Thursday 31 December 2009

Chapter 2.0


As the plot does thicken, it's time to start a new chapter. ..
Be gracious to me 2010, embrace me like your predecessor did, through long-long miles.
2009 was RAD. The lesson is given.




"If living is seeing, I'm holding my breath,
In wonder I wonder what happens next,
A new world, a new day to see, see, see..."
Björk


Good-bye 2009.
Regards, Miska

Wednesday 23 December 2009

Christmas Carol





Before the lights go out, and the festive constellation takes its rightful place in the sky, open your eyes and hear the ingenue jingle of my whispering words, feel the snowy taste of my invisible remembrances, pocket some cinnamon kisses from the shadow of the mistletoe and have peaceful Holidays!


For Christmas I wish You brightness and joy,
as regard the New Year, many miles more!



Regards, Miska

Tuesday 15 December 2009

Getting ME(n)TAL


Mirrored photo by Jose Manuel Ferrater, featuring model Luke Worrall from METAL Magazine, retouched by me

Please welcome the latest testimony of my undying love for fashion videos. Please unfold your eyes wide open, dance around the walls and feel the fondling breath of white light.

They say, at the end of a tunnel, there's always a glimmer of blaze... There's no tunnel actually, only the glare of undiscovered beauty.



"Because they are empty, therefore
They don't help neither the remembering nor the forgetting,
The words.

You will be utterly immortal and clean, when light percolates through you,
Because it's even less, which remains."
~ Erika Baglyas


Regards, Miska

Saturday 12 December 2009

December Declaration




I'm circulating in the hectic flow of the shrewd polar wind since weeks. Time has narrowed to a smothery tight straitjacket.

The days seem to accelerate towards the end of the year. As if I had to clear all the missed, forgotten or adjourned affairs before the snake bites into its tail, and the circle closes.

I dedicate this remaining weeks of the first decade of the 2000's to the disposal of all the unrevealed, criptic treasures, that I still carry around, but can't reach the catharsis of a new beginning with them in my pockets. Purgation takes time, and patience...
Soon.

Regards, Miska