lao.

the note anticipated that 'something very radical is about to happen'.
so begins the backward trawl through the weave of -
/people, peoples, individuals
/confirmations and revelations
/visual impressions
/connecting miscellany.

::

[fatimah restaurant. ventiane] this constant negotiation between the implicit faith and concrete practical, the innocent young and hardened old, the rarified and the common.



[nong duang sec. ventiane] reaching across.


[vang vieng.] quiet presence of nature, and the tangle of communications that goes on beneath it.


[patouxai monument. ventiane] the depths and heights of these individuals.


[peanut market. ventiane] with only what is of the earth and a weighing scale to translate its worth- metaphor of the most basic transactions between people. ?.

:: [ LAOS ]

spotting.

the physical features are six months old at least. but the ideas and thought gleaned off them-
relevent. theres a backlog of years to mull over, even as the minutes tick away. but-
grateful for having caught the sparks, and been irrevocably changed by;


[koeln. river rhein.] each city has a different vibe that reverbrates strongest ground up. perhaps looking upwards to the egalitarian sky blurs all distinction we believe we have. good therapy for the egoistic and depressed.?


[koeln dom]. advice: have passion. have vision. then build like crazy.


[pferde. wo?. while cycling with peishan] desktop material is stuff that reaches inspiration level.


[muenster.]


[an der grillabend. ?] admiration for their family. gratitude and love. and i am the observing shadow to their colourful vital lives.

eternity. spirit. nature. belief. concentrated unabiding warmth.

after butterfield8, remembering other fields;

wearing Berlin.

its a convenient re-arousal of passion; fashion in tv, finally getting another Vogue, having more moolah and time to get/ look at clothes, being able to go beyond the school corridors and workplaces..

that was a diversion.
spent time perusing street fashion blogs, and chanced upon those in new york, paris, helsinki, tokyo and singapore- beyond the colors, the shapes, the different flavors of style, it was mental gratification to feel out the culture of a people through their clothes.

and i love new york, but berlin wins for being Raw.
http://stilinberlin.blogspot.com


those adidas stripes again (think they are). beyond this snapshot of purity (of whatever their little hearts beat about), the composition is rather narrative-like. the man and kid in the background foreshadowing the couple in front.


this is berlin stereotyped, and exemplified.


this is berlin because... no one wears coats of that colour and length in this decade anymore. ? love it.






no one wears those shoes no more.
and do the graffiti influence the people, or the people influence the graffiti?


scruffy. and they look hungry. you dont get that in paris.
lieber lieber lieber the brown on brown neutrals.


saw my first all-pink european lady in muenster and this berliner reminds me of her.


what makes this berlin? i dont know; the adidas shoes? but what a Look being channelled.!




meant to have a sampling of ten, then i saw these. come on, how low-cost and old school grunge can you get with slit jeans and neo-70s hairdo?

what better accessory than an accidental symbol of freedom (a set of pollution- free wheels).

none of them looked like they had oodles of disposable euros to throw on Kleidung. which is part of the raw harshness to their clothes. their look isnt the convenient piece togethered rich- no blaring brands, and its not loud pop exhibitionist (eg. tokyo way). maybe im biased, but it reeks of deutsch industry and individual spirit. wunderbar.

Haus. innen/ draußen

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realisation. concrete.
that language allows for communication and exchange of ideas, mere trivia, darkest aspirations.
for connection. and while nature needs no language other than the most basic and primal of sensation and registration in the mind, in the heart, verbal language is the most direct mode of connection- to be spoken to directly lends no escape.

take that common mode of interaction away -are we doomed to never speak, in words or otherwise- , and youre left with filling in details of another life, all done on a solitary storyboard of your own visual notes and instincts. from observing the little lines that bond a family, to observing a figure at the bus stop, it doesnt stop until youve wondered what goes on behind quaint doors and vine covered walls to what this land you stand upon means, what lies behind the rthythm of its heart.

because i do so yearn to know you.


[near Vorlanderweg. Muenster.]
life growing all around, what goes on inside?


[Muenster.]
tell me what you believe in.


[biofarm. ?]
what goes on within you, who grows the earth?


[marg's haus.]
hermetically sealed. obvious bounderies always invite curiosity?


[muenster]
just because your mundanity reeks of foreigness. when one knows nothing, nothing is too trivial.


[haus.]
the ability to move on past and be content with the only gratification of beauty from the External, of the house.



[berlin. jewish museum]
among you, but how much of what i know is the real you. we move, and cast our thin shadows, you stay cursed to be still as more people come to see you, but merely slide between your smooth grooves, to pass out on the other side. who is more changed, us or you.



[en route to koeln.]
slipsliding tracks of life. nothingt static, but where do we all go? where do the passengers in the trains, the trains, the thoughts of the people waiting at the tracks, the ideas flashed in the ads to permeate our consciousness - where do you go?


at least i caught a wisp, which lends colour to a single moment in my life. thankyou.



[bremen.]
what do you sell. what do you look for. and to the drumming hippies at the back, what do you dream of?


[duesseldorf. ]
of people, of buildings as containments of people- facade alone, can entertain, provoke thought, and invite.


[Luebeck.]
a museum to tell me what you are; relics alongside the living in their sealed apartments, even as im oblivious to the wonder of life in the floating spectre above.


[vorlanderweg haus.]
nicola. rebecca. teresa.


[?. ]
if i i sidled up beside you, and whispered i wasnt sure... would you tell me what you think? to share with me your hopes which youve sent upwards to him?



[friedhof. muenster]
lives bound together, on earth in stone. was it like that in their lives? short of calling back spirits, these headstones display, but dont explain. one is free to derive as much or as little as is desired.



[koeln.]
sometimes the strata of the different times alongside each other just boggles.
the cologne dom calling forth centuries of devotion to the Father and Son; the traintracks having transported lives for many generations; the father and his son, life after life after life created growing; the single moment in time that unites the nation; even as the flag reminds of events past; the eternal waters flowings underneath.

am i meant to observe contently? if i could speak to you, would you tell me the true meaning of your existance?