Family

Recently, my enthusiasm for art of photography have waned over a little bit. I can not help the feeling that everything is repetitive and all the pictures could come from the same photographer. It's not a big deal to take an expensive or old camera, shot the picture, do some photoshop work and name your own site (it usually sounds like John Bull's Photography or Anna Karenina's Photography Art  - maybe I'm jealous, because with my name and surname no Art or Photography looks good!). All of those artistic projects want to held the idea of spirit and metaphor in its pictures, show beauty and temeperament, move the softest strings of our soul - and because of that they end to be repetitive and release  no emotion at all.

And because of that I rarely catch my own cameras, too. Photography was my everyday joy, but don't see its sense now. Everything looks the same and I always thought photography is an art of sharing the moments. Showing others what they didn't have a chance to see at that time. And with whom should I share it? Make my own site with Photography in the name and have no followers? ;)

And I really have nothing to photograph. I did it all before.

But, well, apart from digressions about the artistic stagnation, I wanted to say that I found today some photographies that moved me. Maybe not because of their artistic flair, but the subject itself. Some photos are not ingeniously amazing, but the happiness lightning from them is very positive. Especially on such bad Monday as today.

America - in America everyone's happy.

So, what about happy families? do they exist?

Rebecca Sehn claims - yes and shows them

I love the light.

I love the themes of paths and open spaces and the ocean.

What a great metaphors of the family life.

This Little Lady is the Queen of  Charm!

Places

It's the last afternoon at home and I feel really sad. Tomorrow I return to my rented room. It's nearby, but nothing's better than your own quiet and comfortable place. I hate changes. I sit and think about moving, about changing locations, about how I want to have a cosy place just for my own. Yes, maybe I'm too young for this. It's time of rented flats, taming with discomfort, sharing place with other people. That's how it goes.
Today I'm running all the time into beautiful pictures of charming rooms, interior designs...and I almost feel pain in my chest.
So instead of interior photos I choose to look at outdoors.

And as I'm going to study French from this year and because I'll probably never go there because of my  anxiety, I choose Canal du Midi...
I've always prefered imagination than reality.

















Canal du Midi  (May 24, 1681). It connects the Garonne (near Toulouse) and the Mediterranean port of Sète. From December 7, 1996 is under the patronage of UNESCO.

And put it in your pocket...

I had a fight with my boyfriend yesterday's evening, but what good came with it is that he phoned me late at night to say that tonight, stars are massively falling down. I've never liked looking at the sky. It seemed boring to me and recently because of my anxiety problem I cannot stand this huge space the sky is. I feel trapped and frightened thinking about it. Oh, and my neck hurts so much when I look up!:)

But yesterday, just to be nice for my boy, I've opened my attic's window and waited for the star to fall. Once I thought I saw it, but it was nothing than a quick, blurred flash. But then - what a performance! It was very quick, but the star's "tail" glimmered in my eyes long after. Such a unique feeling. I know, that maybe for you, my dreamgirls and bloggers, it's an obvious experience. But I felt it for the first time and it was incredible.

Today, at our Polish sky it will be even more falling stars. It is said that about 1300 per hour! It's sad when think that the star ends their life like this. But that how it goes. 

Of course, I remembered to make a wish. What was it? No, I'm not afriad that if I tell you it won't come true. I thought about having a lot of magic moments in life. Yes, I dream about fairytales. And if they doesn't appear I will make them myself . As it is said here - it's all about power of your imagination.

I've got a nice nail laquer with silver glitter for my birthday. I think I will put it on for today star's show. Just in case someone wanted me to be his star this night...

Pink wall

Today I discovered this genius book cover of "Lolita", designed by Jamie Keenan. It's absolutely amazing. So gentle and shocking at the same time. I looked at other Keenan's projects, but none of them compare to this piece. I love the simplicity of the idea. I feel like it's asking questions about gender and feminity power. Reading "Lolita" from book with this cover would be surely forwarded by such interpretation.

Midnight note to Summertime

Dear me, I  promise to focus on little things and capture it more frequently into some kind of amateur art!

Playing some 60ties tunes, waiting as my wet hair make themselves into terrible knots. I'm thirsty but water with melon and mint leafs is probably still in the fridge. Already midnight. It will be another hot summer day. What will I take from it?

Latino housekeeping

I have to confess I like Eva Longoria's pretentious glam style (here's another her-inspired post).  With all my boredom with latin films and series, I can't help keeping an eye on what she's doing. Yesterday I've discovered a new series produced by her. Very similar to Desperate Housewives, the only difference is that the main characters are maids not housewives. All of them young and beautiful and that's the main reason I switched the first episode on. I like looking on beautiful women with charisma, it inspires me to "go on" with my everyday life and taking care of appearance.  

First minutes of "Devious Maids" frightened me (I don't like bloody carpets, talking about rapes and mysteries, as much as I hate Beverly Hills). The characters of rich employers are shallow and dumb, scenery is annoying and plot not very complicated. But main characters played by latinoamerican actresses are quite charming. 

I don't know if I will continue watching "DM", but maids themselves make me think about this energy and feminity and strenght and joy of women! As well as their nerve and emotionality. And I like this thoughts very much! 

Good advice

As I have many problems with my mind (thinking too much, dealing with anxiety, worrying about everything) I found those advices quite interesting. I know it tends to be a blog about fashion, crafts and so, but I much more an expert in fighting with psychological disorders than in style and beauty! 






"If you find yourself awake in the middle of night worrying, with thoughts whirling round repeatedly in your head, he has several strategies you can try. This is where imagery comes in useful again. Imagine there’s a box under your bed. This is your worry box. As soon as you spot thoughts that are worries, imagine taking those individual worries, putting them into the box and closing the lid. They are then to remain in the box under the bed until you decide to get them out again. If the worries recur, remind yourself that they are in the box and won’t be attended to until later on. An alternative is to choose a colour and then picture a cloud of that color. Put your worries into the cloud and let it swirl backwards and forwards above your head. Then watch it slowly float up and away, taking the worrying thoughts with it."

"Likewise, telling people not to think of their worries isn’t going to work. Instead Kerkhof recommends the opposite. Set aside 15 minutes in the morning and 15 minutes in the evening to do nothing but worry about the future. Sit at a table, make a list of all your problems and then think about them. But as soon as the time is up you must stop worrying, and whenever those worries come back into your head remind yourself that you can’t contemplate them again until your next worry time. You have given yourself permission to postpone your worrying until the time of your choice. Remarkably, it can work. It puts you in control."

from: Claudia Hammond - Time wrapped