spittle in its head
♥ BLAKE BUTLER 0 notes

happiness is a warm tongue
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

i keep forgetting to shower and brush my teeth
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

i'll give you the best thirty seconds of your life
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

i am destroying my career
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

sam pink and blake butler sitting in a tree
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

shania twain needs to let me feed her with a spoon while she changes my diaper
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

semen is for swallowing
♥ ryan manning 1 notes

olivia robin you are incredibly good looking and you make me feel like i am a worthless old homeless man who has like a lot of dirt on his face and his crotch smells really bad
♥ sam pink 3 notes

clitoral devastation
♥ ryan manning 2 notes

blue light special
♥ ryan manning 3 notes

i understand and i wish to continue
♥ ryan manning 5 notes

in public i will disown you and cough on your face
♥ sam pink 2 notes

i want to make like one of those golf club covers for my dick and make it out of a stuffed animal so my dick doesn't get scratched up
♥ sam pink 1 notes

the worst part about being alive is thinking about it
♥ sam pink 1 notes

i will dance for you wearing a top hat, a red licorice bra and underwear made out of a garbage bag
♥ sam pink 0 notes

what I have on

posting an extremely bloggish post.
todays outfit:

hat, armband & glasses: second hand
ring & jacket: acne
cardigan: ann-sofie back
dress: dark shadow by rick owens
shoes: martin margiela MM6
scarf: kathrine de place bjørn

rick owens

I was always a sucker for rick owens.

you can buy these at apartment berlin if you have 890 euros (!) to spend on shoes.

AUREL SCHMIDT

source: google image

saga sigurðardóttir

beautiful name, beautiful girl, AND an amazing talent!





her blog here
her flickr here

she and her friends also have very pretty shoes
(I would soo love to own those KTZ wedges)

TAKEHITO KOGANEZAWA

A magazine

can now be read on the internet
here

HAH. and then I wanted to click it again to see if I had the right address, it didnt work! I guess I got a sneakpreview! I even got to read parts of the magazine before they took it down.. Ok, so we can look forward to June 15. then. Until then follow them on twitter.

PRINTED MATTER

Introducing my favorite shop in New York that has the most amazing and interesting books.

buy online or visit the shop:
195 Tenth Avenue, New York, 10011

Ingmar Bergman on art: The Snakeskin

In exactly 12 hours I am handing in my exam in filmhistory. It consists of 5 pages of italian neorealism, 5 pages of the french new wave (including an analysis of Les 400 Coups) and 5 pages of Ingmar Bergman with an in-depth focus on Persona.

In relation to this I have been reading a lot. I have also watched a lot of movies. And I want to say the following about Ingmar Bergman: Sometimes I like him, sometimes I dont. Sometimes I find him utterly pretentious (and negative), but then again, the pretentiousness might be justified (if that is ever possible for pretentiousness). I find myself ambivalent towards him and unable to take a stand. Either I adore him, or I do not adore him.

He wrote this article The Snakeskin that was to be read out loud in Amsterdam in 1965, as he was to receive an award (the Erasmus Award), but couldnt be there himself as he was lying in bed very sick. (Most likely he got sick because he hit the wall, and had somewhat of an artistical crisis). Out of this sickness this article came and also the manuscript/book that were later to become the film Persona. I want to share with me his article, because I found parts of it utterly well put. Even though I am not sure that I agree with the notion of art not having any healing or therapeutic function, and that the artist is a self-absorbed but curious explorer of the world within his reach. Or perhaps that's exactly how it is. I am not sure. I have highlighted the part I loved the most. With no further introduction I will now copy and paste. Enjoy.

"Artistic creativity has always manifested itself in me as a sort of hunger. I have observed this need in myself with some gratification, but I have never in all my conscious life asked why this hunger should arise and demand to be satisfied. In the last few years, as it has begun to ease off, and been transformed into something else, I have begun to feel it important to try to establish the reason for my 'artistic activity'.

[...]

It was fairly obvious that the cinema should be my chosen means of expression. I made myself understood in a language that by-passed words, which I lacked; music, which I have never mastered; and painting, which left me unmoved. Suddenly, I had the possibility of corresponding with the world around me in a language that is literally spoken from soul to soul, in terms that avoid control by the intellect in a manner almost voluptuous.

I threw myself into my medium with all the dammed-up hunger of my childhood and for twenty years, in a sort of rage, I have communicated dreams, sensual experiences, fantasies, outbursts of madness, neuroses, the convulsions of faith, and downright lies. My hunger has been continuously renewed, money, fame and success have been the astonishing, but basically unimportant, consequences of my advance. By this, I do not wish to discount whatever I may have achieved. I believe it has had, and perhaps still has, its importance. What is so comforting to me is that I can see what has passed in a new and less romantic light. Art as self-satisfaction can have its importance – particularly to the artist himself.

Today the situation is less complicated, less interesting, and above all less glamorous.

Now, to be completely honest, I regard art (and not only the art of the cinema) as lacking importance.

Literature, painting, music, the cinema, the theatre beget and give birth to themselves. New mutations and combinations emerge and are destroyed; seen fro the outside, the movement possesses a nervous vitality – the magnificent zeal of artists to project, for themselves and an increasingly distracted public, pictures of a world that no longer asks what they think or believe. On a few preserves artists are punished, artists regarded as dangerous and worth stifling or steering. By and large, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible and, as I said, the movement is intense, almost feverish; it resembles, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself is long since dead, eaten out from within, deprived of its poison; but the skin moves, filled with busy life.

If I now observe that I happen to be one of these ants, then I must ask myself whether there is any reason to pursue the activity further. The answer is yes. Even though I regard the theatre as an old and well-beloved courtesan who has seen better days. Even though I, and many with me, find Westerns more stimulating than Antonioni or Bergman. Even though the new music gives us feelings of suffocation, from the mathematical thinning out of the air; even though painting and sculpture have been sterilized and waste away in paralysing freedom. Even though literature has been transformed into a mere cairn of words, with no message and no danger.

There are poets who never write, because they shape their lives as poems; actors who never perform, but who act out their lives as high drama. There are painters who never paint, because they close their eyes and conjure up the most superb works of art on the back of their eye-lids. There are film-makers who live their films and would never abuse their gift by materializing them in reality.

In the same way, I believe that people today can reject the theatre, since they live in the midst of a drama which is constantly exploding in local tragedy. They need no music, since their hearing is bombarded every minute by great hurricanes of sound, in which the pain barrier is both reached and surpassed. They need no poetry, since the new world philosophy has transformed them into creatures of function, bound to interesting – but poetically unusable – problems of metabolism.

Man (as I experience myself and the world around me) has set himself free, fearfully, breathtakingly free. Religion and art are kept alive for sentimental reasons, as a conventional courtesy to the past, or in benevolent concern for the increasingly nervous citizens of leisure.

I am still declaring my subjective view. I hope and am convinced that others have a more balanced and allegedly objective view. If now I take all these unfortunate factors into consideration and assert that in spite of everything I wish to continue making art, it is for one very simple reason. (I will disregard any purely material considerations.)

This reason is curiosity. An unbounded, never satisfied, continuously renewed, unbearable curiosity, which drives me forward, never leaves me in peace, and completely replaces my hunger for fellowship.

I feel like a prisoner who has served a long sentence and suddenly tumbled out into the booming, howling, snorting world outside. I am seized by an intractable curiosity. I note, I observe, I have my eyes with me, everything is unreal, fantastic, frightening, or ridiculous. I capture a flying particle of dust, perhaps it's a film – and of what importance will that be: none whatsoever, but I myself find it interesting, so it's a film. I revolve with objects I have captured for myself and am cheerfully or melancholically occupied. I elbow my way in with the other ants, we do a colossal job. The snakeskin moves.

This and this only is my truth. I don't ask that it should be true for anyone else and, as comfort for eternity, it is naturally on the slim side. As a basis for artistic activity during the next few years it is entirely adequate, at least for me.

To be an artist for one's own sake is not always very agreeable. But it has one outstanding advantage: the artist is on an equal footing with every other creature who also exists solely for his own sake. Taken together, we are probably a fairly large brotherhood who exist in this way in selfish fellowship on the warm, dirty earth, under a cold and empty sky."

never wrong

Jake Dow Smith

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