Am tired. And haven't even started yet. Is that really worth it?
Monday, 27 June 2011
Some couple of weeks ago, my school had a final exhibition for us graduates. We partied so good, it was insane! It was that kind of perfect party were you always were drunk cause somebody always gave you something to drink, and you always had someone to talk to, because there were so many people attending it. Oh and it was supernice to have my pictures on the wall too.
Here are some pictures from the photobooth some guys from class put up.
Some of the coolest personas I know
Bt. I love him. He's ruined me for all other men, sigh.
Me and two of the coolest girls ever. I love Hege's face (her in the middle).
My hot lover (for that night hurr) and me.
My gang and me. I love you.
I LOVE that smile!
Best people ever (yes I am really missing everyone right now)
I love this picture!
I love his jaw!!!
And two randoms and me (no kidding, I know them both very well. They're cool I promise)
Friday, 24 June 2011
Right now I am in a bit of a mess. In my head that is.
I'm finished at a school where I studied the one thing I knew how to feel right with, and got what I suspected - average results. I'm not bad, but hell I aint good either. One part of me feels good about that, how on earth would I feel if I was perfect in it? Then what to do? But still it is that part of me that just wishes I could be just a tad bit above average for once. Cause if this is the one thing that makes me feel so right in this world, shouldn't I get good results in it? Shouldn't this one thing be what makes me special?
So this last week I've been thinking a lot, been ashamed, sad, rootless and bewildered. "What is the point in going to London? It's not like I have anything to acchieve there anyway" "What the hell should I do now? I'm done and I'm still not good".
But yesterday I talked with a friend of mine who, as always, makes me think in so many other directions it's insane. And she reminded me that I still have art. When she sat there talking about Salvador Dali and laughing of my love for Monet, it sort of hit me - I'm not born for that sort of photography. Yes it has been fun, but I've always tried to get my art in it, and that's maybe where I've failed. Cause I don't know myself (who do at the age of twenty), I am twisting myself between art and photography and fashion, and well, if you don't know who you are, how are you supposed to know what is your art or how to express yourself through fashion photography?
So now I think I have sort of decided my course for this fall: I will go to London. But not to become a shooting fashion photography star. I will go there to find myself, find just a hint that tells me that this is the right direction to go. And if I don't find it, well, then I'll move someplace else. So that I at least see the world in the process.
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Friday, 17 June 2011
FINALLY my dress has arrived. Blue, wavy, perfect (minus a little detail I have to fix. But no biggie)!
And tomorrow I'm gonna wear it at a big summerparty at work. It's gonna be awesome.
But now I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted from going bananas at the groceries today when I found out I've gotten money and could buy food again. Night!
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Monday, 13 June 2011
Friday, 10 June 2011
My graduation-exhibition is tomorrow. And I have NO idea what to wear! Why can't my way-too-late-internet-ordered-dress just magically get in my mail tomorrow?!?
Or I could just go looking like a warrior-princess of some kind, which I ended up with today when I looked in my closet to find something nice to wear...
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Four pictures from yesterday's party at Karianne's.
And when Charlotte and I went home at around 4:30 in the morning, we walked in the most awesome fog ever. So then I had to take pictures of it of course.
I am so looking forward to the exhibition-party the school is throwing on friday. And then I'm done with school forever (until the day I figure I want to do some more. Which probably will happen in two weeks, when I figure out I'm too scared to start my career just yet).
Friday, 3 June 2011
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Am considering makin a little book/pamphlet-ishy thing with just photobooth-pictures of myself.
Am I maybe starting to get a bit too narcissistic? Naah, lets call it art and a way of expressing myself or something.
Btw, Molly Soda, I think I'm in love with you.