12 May 2014

lay not my bones apart from thine

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i have always been fascinated with ancient greek mythology and culture. i realise that my notion of ancient greece is idealised, that i may have not survived birth for being too weak, i could have been killed young, that there was slavery. however, comparing it to the present day, it seems to have been more pure, more basic, essential. we are slaves still, just in a different way. and i would rather die young than live numb. (or would i)

in my view, mythology speaks of human virtues (and weaknesses): of honour, strenght, health, love, relationship with the natural and supernatural.

some time ago, me and my friend who i miss dearly read the unabridged translated version of the odyssey by homer. we met multiple times, drank some coffee, smoked a few cigarettes, took turns and read out loud to each other. it was heartwarming and thrilling to follow odysseus's adventures. it seemed like a huge accomplishment when we finished reading the book. after the last sentence, we were silent for a while.

inspiration. influence. appropriation.

7 February 2014

hey bro i love you so

antoine93 (fka dresden dresses) performing in prague tomorrow (link here), i'll be playing before him, just a small dj set, really.
   

5 January 2014

sans everything

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

~*~

(W. Shakespeare, As You Like It)

20 December 2013

originals

i'm very happy that this photoshoot that you can see whole on paulina's tumblr here with kaa is this nice, i think it bears some honesty in it even though it's staged and i like the clash of cool and uncool. we are wearing clothes from adidas originals, they're pretty cool (have a look here).


19 December 2013

i am a real person


this i made for artikl, an art/culture magazine that asked me to make a video to accompany its first issue
it deals with the topic of emotionality in virtuality and vice versa. it's accompanied by distorted music and a shocking dialogue.

20 November 2013

wanna wear me

see you this saturday at meetfactory, where i'm selling, among other things:

a leather jacket
a prada-style coat
a (fake) dalmatian jacket
a religious sweater
an aquatic sweater
mesh c thru stuff
lots of other jackets and sweater
lots of t-shirts and shirts as well
skinny jeans
bags
and quite a lot of diy stuff by me
prices will start at approx. 30czk and clothes will vary from cheap to exclusive pieces
see ya.