Monday, 21 November 2011
ONCE IN MILAN.
1 - Mike.
2 - Random Milan.
3 - Costume casting: gruesome.
4 - Ric and Toms (awesome guys ♥) in the tram.
4 - Ric and Toms exemplifying lunch.
5 - Random Milan.
5 - Daisuke and the Missoni family .
Monday strikes back. I'm alright though. Just hanging at home.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
DEMONS.
I had to face some demons today.
As you, dear people that I assume read this crappy attempt of a blog, might now by now, yesterday I took LSD and had an amazing journey. I was in the safety of my home, with my good friend Facu, and one of my favorite people in the whole world, Sol.
Sol was not under the influence of anything but a few bottles of beer we all shared, therefore, it was her task to confront my tripping self and rejoice herself on the ridiculous imagery I was producing at the time.
Of course, as I was reminded of today, no such experience ever comes free and dissociated from any consequences.
I just came from executing a demanding but effective maneuver to ease the devastating effects of post-acid depression. This is a technique I’ve developed over my years of experimenting (and let me clear off that I’m not at all as much as a junkie as I might have come off after this comment) with that kind of substances. It consists on a long walk and ice-cream. Just that. So that’s exactly what I’ve just done. About 30 blocks.
When I woke up this afternoon, it seemed to me that every possible negative thought, from the ones that compose my deepest fears and insecurities, had perniciously transformed into vicious gruesome creatures that hunted my fragile self from the deep obscured ends of my marshy mind. It became so easy to confront myself with harshness, and put myself down on every possible level, I was mesmerized by this ability.
I’ve luckily come to outgrow these feelings, and now I’m in some kind of still stage, like immersed in some sort of liquid mass of a rare shielding matter.
I’ve realized I must love myself above everything, and understand each process I might wind up going though, as a natural and inexorably welcomed passage.
I’ve done nothing wrong, and no wrong was ever done to me. It’s just existence, and it is what it is.
It’s raining now, and I feel like painting or maybe laying down in bed, blankly staring at the TV. Though not in the sad way it’s easy to presume, but in a very comforting mind-resting way. All is good.
MUSIC.
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
I’m back home after what was supposed to be a barbecue thrown by one of the sexiest girls I know.
I’m home and -only slightly- tipsy. This is magic. Or self-control. Call it how ever you like. I feel fine and I hope to wake in time to spend the morning typing on my PC.
I’m happy.
I miss your ginger hair, and the way you like to dress. I got carried on. Sorry.
Thursday, 3 November 2011
APOLOGIES.
I haven’t been posting much, I know. I guess its good, cause it means I have somehow managed to find more interesting things to do… or maybe it means I’m reflecting on my issues a bit less, which is great, cause that supposedly gets me one step closer to being a happy human being.
There’s this dream I’d love to share, so I’ll write it later.
I just begun this new project that I’m very excited about. I’m gonna be working with a marketing and image research bureau, that helps clothing brands to improve their image and cement their place in the market. I’ve already worked with them in two prior projects and the outcome was extremely pleasant. I should probably start writing some drafts about my perspective over the current archetypical buyer, and about where exactly do I think it’d be interesting to reinstate the brand.
On the other hand, I’ve been doing some illustration, and since yesterday, I begun playing guitar. I thought I had forgotten most of it, though because of how fast I’m moving, I guess I didn’t completely.
I leave you with some of my drawings and shit, and I promise I’ll write something more substantial soon.
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