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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 :(

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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.

IT'S VEIKKO AGAINST THE GOVERNMENT AND I'M WINNING BITCHES

STICK IT TO THE MAN!!

Here's the necklace. It's by Han Cholo.

I like it thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

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.

sweep sweep

I still have to spend most of my free time at the library but it ain't that bad honestly. The soothing buzz of the ac sorta sounds like Bach once you listen to it nonstop for hours on end. But enough about that, I have actually something more interesting to ramble about.

The vernissage last friday went great. I decided to quit my drinking strike that night, but I still managed to take it easy on the drinks. Well, sorta. But at least I wasn't the one stumbling and mumbling this time. Katja, a good friend of mine was.

A fraction of the crowd that popped by, photo by Jenna Jauhiainen

The vernissage ended at 10pm (I think) after which I went on a shortlived but fun bar tour. I don't have any accurate recollection of the crazy shit that went down but I do, however, have some blurry and bizarre photos.

 Me, Sonja and Meri being the drunken fucktards we are

more drunken fuckery

I went home pretty soon because I was seriously off my tits. I vaguely remember kissing someone in the tram and falling face first on the way home. The first one may have been a dream but the latter one sure as hell wasn't. Ouchie

But that was last week, and now it's another 2,5h till the next weekend and all it's drunken fuckery starts. I leave you with a sneak peek of the KaksiTvå shoot I did today.

freebies yayyy

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I just promised to keep updating regularly and now I have realized that I actually don't have time for any non-school related business. But FUX DAT imma do it anygays!

I haven't been at home much lately, which isn't unusual, but this time the reason isn't going to raves or being too drunk to get home. I've been at the library. Studying. Every day for the last two weeks. That's more studying than I've ever done in my life and my brain feels like it's splitting in half. The fact that I've sworn not to drink this month isn't making it any better. But at least I get shit done and maybe, just maybe I'll manage to graduate this spring.

But my life isn't as miserable as I make it seem, because a lot of good stuff has happened to me lately.

For example,

one of my paintings is going on display at a really cool gallery:

Alfauros (Alpha Male), oil on canvas

I made this painting for my art diploma. The assignment was to make a piece about some sort of discrimination you've encountered/been subject to in the society. I chose to do one about gender discrimination, but from the male perspective. When talking about gender discrimination, people tend to focus on the position of females in society and the aesthetic expectations it requires from them. I chose to paint Arnold Schwarzenegger, because I think the person the media makes him seem is the quintessential macho man, the man that every man is in one way or the other expected to be. 

Cold, simple and pumped full of steroids.

Arnold just casually posing before the show

My painting will be on display in the TRUCCARE CHARTA exhibition at OMANIMI gallery (Albertinkatu 22 in Helsinki) opening tomorrow (25.01.).

Be sure to check it out if you're in the neighborhood.

FRESH START

So yeah.
I basically decided to start blogging again.
For the fourth or fifth time. I lost count years ago.
But this time I swear it's gonna be different, I'm going to not just try updating this blog weekly, this time I will actually do it. Starting now.

I'm going to tell you a story about a certain piece of clothing i found at a second hand store a few weeks back. I am of course talking about the already well-known baby blue faux fur jacket, aka the illest shit I've ever owned.

There she is. Isn't she a beauty?

This baby cost me 6€, which is practically nothing compared to it's sheer awesomeness. What makes it even more awesome are the pictures you can take with it. I guess these shots from a little photoshoot we had with Meri are sufficient pieces of evidence.

I have never worn this much make up before and I doubt i will be wearing this much too often in the future. But I gotta admit that it was really fun to be all dolled up and it really suited the "character" I was "playing". oh god I'm sounding so pretentious right now.

As you can probably imagine, we had a shitload of fun and also managed to take some sick photos. But it would've never worked without the baby blue princess of faux fur jackets, my Shaquintana.

yes I actually named it don't judge