kinietiškas niekutis – karšto bato spirito lygis
nuo tada, kai nusipirkau tris kojas, vis pafotkinu vakarais (naktimis). jei pažiūrit į mano flickerį, tai jau turėjot pastebėti. kad ir kaip derinau, bet trikojis šiek tiek trumpokas, tai susikuprinus per tamsų ieškiklį žiūrėti, ar tiesus naktinis horizontas, yra belenkoks pita (šiknaskaudis). mačiau jau senai jebėjuje prie kinietiškų bezdelūškių tokius žaislinius gulsčiukus, bet buvau nusiteikęs skeptiškai. o dabar noriu pasakyti abejojantiems – šitas niekutis tikrai vertas tų dviejų svarų. nusipirkau ir jau išbandžiau – neteko tiesinti nė vienos nuotraukos, tik prieš tai kontroliuojamose sąlygose reikia patikrinti, kur tiksliai turi stovėti burbuliukas, nes maniškiame tai jis turi bazuotis šiek tiek kairiau ;] mačiau, kad yra variantai su trimis burbuliukais, bet realiai tai man užtektų ir vieno. antram dar sugalvoju pritaikymą, bet trečiam jau trūksta fantazijos.
aš nežinau šito fotografo, konceptas pasirodė įdomus. bet patumblerinau grynai dėl tos vienos fotkės. labai tapybiška, tik ant šito moniko kažko labai tamsi atrodo.
Jo, suprantu, aš irgi užkibau ant to kabliuko. Bet visas albumas – “odd not in a good way”, google tuom padeda įsitikinti :-)
pkmk tmblr
iškarpos iš interneto. sukauptos per tumblr.com servisą. nereguliariai ir neįpareigojančiai.
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In technology, once you have bad programmers, you’re doomed. I can’t think of an instance where a company has sunk into technical mediocrity and recovered. Good programmers want to work with other good programmers. So once the quality of programmers at your company starts to drop, you enter a death spiral from which there is no recovery
What Happened to Yahoo (via bijan)
The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses—behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.
Muhammad Ali (via kareem)
Convince a hundred monkeys to leave their typewriters and abandon their efforts to write Shakespeare and give them a lomo-lca and you’ll eventually get the gallery of the lomo site.
DarkDaze gets to the party disappointingly late - “Don’t Think Just Shoot” -or why “All that…
This is a dog dancing the merengue, you’re welcome.
Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross – Hand Covers Bruise (no piano)
The first song from Trent Reznor’s Social Network Score.
Yup, that’s dark.
Photo Series of the Day: “Inside Mad Men” — Rolling Stone magazine goes behind the scenes.
[rollingstone.]
Yes, yes, and yes. This is wonderful.
At the end of Glass Jars, I take the glass jar from the Mohlers’ porch—and what I didn’t mention in the video is, I also took two college yearbooks. I mean, I stole them. It’s a criminal act. I always laugh, because there are these books on Zen photography at Barnes & Noble. I think photography is the most anti-Zen activity. It’s all about stopping time, possessing things, holding onto them. And you know, if my goal was to be a healthy person, photography would not be the thing. I have this joke about becoming a binoculographer: you go around and look at the world without photographing. That would be a spiritually healthy way of taking things in. But this wanting to possess it is not so healthy.
Visual Arts » Dismantling My Career: A Conversation with Alec Soth (via lapuravidagallery)
Denis 2009.12.30 16:59
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Customer Reviews
Gray Matter
The majority of photographs in this book are taken in and around an airport terminal. There are photos of the landing strip, parking lot, some interior shots, windows, etc. They are also all printed with a dark grey tone. The cover image of the chairs is actually one of the brightest and most colorful images. But imagine a parking lot or the concrete of an airport terminal covered with a dark gray haze. Apparently this is due to the artistic technique but it creates a monotonous and gimmicky feel. There are also some additional shots of a woman which are in a snapshot, blurred style that feel very unlike the landscape images. The whole effect is odd and dark but not in a good way. I actually like the cover image a lot but the rest of the book doesn’t hold up.
Not what I expected
I like very much this photographer, but this book is one work which I really don’t understand/like.