This sweater is damn comfortable. I think it also make me look a bit like a raccoon but other people seem to think it makes me look more like John Watson in that tv-show named after his friend.
Me. Today. Hello. #gpoy
Tired on train.
You can’t tell from this photo, but this is my favourite sweater. It’s falling apart and despite the holes that has unravelled at the neck, I refuse to lie it down to rest. It’s a part of me damnit. It’s comfortable and unpretentious in a way only well-worn clothes can be.
In the dark, my eyes look a bit inhuman. #gpoy (Taken with Instagram)
The cross section of a Venn diagram with crazy genius hair and ancient aliens moron hair. #gpoy (Taken with Instagram)
Me (not the crappy phone camera) feel a bit shitty again. It goes up and down and I have had it. Want to be happy damnit. #gpoy (Taken with Instagram)
GPOYT.
GPOY, test shot for phone series.
Headphones with pretty voice in, sleep imminent — I hope.
GPOY. Stuck in that sinking feeling of loneliness. (Taken with instagram)
Time for some hairy sleep to yet another episode of COSMOS. (from instagram, obviously)
Source: instagr.am
Tried to figure out a less intrussive background. Here a blue blanket.
Guest directed self number… five. Find a favourite song and show how you listen to it and what it makes you feel. I cheated a bit as I took a favourite album instead: The Joy Formidable’s A Balloon Called Moaning. It’s hard to show what it makes me want to do because mostly it makes me feel at ease and happy and content and mumble along. Not the stuff of good photographs, at least not what in the melancholy aesthetic I work in.
Finally got my thumb out of my ass and did a guest directed self. The mirrored self — this is a mirror on a mirror — is number four I think, have yet to do one or two or three or even five. I even tried to het the face to reflect on the stomach for a proper Arnim Zola effect but alas, that didn’t work at all.
