Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Gia Carangi






“Gia was seventeen in 1977, when I first saw her at the Mudd Club, a rock-and-roll joint where Debbie Harry of Blondie used to hang out. She looked like a biker in a studded black leather jacket, cowboy boots, and no make-up. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. She told me she had just arrived from Philadelphia and was doing a little modeling though it wasn’t really what she wanted to do. Later I met her again at Ara Gallant’s house, which wasn’t surprising because Ara’s house was a cool meeting place for new beauties in town. There was something about Gia that attracted me to her, and we became friends, though she was always evasive and mysterious.” Diane Von Furstenberg, Diane: A Signature Life.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011



Weeping silently for the pain of others
Every night a tearful rosary
A victim of the curse of empathy
Her reward for compassion is to suffer

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Is this art?

Well, is it?
nope, I don't think so

Monday, March 14, 2011

The World's Worst Place to Be Gay & The Worlds Most Dangerous Place For Women









I'm shocked and in disbelief, I can freely quote Shakespeare now and it would be 100% true: " Hell is empty, and all the devils are here".
How can I have faith in humanity when things like these are happening in the world?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

I've been looking

a lot of interior design blogs... I'm renovating the half of my place this year so I've just been looking around. So many great blogs...
I love colours, cos winters in Sarajevo are so bleak and colour really helps you go through those grey stressful days.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

XXVI


I got some extremely old photos scanned. I don't
know much of the people on these but I just like the way they look like. How Sarajevo looks, the way they're all dressed. I know some of the people on the photos, they're all friends and family, but most of them are dead now.

My grandfather is the guy on the left, hat and coat, Dick Tracey style!
He was actually a police inspector and in KOS! Behind them you can see Vijećnica which got burned during the war..


On this one my grandfather is on the far left, and they're walking right next to the river Miljacka which goes through Sarajevo.


Honestly, I don't know who these people are, I presume that the woman in the white dress is my grandmother's cousin or sister. She died before I was born so I honestly don't know..


And this is my dad, he was a partizan! Yaay go dad!


I'll upload more later, I'm really sick so I don't feel like sitting and watching at the computer screen


Monday, March 7, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I'm ill



Went to a great dubstep party... and got ill on it. Very high fever, extremely high heels pains, barely made it home. I thought I'll faint on the way. Luckily a friend escorted me home, without her I would be in the gutter calling ambulance.
So thanks Isis!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

I'm gonna turn these into prints



for t shirts

I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And their farming babies
While the slaves are working
The blood is on the table
And their mouths are choking
But I'm growing hungry