Dis Manibus Sacrum

Milivoje Starinac

RIP once again

too many times have I had to say that in the past few months.

too many times.

25/12/10

Merry Christmas...

Hej Stockholm jag älskar dig!

@Mahiki till 3, taxi @ 4:30

Flight to Stockholm at 7

Working 12-8

Flight @ 9

'Do you tell Tito everything we talk about?

'...no.'

Weep little lion man

Shoot on film for Wallpaper Magazine with Robi Rodriguez

1917

My great great granddad was killed during the Russian Revolution.

I'm learning about it at uni

'A Ljubav?'

Bench

Apparently friends

Pure anger is what i'm feeling now, i'm so angry i'm shaking.

Why is no one grateful for my friendship? why is it always a battle?

It's either me holding a friendship by a thread and trying desperately to keep them from snapping off, doing everything I can for them, planning my life around them, waiting to take a bullet for them.

or i'm a selfish bitch that only cares about my image.

how can that be the same person?

I think about all my friends throughout my life every single day, I don't forget anyone.

I thought back-chatting was immature when I was in year 9.

I had enough of that shit in EGA.

I hate, hate, HATE people that are all friendly with someone, then turn around and say 'god i hate that girl'

I've seen someone do that and it made me think they were such a shit of a person.

if you dont like me, that's fine

but it KILLS me to know that someone who I thought I was friends with was saying they didn't like me behind my back.

I dont like being taken for a dickhead.

And I don't do 'pretend friends'

From Rock to Rap in Three Days

Mystery Jets @ Round House

Roll Deep @ Kingston Hippodrome

Procedure

This tea, this cup of tea, made of leaves,

made of the leaves of herbs and absolute

almond blossom, this tea, is the interpreter

of almond, liquid touchstone which lets us

scent its true taste at last and with a bum,

in my case, takes me back to the yellow time

of trouble with blood tests, and cellular

madness, and my presence required

on the slab for surgery, and all that mess

I don't want to comb through here because

it seems, honestly, a trifle now that steam

and scent and strength and steep and infusion

say thank you thank you thank you for the then, and now

Jo Shapcott

Woods, Etc

footfall, which is a means so steady

and in small sections wanders through the mind

unnoticed, because it beats constantly,

sweeping together the loose tacks of sound

I remember walking once into increasing

woods, my hearing like a widening wound.

first your voice and then the rustling ceasing

the last glow of rain dead in the ground

that my feet kept time with the sun's imaginary

changing position, hoping it would rise

suddenly from scattered parts of my body

into the upturned apses of my eyes.

no clearing in that quiet. no change at all.

in my throat the little mercury line

that regulates my speech began to fall

rapidly the endless length of my spine.

Alice Oswald

'My theme is memory...

that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time.

These memories, which are my life- for we possess nothing certainly except the past- were always with me.'

Feather

My 3 day Halloween bender.

week of uni.

Belal's 26th

'Do you even know her name?'

Milos Vuleta in London

Stefan's new pad in Spitlefields.

Bench campaign tomorrow....

Halloween

Planned to be there at 5.

left house at 5.

Buses on diversion to Waterloo.

Train to Clapham Junction.

Text the 'wrong Rob'

Flip out on the phone to Andrew- who is still trying to get to Waterloo.

Train to Battersea Park

Walk to Battersea Power Station....

arrive about 6.30.

FREEZE FESTIVAL!

Drunk by 8pm...

'There isn't a light in this toilet?!'

'BABY GIRL!!'

'I am producshizzle up in this hizzle'

Merked the Crystal Maze.

Nike 6.0

I CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT!!

MARK RONSON

'We need to get you a mirror so you can check what colour you are.'

Bump the train to Victoria.

At Oxford Circus by 11pm.

Why is my bag now a clutch?

Where is my lens cap?

Why did I text a photo of my shoes?

Why am I talking to myself?...

Momos.

JoJo

Bed

Hackney City Farm

Parastos

& more bad news

10/10/10

A good day.

Rococo shoot:

ok so drunken compliment....

'I guess when i first met you i was like 'who is this ghetto white chick'... still think that sometimes'

'I was always set to self destruct'

And glow.

Glow.
Melt and flow.
Eviscerate your fragile frame.
And spill it out on ragged floor.
A thousand different versions of yourself

Thank fuck Fashion Week is over

Fuck you D&G

RIP

Vasilije Zarecki

I can't believe i've had to say rest in peace to two family members in just over a month.

You are, because to me you still ARE, a wonderful, funny, generous and extremely clever man.

I'll never forget our long drives, selling you magic tricks, calling my mother 'stron' and always feeling welcome and wanted at your home. Your brilliant children and beautiful granddaughter are all still carrying your sparkle, and your values and hearty character are preserved if not in them then in time.

I will always remember you as proud of your achievements

and laughing.

I'm rolling deep

Me -'I just requested some Roll Deep'

Target - 'Oh yer, we're pretty big here.'

Me - 'They asked who Roll Deep were'

'WHERE'S ESKI BOI?!!?'

'I donno, fuck him'

'When you gonna take your glasses off and shake your hair, all sexy secretary like?'

'Does your boyfriend know what he's dealing with?!'

'You're gonna pay £100 for a gram!??! fucking white girls man, I should be a millionaire.'

'OH FINE! I GUESS IF WE HAVE TO SIT WITH THE SATURDAYS, WE HAVE TO!'

'Yer there's only 3 of us left, the rest have been kicked out.'

'No, honestly, thanks so much for showering me in glass and then falling on top of me, it's blessed.'

'WHY IS HE CALLING ME GAY THOUGH?!?!'

'No one wants your fucking £60!

see, i'll rip that shit up!'

'Mans has obviously never been on a jail bus, YOU WON'T BE LAUGHING THEN!'

'Oi, Tijana, seriously.... you're the best woman in the world.'

'Tell it to em home boy .... tell it to em....'

'I have to be up for work tomorrow guys.'

'Yer and I have to be up early too, to sign on.'

Meet my friend,

she's got a hard back wind what more could you ask for?

Where do I live? it's just off Mare Street you might know it;

22 Heartbreak Avenue

Should I go churpse another man?

cos it might happen it just might happen

'I hate talking parties'

'I have a thing for boffins'

'I hate girls who beg their way through the first round of x-factor and then think they're the shit at FHM parties.'

CARNIVAL

Hampshire

I'm a no good gambling man with the wrong hand
Who's been hurt so many times.
But before you let me know
Before you let me go
You really shouldn't know
That I'm a no-good, used-up, bruised and fucked-up boy
Who gets beat up just by looking at you.
I'm a lonely soul, lost every single thing I've ever did own
But I never owned you.

Letters of Complaint

to train companies & history teachers.

Rain & Fashion Week

Sleeping & waking.

New SLR =)

Big Chill

Thursday:

9am start. Packed train. waited 2 hours. walked 2 hours.

camp: 6pm.

sleep: 11pm.

Friday:

1-2 Akala. rack of lamb. Thom Yorke. Splif. Mystery Jets.

Massive Attack. Bad Lieutenant...

Saturday:

Shower= nightmare

Route Master- lunch.

Metronomy. Tinie Tempah. Plan B. Kelis. MIA. Riva Starr. Plastician.

Munch. The Baseball Furies. Enchanted Garden. Press Tent. Silent Disco. Rob.

Sunday:

Sleep. Nicola Conte Jazz Combo.

Magic Numbers. Tattoos. The Villagers. Peak 1. Newton Faulkner.

Gregory Isaacs. Split. Peak 2. Joker.

Watched the egg burn.

Bumper Cars. Press Tent. Lilly Allen. DJs.

Jacob being a leg-end.

Monday:

Wake up: 5am. Leave: 6am.

full english breakfast.

Milo's by 10.

Home by 11.

WOULD YOU RISK IT FOR A CHOCOLATE BISCUIT?

RIP

Dragica Starinac.

i've never seen a sadder sight

27/07/2010