Futur sucks

Futur sucks
What it used to be before our cellular lives

vendredi 31 juillet 2015

Flowers on my skirt and candles in my eyes.

I found this skirt in my closet. It was my mom's. It has a vest to go with. Comes from a "créateur" apparently.
Like it thought.

Hope hope isn't gone,

mercredi 29 juillet 2015

Bad centring.

This post was programmed.
Sorry for the centring (?), the camera was in the corner of the room and I couldn't see anything.

You can mix the two last pictures and you have a good one.

Hope you're loving the food you're eating (if you're eating food),

P.S. : I think it might be a good idea to tell you where the pieces I'm wearing come from so here am I wearing Brandy Melleville pants, vintage jacket borrowed from my mom and thrifted shoes.

lundi 27 juillet 2015

Skeleton hands in my hair and zombies in my head.

Quick post to telle you that I'm going to the States and may not take my computer with me so this may be one of the last article for the three following weeks.

Hope anything you want,

samedi 25 juillet 2015

Ghost world

Today's pictures were taken because I had ideas but no models to help me take them.
(In case you wonder why I only take pictures of myself. Plus here's a link of a very interesting article about selfies and everything.)

Taking pictures of yourself helps reconsider the way you see your appearance. And because we live in a world in which appearance is what you are, talking selfies helps reconsider the way you see you. When I take pictures, I don't retouched them (except for the black and white effect because I think it looks better that way then with all the colors) because I want to see something that's real. Even when I take nudes (which is something I don't really like doing, mostly because I don't really fell confident, so I just take and erase them while they're still on my camera), I don't change anything but the "black and white effect".

But to be entirely honest, overtime I'm like "Oh, I need to take pictures of that outfit", I go in the bathroom and put foundation, loose powder, blush, bronzer, lipstick (obviously, that you can see), eyeshadow, brow pencil, mascara, eyeliner and blah blah blah... Not because I don't like the reflexion I see when I look into the mirror, but because I don't wear make up on a daily basis and so this kinda is some sort of a rite : choose the outfit, put the make up, brush the hair and take the pictures.

Anyway, those were a lot of words and not much have been told,

Hope you've found your favorite movie (I still hesitate but here's the one for now or maybe that one Idk)

jeudi 23 juillet 2015

Adieu, ma vie.

Pictures I took because I am sick.
I retouched them to make them black and white, that's all.
Taken in my basement.

Emily est dans la chambre.
Elle finit d'emballer ses affaires.
Elle finit d'emballer sa vie.
Ses multiples paires de chaussures.
Ses deux paréos.
Ses trente-trois jeans.
Quatre-vingts t-shirts.
C'est long une vie. Ça prend de la place.
Deux valises pour Emily. Une grande et une petite.
Et un sac à main.
Quelle place elle prendrait ma vie?
Sûrement plus.
Peut-être moins.
Je serais obligée d'en jeter des objets.
Des bouts de vis.
Adieu, ma vie.

With and without make up