ON HIATUS.
Until further notice, I don't have anything to update these days.
When I do, I'll start updating again.
Sorry kids.

Claudia Schiffer and Joseph Gordon-Levitt photographed by Ellen von Unwerth

such indie kids.

(holga 120mm, bottom two avec fish eye lens)

She is just so amazing.

(Kelsey Martinovich via tfs)

current readings.

"All I know is I'm losing my mind," Franny said. "I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting- it is, it is. I don't care what anybody says... Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash."

- An excerpt from Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

(holga 120mm)

the perfect breakfast.

(coffee and cigarettes by romance letters via deviantART)

girl, interrupted.

(screencap via tumblr)

"I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside."

~ Girl, Interrupted

mass update on the goings on of jaderade, if you're still listening...

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."

~ The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

I found this today whilst killing time after work in Borders. I've been meaning to reading it for x129048109 [enter appropriate unit of exageration here] long and i'm already 68 pages in and not losing interest any time soon. Life is being tedious at the moment, so comme d'hab i've been diving into the world of music, literature and film. However, I feel that no matter how many books I read, there will always be a million and one books that I haven't read. And no matter how much I do in a day, there is always a million and one things that I didn't do that day. The question, what if? has also been going over in my mind like a broken record. What if I didn't go to that stupid party and just went home instead. Whatever. I've been downloading a heap of new music recently, a lot of slow stuff. I saw Angus & Julia Stone the other weekend, and thus have been listening to their stuff on almost repeat. I swear I could see them live every single night for the rest of my life and never get bored, Julia is just a darling and Angus is the sweetest boy on the planet. I also went to Parklife, and Kele found my dancing shoes for me. Lame reference, je sais.

On a side note; my posting has become as irrational as my moods, and if I was a follower of this blog I would've pissed of a while ago. I don't know what this blog is anymore, whether it has any sense of direction or purpose. But it'll be here for some time, always filled with a myriad of all things popular culture. So, if you'd like to continue reading I promise I won't be so lame about posting regularly.

(my poorly loaded 120mm film from amsterdam)

this blog is slowly dying, apologies.