srijeda, 28.11.2007.

#205 - NSK

We shall fight in France
We shall fight on the seas and oceans
We shall fight in the hills
We shall fight on the beaches
We shall fight on the landing grounds
We shall fight in the fields and in the streets
We shall go on till the end
We shall defend our state
We shall never surrender

By Laibach (origanl Winston Churchill's speech)

28.11.2007. u 11:47 • 5 Komentara • Print • #

utorak, 27.11.2007.

#204 Red & Goth Nikolina

Thank God I'm pretty
The occasional free drink I never asked for
The occasional admission to a seedy little bar
Invitation to a stranger's car
I'm blessed
With the ability to rend a grown man tongue-tied
Which only means that when it's dark outside
I have to run and hide can't look behind me
Thank God I'm pretty

Thank God I'm pretty
Every skill I ever have will be in question
Every ill that I must suffer merely brought on by myself
Though the cops would come for someone else
I'm blessed
I'm truly privilaged to look this good without clothes on
Which only means that when I sing you're jerking off
And when I'm gone you won't remember
Thank God I'm pretty

Thank you God
Oh, lord
Thank you God
Oh, oh and when a gaggle of faces appears around me
It's lucky I hate to be taken seriously
I think my ego would fall right through the cracks in the floor
If I couldn't count on men to slap my ass anymore
I know my destiny's such, that I'm all stocking and curl
So everybody thinks that I'm a fucking suicide girl

Thank God

by Emilie Autumn :*

(do NOT be evil!)

27.11.2007. u 09:20 • 14 Komentara • Print • #

nedjelja, 25.11.2007.

# 203 - Izborna fotka

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing
sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Renton - Trainspotting By Irvine Welsh

Onda... jesmo li piškili ili kakili ???

25.11.2007. u 08:30 • 8 Komentara • Print • #

subota, 24.11.2007.

#202 Koncertna fotografija: Laibach

O, the land of the free
And the home of the brave,
Are you heaven on Earth
Or the gloom of the grave?

You, the people of the United States,
Did you form a perfect union,
Establish justice,
Insure tranquility,
Secure the blessings of liberty
To yourselves and your posterity?

How blind can you get
For your country - right or wrong,
America - the melting pot!

Praise the lord
And praise the Holy Spirit
To save us from your freedom,
Justice, peace, accordance and illusion,
From arrogance and pride,
From violence and confusion

America -
The end of history,
The end of time,
The end of family,
The end of crime.

By Laibach

Liabach, Močvara, Dvorana Jedinstvo.

Jedinstveni, zvučno i vizualno atraktivni , zapravo uvijek odlični i iznad svakog očekivanja.
Iako sam rastao zajedno sa njihovom muzikom i cijelim KUNST NSK pokretom, svaki put se osjećam kao da sam po prvi put na njihovom koncertu i svaki put ponovo otkrivam i proživljavam matematičko savršenstvo njihove idustrijalne izvedbe.
Tako niti ovaj dvodijelni koncert u kome je prvi dio bio posvećen zadnjem albumu Volk, a drugi starijim stvarima, nije bio lišen jedinstvenog Laibach feelinga, odnosno da skratim…
Bilo je odličnio!

24.11.2007. u 12:21 • 6 Komentara • Print • #

petak, 23.11.2007.

#201 Blogeri petkom: Nightfall - against Zombie

Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

Dead is the new alive
A gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win

So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive

What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life

By Emilie Autumn :*

Nightfall je cute blogerica koja mi je bila originalni duh na fotki po temi fotomaratona, nažalost ispred njene foke bile su slike koje su napravljene loše pa sam morao sve ponoviti, po pravilima Fotomaratona.

Dobio sam šansu odužiti joj se i dodatno ju ugnjaviti sa ovom kinky Zombie fotkom.
Scena je snimljena na gornjem gradu, točnije na Jurijevskom groblju, ali sam onda pozadinu zamijenio sa starim goth grobljem koje sam snimio u Slavoniji, nedaleko od Slavonskog broda.
Pošto sam do njega morao pješačiti 2 kilometra po hard core blatu, ova slika nije nastala na nimalo jednostavan način :D

Zombi je renderiran u Poser-u i Maxu i naravno sređen u Photoshopu…i to je u biti to.
Hvala na pažnji;)

P.S. ova slika nema veze sa izborima i HDZ-om!

23.11.2007. u 14:17 • 14 Komentara • Print • #

utorak, 20.11.2007.

#200 (!!!) Refusing to be a Prophet

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee

Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

By Nirvana ( Originally by The Vaselines)

Iskreno, za 200-tu sliku na blogu htio sam napraviti nešto grandioznije, svečanije, pristojnije, kičastije, kontradiktornije, provokativnije. komercijalnije …egoističnije.
Nešto što bi eventualno privuklo pažnju ljepotom, znanjem, stilom. Zbog čega bi me eventualno tapšali po ramenu i rekli kako je lijepo divno i krasno, kako je ideja mrak a izvedba odlična.

I onda bi moj Shy ego nadjačao moj Sadistico id i sve bi bilo divno i krasno.
Endorfina i serotonina ko u prići.

A onda sam shvatio da pomalo tu gubim samog sebe i da moj foto blog počinje upravljati sa mnom, a ne obrnuto … i da zapravo ne trebam ništa objašnjavati!
Možda napokon shvaćam WTF je zapravo umjetnost.

20.11.2007. u 10:01 • 19 Komentara • Print • #

ponedjeljak, 19.11.2007.

#199 Crow Jane

"O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?"
"Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48"
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

Your guns are drunk and smoking
They've followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh

By Nick Cave

19.11.2007. u 12:01 • 12 Komentara • Print • #

subota, 17.11.2007.

#198 Vertikalna panorama

I've been searching
for the truth behind
What the prophets have sealed
So exotic
every faith I found
And beyond my ordeal
There's a very attractive appeal

I've been deep inside
the human mind
Living under a ban
We've all come to know
as space and time

No more top of the clan
I resign and accept who I am
I take pride in my religion today
I take pride in how I'm leading my way
I take pride in my religion today
Like diamonds found
On sacred ground

This is where I belong
Built my life on ideology
Get the principles right
Turned myself into a parody
I behaved so uptight

Nothing sacred
to harbor in sight
What's the point with our society
With supply and demand
When the product
left is misery

End of journey
here's my fate complete
No more top of the clan
I resign and accept who I am

By Vacuum

17.11.2007. u 12:01 • 15 Komentara • Print • #

ponedjeljak, 12.11.2007.

#197 ...just want to move the world

That you weren't much of a muse,
but then I weren't much of a poet
I will be your slave
I will peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
O Come on
Send that stuff on down to me

Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
and went all tropical
While Philip Larkin stuck it out
in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas died drunk
in St Vincent's hospital

I will kneel at your feet
I will lie at your door
I will rock you to sleep
I will roll on the floor
And I'll ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
I'll ask for nothing
Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

By Nick Cave

Model: Iva

12.11.2007. u 03:10 • 21 Komentara • Print • #

četvrtak, 08.11.2007.

#196 Just remember ...

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you've held sacred, falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

When you're standing at the crossroads that you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished and you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end

Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies

When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
And you search in vain to find just one law abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

By Bob Dylan

P.S. groblja su rađena zbog živih, mrtvima je ionako svejedno ...

08.11.2007. u 03:01 • 16 Komentara • Print • #

nedjelja, 04.11.2007.

#195 One of My Turns ...

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

By Pink Floyd

...ljudima iz Rijeke nisu potrebna dodatna objašnjenja ove fotografije ;)

04.11.2007. u 06:00 • 22 Komentara • Print • #

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