Videkisse - Analog Photography

berlin summer fall 07

my friend max

anders and me went fika. anders washes his hands after going to the restroom at the café.

one warm summer night in mauerpark.

tali and max.

elin from linköping.

anders and elin.

me dancing in my room in der rykestrasse 4.

saturday evening and i was sitting home, feeling low and procrastinating my essaywriting with samtal pågår med peter stormare on the radio. it makes me feel old. peter stormare talks about a deer that he looked in its big glossy eyes before it died when they were shooting a movie. he feels like a child sometimes. and he can serve as an intermediary between the living and their future and the dead. sometimes when he sees a person, an intense flashback about their fateful future rushes through his mind, just like in a bad Hollywood movie. and when we dies, he says, what you believe will happen will come true. it is very simple, he says. when a bird comes and sits next to him he can se in its eyes that it is Ingmar Bergman, and that makes it a beautiful day. then gustav called me. he said hey vad gör du? kom över hit, det är värsta festen här, so i grabbed my coat and went to meet him on the street across subway. while i stood there the cars was slowing down and it made me a little paranoid, they probably thought that i was a prostitute. suddenly i heard someone shouting my name from far. it was gustav. he was standing on a balcony somewhere in a side street.

they had been playing for a while and everyone seemed to have a really good time. in the coach sat Saatäää, a guy from Gothenburg who played in Allsvenskan and now lived in Florida. he was visiting north park for a couple of days, he told me, maybe he wanted to transfer. he once played a game in Värnamo, he told me. Fy fan, fy fan, who the hell lives there, thats what i wondered. Fy fan, who the hell lives there? he said and we laughed. i drank a sugarfree red bull.

gustav had made his tatoo and was really pleased with the result, shine on you crazy dimond is his favorite song of all times.

Saatäää is the dj, and raps with the pen as a microphone. his playlist:
"shake that ass girl" 50 cent
"ghetto superstar" pras michael feat ODB and Mya
"here without you" 3 doors down
"hero" enrique iglesias

my playlist:
"my hump" black eyed peas
"i believe in a thing called love" the darkness (when i head bang to this song gustav says that it makes him think about sahara hotnights)
"light my fire" the doors
"take me out" franz ferdinand
"damn it feels good to be a gangster" ghetto boyz
"satisfaction" rolling stones (during this song the players offer me their bier which i spill on my notbook)
"clint eastwood" gorillaz
"smooth criminal" michael jackson
"get low" ludacris and the ying yang twins (this was not my choice of song though)

stevie and gustav, roomies, are rubbing in their tatoos (stevie has made a cross) with lotion.

there was a lot of peeing at the party. one guy peed from the balcony and after i left, some girl peed in the kitchen, i was told from a valid source.

down town

"IN THE LOST FORESTS OF CHICAGO", BY CHARLES

The grass, trampled underfoot

Cradles our heads as we ask

the question of the hour:

Are we worthy?

But the hour has passed,

And the first fallen leaves

Scatter in the empty parking lot.

The philosopher, nearing death

Clings to the arm of his beloved

She has always been there.

Fearing, wildeyed

He looks to the sky, seeing

Cloudballoons drifting fantastic

Billows rolling and rising

The tempest,

In gruesome fast-forward

The curtain has torn!

The curtain has torn in two.

Oh quiet empty hours,

He remembers when

The earth opened up,

A cracked skull,

Underneath the train

Rattling away from the city.

A child,

He was only a child.

Strange, the spider-web memories,

Once lost,

That now fill his mind.

The river in the summer woods

Has twisted new paths,

Whitewater channels for his thoughts

As they flow onwards, onwards

Approaching the violent ocean.

Revelation is a vast and endless

Space, a comfortable falling

Have we learned to live?

Make a flip-turn at the wall, and

Push off.

western after school

little adventure in the german/croatian district on the sunny day. me and hilda and sara after school. at lincon square there are many nice small shops, with clothes from the early nineties for old ladies and wedding dresses and toystores with second hand toys, and used book stores.

At Lauries Planet Sound new and used records, cd:s and video there was a high fidelity atmosphere. i bought a couple of books (dracula by bram stoker, little house on the prairie, collected poems by poe) and enjoyed the lovely and spontanious interior design, with vhs shelves (people actually buy those?) and mixtapes with colored labels behind the counter.

the staff was really nice.

piles of books and shelves at "Used Books".

a young woman and a man sitter behind the desk. me and her had the same taste of books so she picked out some for me. my favorite finding was Schampo Planet by Douglas Coupland in hard paperback with some spilled coffee on it, 9 dollars. when we told them we came from sweden she started myspacing on a swedish indie band that i never heard before. her co-worker liked the music. tell all your friends to come to our store, bye, he said.

belmount 2.0

me and gustav and his american buddies and joanna and frida went to belmont strolling about for couple of hours, into small shops, gustav checked out the place where he wanted to get a tatoo. he decided to wait a couple of days before he really made up hid mind about its size and style.

frida.

random alley with art on the walls and messed up wires.

a cute old man that i sat down with at the cafe where we had bagels, carrots cakes and coffee with free refill. we talked about my studies and he said that he had lived his whole life in chicago. he also said that i was a beautiful young woman, not in a way that made me feel uncomfortable but more in a way of trancending the dimensions of age and lives.