Home is where outside world is not

I recently moved away from my parents to an apartment in the centre of Ljubljana. I decorated and renovated it myself, with the help of family and friends. During hours of painting and scraping off old tiles, during countless cigarettes and long baths it has become very dear to me. Even when it's dirty, when I'm alone, or when moths intrude, I feel safe and hidden here.

New Year's Evening Ennui

These photos were taken on New Year's Eve. Yes, that was quite some time ago, but at the beginning of January always comes a flood of ugly party photos with drunk people's red faces on them. These are nothing like it. My lovely friends, glitter, fur, velvet, disco - it was a good, good night, full of shiny things and silly deeds.

Parapluie

For a moment I thought my heart was healing, sadly it was only a mind trick.

With love,

Pie

New theory

It was more than a year ago, my nineteenth birthday, and I wasn't feeling particularly well. Rapunzel came to my place so I wouldn't be alone. We sprinkled our lips with golden glitters and wrapped our bodies in fur. We took photos with my plastic camera and pretended we were models. I remember we talked about our lives and the future long into the night.

"We should start a band." I said to her a couple of days ago. I think we could do amazing things together.

With love,

Pie

Findoftheday: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

Two amazing photographers.
They published a book called The Architect's Brother.

More beauty on their official website.

Overflow

Wound

Migration

These Days

It is a strange time of the year. Days are so short I cannot even absorb them properly. It feels like I am watching a film. Things are happening right in front of my eyes but I do not have the strength or ability to change the plot. There is this great void in my heart waiting to be filled with something indifferent, something which would make the unexplainable sorrow and sadness a little bit easier. If only I knew what I am looking for.

My mind is filled with questions and thoughts about this past year, about all the decisions I made, about all the words that were left unsaid, about all the people who came upon my way and about all the things  that never happened even though I wished more than anything they would. I want to find a way out of my mind but the ghosts from my past mercilessly haunt me.

I used to be able to shut the outer world and melancholic thoughts about the unbearable lightness of being out. I buried my self in work, chasing the goal of being the best at something. I honestly thought this was the key to happiness and it actually was for a while but the magic quickly faded and I was left with nothing.Today, I have no idea what I am doing or where I am going. I am the wanderer who seeks yet never finds his rest. 

Winter has not been kind to me, to us but there is still some light that never goes out and I choose to believe this is enough.

With love, Pie

Autumn is pink

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Slovenia, suburbs, sunset

City With No Children

Photowalk in Kamnik, my hometown. Revisiting places from my past, places long lost in my memory.

Secret corners where we used to play hide and seek, abandoned factory which we never dared to enter,

a statue in front of my school in which we threw snowballs every winter, a vast field of wheat, which is gone now...

Places seemed so different, so sad and wistful, as all who used to find their magic kingdoms there were gone forever.

With Love,

Pie.

Findoftheday: Lissy Elle

 

more awesomeness on her Flickr photostream.

Rapunzel

new old Canon: debut

Bubbles!

Oh how lovely it would be to float above Paris right now, dressed in super classy clothes and being very lady-like with an extremely cool vehicle.

This is the Bubble series which was created in 1963 by Melvin Sokolsky for Harper's Bazaar. Isn't it great? The model is so beautiful. Alone in a big plastic bubble, but not lonely. She has her own world within a world, where she is comfortable, content and untouchable.

Not to mention  this was years before photoshop was invented!

With love, Pie.