sex drugs porn. germany.

berlin.
googlesearch berlin. bored/dreaming/research. found this blog, and in here he writes about germany being the heart of perversity.
can't help but like these masks. inspired. tomorrow i am gonna get started. enough playtime in umeå. tomorrow is masks_making_monday.

vomit x4.

vomit.

the weddingcouple that just happened. / fuck feelings.

afterwards, i realized it looks like a happy family.
yesterday and première for our club/gallery/everything/mixing wild, c. u. next thursday. someone told me one of the pieces i showed there looked like a space/german/something/armour. completely made my evening.
thanks to all those dancing legs for dragging their bodies to lust. and hope to c. u. next thursday.


pleated shoulder pad in oilcloth. i want to make it more three dimensional. and attach some more serious shoulder stuff. and maybe i should make it a dress.

how_much_pounds_will_you_lose_if_you_trew_up_all_your_food?

schoolproject. first and not final sketches. we are making a printed minicollection with the theme "camouflage". it was all kind of blurry, but she said something about thinking of what we are hiding from. so i am making four peaces with printed vomit on. my plan is to just pour paint over them, in disgusting colours and smear it on. not necessarily because we hide from vomit. but because it is fun. the idea started when i thought about how we hide, and came to the conclusion that we do not. trying to be seen is our protection. also, a top with pouring paint all over represents our societies abundance and mass consumption.
making the paint like vomit, is another twist. perfect top for messy nights. a little bit inspired by my a night one weekend, vomiting on the bus. if you do vomit on this one, no one will ever now. just use perfume.

obsessed by girls. girls like men.

some kind of. collection.

not at all finished. not at all my final decisions. but i think, something that shows something they might understand tomorrow.

day one of serious. sketching.

first real workingday with the collection. no longer just in my head. i think it is going to be interesting. and kind of like me right now, chaos. and damn hot.

try not to loose it. / heads spinning.

need to sort my thoughts. get that final collection sketched. tomorrow. need to find a quiet café, drink coffee and work.

when there is nothing else just dance.

space ghetto_dress.

jacket. under construction.

thinking about calling it fuck the forest an focus on architecture.
i do not want to think about how many hours i have spend/ will spend on this.
but i love it, going nuts and fucking all logic. i get a wierd feeling in my body, when tearing fabric apart in scraps, ataching it where it looks good, creasing it where i feel like. feeling.
fabric: perfect mix between rough/dark/ugly/clean/handsome/soft. dark grey. might have to go wild on the scraps, my brain will soon stop working because of all controlled fabrics i have been using lately.

asian girls. chinese lover.

last weeks work: drawn in five minutes in class/looks like shit but you get the point.

the exercise was to find a picture, and draw a outfit with this in mind. no thoughts, only feeling. then show these in class, discuss the symbolism and interpretation in them.

big fat man holding beautiful woman-picture from vogue 1995. this is him wearing her.

we switched pics, i got one of a amusement park. five minutes to make a new sketch. switched sketches with eachother and had to come up with a name for it.
so this is now spider.

to no one in particulary. just people in general thinking their princes.