the slow rush..

blame it on the weather or this strange times we are all living in that i decided to dust off this blog of mine after a long while. a lot has changed during its hibernation, but blogging was past tense even long before this period of silence. at least the kind of blogging that i was hooked on in the first place - individually curated inspiration. free of uniformity and free of money influence. i was persistent, watching a lot of my inspirational sources fall as victims one by one. 

new platforms emerging and technology evolving has also cast the spell on blogging, but none of it could replace the initial purpose of it. anyway, i miss it, i missed it a lot even before i gave up on blogging myself. tumblr was my escape but only for a while. nowadays its only instagram feed that i go to in search of some inspo, although i could write a whole separate post about its faults and downsides. however, here are some bits i gathered scrolling through my insta feed recently. it feels kind of old school and retroish in a way. and i like it. maybe some of you will find inspiration in it as well. for old times' sake. 

oye diran

violet cakes

maiami

sister jane

pela

fools gold..

“does character develop over time? in novels, of course it does: otherwise there wouldn't be much of a story. but in life? i sometimes wonder. our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits and eccentricities; but that's something different, more like decoration. perhaps character resembles intelligence, except that character peaks a little later: between twenty and thirty, say. and after that, we're just stuck with what we've got. we're on our own.”

julian barnes - the sense of an ending 

contempt..

sunny french riviera, crystal blue sky and the sea, perfect porcelain faces, bright colours, elegant, airy clothes. and it's not the current cannes film festival red carpet that i'm talking about. it's the movie that inspired this years official festival poster, jean-luc goddard's 1963 classic, “le mepris“. 

to have it all but to want more. to reach the perfection but to yearn for the mess. harmony and balance beaten by the chaos. that's “le mepris“. perfectly pictured melancholy of life. but it's also the irony of the film industry that this piece is about. the clash between the classic, intellectual side of the art and it's corporate, commercial side. for me, the symbolism is obvious. festivals come and go, but the legends remain.

wandering star..

 inconsistent and domineering people are the worst. maybe it's insecurity, or they got lost along the way, but most of them have always been like that. being familiar with such people isn't necessarily bad, it just makes you appreciate honest and your own even more. 

pictures via hedi slimane diary, taken in february 2016, in and around hollywood palladium in los angeles, california. 

river of deceit..

 

“as your perspective of the world increases not only is the pain it inflicts on you less but also its meaning. understanding the world requires you to take a certain distance from it. ... throughout our childhood and teenage years, we strive to attain the correct distance to objects and phenomena. we read, we learn, we experience, we make adjustments. then one day we reach the point where all the necessary distances have been set, all the necessary systems have been put in place. that is when time begins to pick up speed. it no longer meets any obstacles, everything is set, time races through our lives, the days pass by in a flash and before we know that is happening we are forty, fifty, sixty... meaning requires content, content requires time, time requires resistance. knowledge is distance, knowledge is stasis and the enemy of meaning.”

karl ove knausgaard - my struggle, book 1

pics via tumblr

pioneer to the falls..

irony of the shortest month and never-ending winter smuggles its way through each year. 

along with that sneaky feeling of waiting while time doesn't stand still.