the analog world

Today I was at my friend's place and I saw a picture on her wall, in which were three people walking on a trackway. The picture was taken by an analog camera. Those colours in that picture, it was just perfect. I don't really understand why people like to take perfectly sharp pictures with their SLR while you can take perfect pictures with an analog camera. Sharp pictures are too real and that's what makes them imperfect, because reality isn't perfect. A picture taken by analog camera looks like a dream. 

My friend's picture made me think of Wild Flower inspiration I recently found at tumblr (and a lot more perfect pictures which you can find at my tumblr < click). 

When I look at those flowers I hate myself and people for ruïning this world because we f***ing are ruïning the world 'God created' and now we are all going to hell, but we deserve it. How many places like these are there left on this planet? All I can see are things people created. And those creations might be great (it's so strange we people created things like internet, and that we have built amazing things), but things we make for people screw up the pretty, nostalgic places in this world. Planet earth is starting to get to small for us all. In a couple of years we might be ready to screw up the next planet. I hope not. I feel stuck in this materialistic world. And I admit that I am one of them (= people), so I am guilty, too. What can we do? Our biggest problem is money. And money is might. As long there is money there will be problems on this earth. 

The last spots I had in mind for photoshoots are in ruins, because people are building houses there. Not just houses, but row houses, hundreds of meters long. Narrow houses, which remind me of the old medieval towns, where people died because of the plague. People are put in boxes, because there is not enough space for all. [Seriously, this isn't a horror story]. 

Sometimes I just think really really deep about life and death. My opinion is very pessimistic. Sometimes I love my life, sometimes I hate it, because I think a lot about: what's the reason of life? What's our goal? I try to enjoy life and do a lot of things and get a lot of experiences, but in the end you die and all those thoughts and experiences are gone. In my view we are just animals. Very smart animals who can produce things like internet and houses and bridges, but still animals. I hope I will ever in my life be able to do something that change our situation [development cooperation or something, but than in a good way, not the we-keep-the-money-you-donate way]. 

I always try to see the beauty in life and every silly little thing on earth. I try to do things I really like and enjoy just to ignore the nagging feeling of guilt. At other moments, like now, I try to find a way to freedom to do something good (in ethical way). In these days, money = freedom. I am stuck in school but if I'd win the lotery right now I could quit today. It's so sad. Money is everything. The only thing that you can't buy is love. Love is something we need to feel less lonely in this life but in the end you are always alone. But what can I do right now? Nothing is big enough to change more than 7 miljard people's minds. The reason: people are too selfish. Everything someone does in daily life is because of themselves. 

And that's why the analog world is so much better. It's an escape. 

Anyway - I had no intention to talk so long about life and it's defects, my analog story supposed to be an introduction the te rest of the post but it turned out to be the rest of the post - I will talk about fashion again because I am just another selfish bitch who cares more about fashion than the environment and development. Sounds creepy to say such a thing about yourself but if I would care a little more I would send all my clothes to Africa but I don't because I want them myself (and it's very logic because those African people would do the exact same thing if they had money). The other reason I don't donate money is because I don't know for sure where my money goes. If I will ever do something for poor people, I would start my own foundation and do it myself, rather than give my money to people who probably keep it themselves. And I really, like, trust myself. I am not going to talk about fashion just because of selfishness - fashion is also an escape. Fashion is dreaming away, forgetting bad things in life. Fashion is also bad, because we all know how poor Chinese girls are in factories for more than twelve hours a day, making jeans for us. Still we ignore that.

Moschino Spring-13-rtw source

Burberry Prorsum Spring-13-rtw source

These collections are what I wanted to show you in the first place. Moschino created a beautiful we-are-so-happy collection, which I really like. Burberry created a more futuristic collection, which is also great. I don't like to think about the future too often, but I like futuristic things that are based on the imaginary future we used to think of when we were kids: flying cars, time machines, aliens. Oh, wait, I have got some really cool stuff about aliens and astronauts. 

Sources are tumblr and weheartit

Another way to escape: we like space because it is so mysterious. It is like an open-ended story. You can fill the holes yourself. There are a lot more ways to escape. Books, fantasy, movies, drugs, religion. Sports maybe. Facing the truth is just too much. 

News flash: I am escaping from this life too. Literally. I am going to do a High School Year in America from this summer. Last Friday I heard that I will stay in a host family in Texas (near Houston. There's an Abercrombie & Fitch there for the people who actually care about the A&F logo on their boring shirts)! The weather is hot there [praise the lord], so you won't hear me complain. I will have a host sister who is 8 years old and a host mother and a host father (who speaks Spanish too, how. cool.). The beach is 20 minutes away from their home. I am very curious to next year, and I am looking forward to it! 

- Rosalie