sunnuntai 24. helmikuuta 2013


If last week was weird, then this one has been straight up bizarre. I've been staring at the screen for half an hour trying to figure out how to describe it. It's really difficult considering the fact that I haven't had the time nor the interest to actually think about anything lately.

Ok this is going nowhere so I'm just going to show some pictures I took of Sonja a while back.

I took these for a school assignment. Once we had finished shooting I realized that I have completely neglected photography recently. I hadn't taken my dslr out in over two months and I don't think I've used any of my analog cameras in at least six months, other than the lomography fisheye which I usually take with me to raves. A few years back I felt naked without at least one camera with me
(I remember one occasion when I had my dslr, an analog reflex and a polaroid with me and I was totally cool with it too) and nowadays I just take shitty pictures with my iPhone and instagram the shit out of them. I'm thinking about boycotting instagram to revive my photographic urges. Who's with me? No-one?
ok :(

perjantai 15. helmikuuta 2013


I've had a pretty strange week so far. Not strange as in Britney Spears in 2007-strange but everything has just been super weird. Everything feels new (but not exciting) and at one point I actually started to think that I had amnesia or something. Maybe I'm getting senile. Shit.

me, my worst angle and 15 intensive minutes in photoshop

One of the things that made this week weird was a certain battle of willpower with the finnish postal system. My approach to the battle consisted mostly of complaining on facebook. Anygays, the story went something like this: I ordered a necklace and these cheap-ass white sneakers from the states last month. I had been eagerly waiting for their arrival and was tickled pink when I received the arrival letter on tuesday. This moment of ecstasy lasted for roughly a minute, because upon opening the letter I found out that my package was stuck in customs. I stared at the letter for a while before getting totally pee-em-essy about it. "I JUST PAID 35€ FOR THE DELIVERY OF A PAIR OF SHITTY SNEAKERS AND ONE FUCKING NECKLACE THAT COST 24€ AND NOW I HAVE TO PAY MORE MONEY THE FUCK SRSLY FUCK THE SYSTEM ANARCHY AAAAA" was pretty much the only thing in my head the whole day.
    I had already started planning to take over the country and sacrificing everyone who works at the customs to the devil, when I heard the doorbell ring. It was the delivery guy. I was sure that he had come to my door just to make me feel worse about my defeat, but he just asked my name and gave me the package and walked away. I was still certain that this was a trick, and asked about the customs fee. He said that it was 8,25€. I was handing him the money when he stated that "we don't actually charge fees under 10€". 

wtf srsly tho

were the exact words that came out of my mouth. I had just wasted my precious time planning to overthrow the government for this. I was about to kill a bitch before I realized that the delivery guy had already left.


Here's the necklace. It's by Han Cholo.
I like it thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

maanantai 11. helmikuuta 2013

I hate it when people (VII)

do simple diy stuff and think they're avantgarde as fuck. 
Don't get me wrong, I love diy and encourage people to do it, but what gets to me is when people think they're hot shit after a 15 minute session with a hot glue gun and some torn denim and who later go on bragging about it as if they had just finished painting the Sixtine chapel. I could list hundreds of these simple feats of diy fuckery but I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. Or short an highly acidic in better words.

 The half-bleached denim shirt

I'm pretty sure all of you have seen these. The people who wear these in public are usually your typical H&M rock/hobo chic gurlz, who don't seem to understand that Smells Like Teen Spirit isn't actually the only song Nirvana ever made and that the "t-shirt with the funny mouth print" is actually a Rolling Stones merch knockoff. I know, I too find it hard to believe that people like this still exist.

Studded collars 

Being already so done with studs these seriously get on my nerves. Albeit attaching studs can be nerve wrecking, doing it doesn't make you hardcore or artistic or anything else that you think it does. It just ruins your shirt. End of discussion.

The fucking galaxy denim shorts

These shorts are seriously so overrated. In pretty much every tutorial you can find for making these the author usually starts off by saying that these shorts are unique. Excusez-fucking-moi but I've seen cheeseburgers more unique than this crap. The artistic ability needed to make these is equal to that of a five-year-old. All you need is some fabric paint and 30 minutes to smudge it all on some shitty denim and presto! YOU'RE A TEENAGE WHITE GIRL.

ps. if you're confused about the numbering at the end of the title, this is actually part of a series I do that mostly centers on things that I hate/find annoying. I hid all of my old posts, but I'm thinking about reposting the first six parts of these bitchfests I've written. Because frankly my dear, they are hilarious as fuck.