A few days ago I was processing some photographs of the Harry Potter Exhibition in Madrid for my share of (my) other blog [komorebi-birds.com if you’re interested] and I came up with this photograph / edition. I love the way it has turned out, the colours and shadows, it reminds me of a vanitas …
The colour note on a grey and random street of Tokyo.
Old photographs from another life.
Trickery and fake memories.
Or perhaps was it only a dream?
I hate clowns, they are the creepiest creatures. Especially clown dolls. Ugh.
This one is from the Harry Potter Exhibition in Madrid, the figure the Boggart turned into in the 3rd movie. What would that Boggart have turned to for me?
Sumi was a little girl so kind and good everybody thought she was a descendant of the Gods. With her hair silver as the moon in a summer night and her skin as white as the snowy winter, Sumi lived to be loved and treasure by everyone in the village. Her parents gave her a blue kimono that represented the flow of a river that is time, in an attempt to make her live forever.
But Sumi’s heart was obscure and full of fears, so many years has been she adored that a wall was built inside of her soul. She could not feel love nor hate, she did not felt pain nor passion. She became a doll for the devotion of all.
In blue, silver and white. Forever.
[Bad] Cloudy weather for a [bad] cloudy-mood day.
My earliest memories are from this red house. I remember being there in the hot summer days, lazing around with nothing more to worry about than having fun and drink lemonade. We used to go to the lake to swim when the heat was unbearable. We would spend all day together and yet we wouldn’t get tired of each other. I remember the happiness of the first day in the Red House, sleeping with the sounds of the animals at night, the scent of the nature and the soft babbling of the nearby river. Every time I see this photograph I hear the calm of the house and the noises of the laughs.