Tangible Illussions from Hysteria to Ecstatic Sensation

the sexiest building in this whole planet (well, for now)

2008-03-31T20:26:00.000-07:00

YOU ALL HAFTA WATCH THISSSSS!! it is not a bullshit and actually being built now. the first.. world.. dynamic.. architecture!

insanely genius shithead. can u imagine what will the world be in the next 10, 20 years? with the rapidly growing of technology and unlimited imagination. i wonder if building will be able to grow by itself in the future..(!) we will never know, until a bunch of genius find out the way to break the code.

right time, right moment, not so right things

2008-03-13T10:21:00.000-07:00

the five stages of drunkenness

2008-03-11T10:05:00.000-07:00

Stage #1 -- Smart

This is when you suddenly become an expert on every subject. You
know all and greatly wish to express this knowledge to anyone who
will listen. At this stage you are also always right. And of course
the person you are talking with is very wrong. You will talk for
hours trying to convince someone that you are right. This makes for an
interesting argument when both parties are "smart". Two people talking,
in fact, arguing about a subject neither one really knows anything
about, but are convinced that they are they complete authority on the
subject makes for great entertainment for those get the opportunity to
listen in.

Stage #2 -- Handsome/Pretty

This is when you are convinced that you are the best looking person in
the entire room and everyone is looking at you. You begin to wink at
perfect strangers and ask them to dance because of course they had been
admiring you the whole evening. You are the center of attention, and all
eyes are directed at you because you are the most beautiful thing on the
face of the earth. Now keep in mind that you are still smart, so you can
talk to this person who has been admiring you about any and all subjects
under the sun.

Stage #3 -- Rich

This is when you suddenly become the richest person in the world. You can
buy drinks for the entire bar and put it on your bill because you surely
have an armored truck full of your money parked behind the bar. You can
also make bets in this stage. Now of course you still know all, so you
will always win all your bets. And you have no concern for how much
money you bet because you have all the money in the world. You will also
begin to buy drinks for all the people in the bar who are admiring you
because you are now the smartest, prettiest, and richest person on the
face of the earth.

Stage #4 -- Bulletproof

You can now pick fights with the people you have been betting money with
because you cannot be hurt by anything. At this point you would go up to
the boyfriend of the woman who had been admiring your beautiful self
all evening and challenge him to a battle of wits for money. You have no
worry about losing this battle of wits because you know all, have all
the money to cover this bet, and you obviously win a fight that might
erupt if he looses.

Stage #5 -- Invisible

This is the final stage of drunkenness. At this point you can do
absolutely anything because no one can see you. You can get up and dance
on a table; you can strip down to your underwear, to impress the people
who have been admiring you all evening, because the rest of the people
in the room cannot see you. You are also invisible to the person whom
you have picked a fight with earlier in the evening. You can walk through
the streets singing at the top of your lungs (because of course you are
still smart and know the tune perfectly) and no one will think anything
of it because they can't see you. All your social inhibitions are
gone. You can do anything, because no one will know.

Become a Lie Detector

2008-03-10T13:38:00.000-07:00

Warning: Sometimes Ignorance is bliss; after gaining this knowledge, you may be hurt when it is obvious that someone is lying to you.

The following techniques to telling if someone is lying are often used by police, and security experts. This knowledge is also useful for managers, employers, and for anyone to use in everyday situations where telling the truth from a lie can help prevent you from being a victim of fraud/scams and other deceptions.

how to see a fake smile
Signs of Deception:
Body Language of Lies:

• Physical expression will be limited and stiff, with few arm and hand movements. Hand, arm and leg movement are toward their own body the liar takes up less space.

• A person who is lying to you will avoid making eye contact.

• Hands touching their face, throat & mouth. Touching or scratching the nose or behind their ear. Not likely to touch his chest/heart with an open hand.
Emotional Gestures & Contradiction

• Timing and duration of emotional gestures and emotions are off a normal pace. The display of emotion is delayed, stays longer it would naturally, then stops suddenly.

• Timing is off between emotions gestures/expressions and words. Example: Someone says "I love it!" when receiving a gift, and then smile after making that statement, rather then at the same time the statement is made.

• Gestures/expressions don’t match the verbal statement, such as frowning when saying “I love you.”

• Expressions are limited to mouth movements when someone is faking emotions (like happy, surprised, sad, awe, )instead of the whole face. For example; when someone smiles naturally their whole face is involved: jaw/cheek movement, eyes and forehead push down, etc.
Interactions and Reactions

• A guilty person gets defensive. An innocent person will often go on the offensive.

• A liar is uncomfortable facing his questioner/accuser and may turn his head or body away.

• A liar might unconsciously place objects (book, coffee cup, etc.) between themselves and you.
Verbal Context and Content

• A liar will use your words to make answer a question. When asked, “Did you eat the last cookie?” The liar answers, “No, I did not eat the last cookie.”

•A statement with a contraction is more likely to be truthful: “ I didn't do it” instead of “I did not do it”

• Liars sometimes avoid "lying" by not making direct statements. They imply answers instead of denying something directly.

• The guilty person may speak more than natural, adding unnecessary details to convince you... they are not comfortable with silence or pauses in the conversation.

• A liar may leave out pronouns and speak in a monotonous tone. When a truthful statement is made the pronoun is emphasized as much or more than the rest of the words in a statement.

• Words may be garbled and spoken softly, and syntax and grammar may be off. In other
words, his sentences will likely be muddled rather than emphasized.
Related Books:

Body Language
Other signs of a lie:

• If you believe someone is lying, then change subject of a conversation quickly, a liar follows along willingly and becomes more relaxed. The guilty wants the subject changed; an innocent person may be confused by the sudden change in topics and will want to back to the previous subject.

• Using humor or sarcasm to avoid a subject.

Final Notes:

Obviously, just because someone exhibits one or more of these signs does not make them a liar. The above behaviors should be compared to a persons base (normal) behavior whenever possible.

taken from... http://www.blifaloo.com/info/lies.php

mr chap!

2008-03-06T08:19:00.000-08:00

ive been watchin his shows in youtube. hahahah. still funny. they all look like puppets.

Justice - DVNO

2008-03-04T11:40:00.000-08:00

DOPE SHIT VIDEO. im sersly in love with it. they always haf awesome video. daymmmn. people from youtube commented tht they used adobe after effects, cinema 4d, and maya to made it. brilliant.

i think ive been a lazy bum. im sersly am. slackin all night, playing that stupid application in facebook or just gazing around the profiles or seeing stupid stuff. time has been a real bitch since college started. it runs faster than it used to. and now that i realized that my time to catch tht ship is getting shorter. london oh london, i need to change my habit for u love, so fuck u procrastinating. i want to died as a rich bitch with style. hahah! ive been lagging with my drawing too. i used to draw a lot back then when i was as short as midget and high sch. i think went art sch, seeing to much drawing makes me feel bloated of it. but now i think i want to be back in the track. so YEAH. ive waken from the dream hey you art!

dad's dead by chris shepherd.

2008-03-04T11:27:00.000-08:00

when genius meet brilliant. a very avant-guard film. too bad the liverpool accent is a bit to hard to be understand for people who don't have enough proficiency in English. he mixed a lot of things, from video to 2d to 3d(smoke) to collage to stencil to video effect to stopmotion. if im not wrong this video won a lot of awards in animation in uk, arnd 6(?). agh. shit it gave me a lot of inspirations for my work. it's like what ive been thinking in my mind all these times.

Toni&Guy shot

2008-02-27T00:30:00.000-08:00

freelancing at toni&guy as a whole day event photographer. FUNN. eventho they didnt pay me. just food and tara, the hairstyler gave me a scarf. sweet one. took abt 600 photos. these are some shots of the models. orgh hope theyll hire me for the next batch.

models: Danish, Isk, Nadirah

once upon a moment deep inside the motel

2008-01-23T07:33:00.000-08:00

model: firdaospidao, stylist: nat.

they're the sex

2007-12-18T23:15:00.000-08:00

you cant never say enough for shoes.

UTTERRUBBISH exhibition

2007-12-05T06:07:00.000-08:00

i dont fancy enough but yeah it still was a good exhibition.

Laurent Massaloux

2007-11-28T23:26:00.000-08:00

Out of the box idea, the factory in Massaloux mind had created. i like it very much the kitty kitty vanity box. i wish own one dammit. it's such a diamond in the eye till i want to lick it all over, inculding the living kitty.

Siggi Eggertsson

2007-11-28T22:44:00.000-08:00

Mr Siggi is an illustrator from Iceland that lives in London. He likes to draw portraits, animals, and landscapes, and other things. Having a normal childhood like the other billions kid in the worls, doesnt make him the same as them. His artworks had been featured in such a fancy mags, Dazed and Confused. His clients range from coke, nike, H&M, stussy, until ESPN magazine.

Coven by Arden Wohl

2007-11-27T01:25:00.000-08:00

i know its quite late to post this. its for those who havent known bout this hypnotizing film. the headband-wearing socialite but not that 'socialite' girl, Arden Wohl had became an aspiring filmmaker for this 13 minutes long short film. The inspiration came from the great tale by Brother Grimm, Hansel and Gretel. Leelee Sobiesky also particapted in this film as the narrator. I heard this film has won an indie film award of sumthin, im not sure too. The one that im sure of is because of this film Arden Wohl has became one of the new york's 'it' girl. Taking photo with Lagerfeld and got inside style.com party's photo. what a world. Many people assumed this film to have lesbian vibe, which it think its quite damn true. and anyway, be prepare for the huge seduction before you watch it.

Hair is woman's crown

2007-11-19T09:24:00.000-08:00

A sketch with pencil as the medium. I did this for a whole night til the sun rose. with eyes half the time staring at the teevee, hbo as always. figure drawing+tv is always fun.

Little Dots II

2007-11-19T08:10:00.000-08:00

I woke up in agony inside this hollow globule of gas. I turned around, looking for something, or anything. It was nothing beside dark reddish liquid surrounded me. My mind started to tangle with my heart like a piece of crumpled paper that has torn to pieces without knowing what was written. This was the end of the end. I thought. Fear has long gone in my mind, as I knew that I was saved inside this thing. I laid back and thought about the past. Slides of memory had tickled my brain and scratched my heart. I wished I were a heartless monster so I could feel no more pain. But I am nothing but a seed below the ground. Patience is the only one that could be accepted for now.

My mind flew back to those days of horrors. The sharp blade was in her hand and blood was dripping from it. She walked behind the door and went inside my room. Her face was making a mockery of her own derision. Her matted hair hides her natural born killer eyes of a hunger beast. I could see that she was hunger for blood. Run is the only choice and always be. If it were a scene from zombie movie, I would have taken the other blade in my pocket, assaulted her, torn her to pieces and stabbed her heart thousand times. No matter what relationship I had before. Unfortunately it was not. The next day would always be the same. She would give me the look. The look of which I felt sorry every time I remembered I had been such an impudent heartless kid to had those thoughts. The same look in that TV advertising of baby milk I always see every morning. Sometimes she would cry or bent down in front of me and saw me in the eyes. And every time my heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It was the look of a mother.

Dear Sam,
It is hard for me to say this to you, but I don’t have any choice to choose. Your mother had been confirmed to have split personality mental disorder. The symptoms will get worse as the time passed. I would really preferred to tell you straight away in person. But then I’m afraid your mother would know about it, considering that she’s being overly protected to you. Denial would come out from her mouth if she heard about this and perhaps the other part of her would wake up for the longest time. We have to treat her right away before it was all too late. Contact me as soon as you received this message.

Regards,

Dr. Meredith Kubrick

I gazed around the constraint less space. There was nothing more of the same dark reddish color all around. I hummed the song. The lullaby she used to whisper to my ear before the bedtime. It goes like this:

The incey-wincey spider 
Climbed up the spout 
Down came the rain  
And washed the spider out 
Out came the sun 
And dried up all the rain 
And the incey-wincey spider 
Climbed up again
-annonymous

The memory has slowly been erased in my mind. I tried to recall but none would appeared. All the thoughts and the burdens I carried have been disappeared piece by piece. I felt in so much ease, like an innocent kid. I could hear the weird sounds they made from outside this thing. The lullaby she sang every night along with the pad. Sometimes I kicked or rolled to attract her attention. Then she would caress me with radiance touched that warmed me up in rapture. Months and months I was waiting, finally that time came. I could sense the flickering light above me. A force had sucked me from above. I smelled the fresh air bursting from my nose to my lung. A very bright flashlight and a long shrieked of a new born soul. The seed had popped up from the ground. This time I was sure that it would grown to a beautiful fruit tree.

Fresh new start
Wild berries in the tart
Fill up the chart
And shoot off the dart!

Black, White, and that Grey things

2007-11-09T21:10:00.000-08:00

Model: Tasya

Little Dots

2007-11-09T19:59:00.000-08:00

Saturday night I ventured out into the city alone. I had my black trucker cap, nerdy black thick shades, tight pants, black and white stripped hoody and my comfy worn-out green converse. Bringing along with me, nothing besides my dear Polaroid and some cash in pocket. The rain had showered the entire city, leaving behind pools of water everywhere. I stepped into one of the pools with a neon reflection. Taking a few steps backwards, I stood in silent. Out of nowhere, a moment came towards my way. I whipped out my gun (read: Polaroid camera). Pull the trigger (read: adjusting the focus). And shoot! The familiar sounds I adore. A single thin white paper came out. I wagged and waited. Slowly appeared, a row of colorful neon street lamp from the old shop divided to two, the bottom is the clear reflection. I continued my walk, tons of people with their fancy clothes noising out the long street. Skyscraper post-modernist buildings with different edginess decorated the area. Interesting pictures and creative text of advertising attracted my sight along the way. I noticed this blondie with a big red ribbon in head, red lipstick, white singlet, yellow trench coat, attractive looking green fishnet stocking, and red killer stilettos. She shrieked and twirled her tongue, a good one, I snapped it right away. Showed her the picture and she replied with a seductive wink. I smiled and stepped away. The cool night breeze passed towards my face. I enjoyed the feelings. I turned my head around and found this pretty narrow silent street with green dimmed light. My face brightened. I quickly took my Polaroid and snapped! An old lady with her flower pajamas and pink flip flops came down from the black metal stairs. The moon was above her head and dark brown brick wall as the background. Perfect. I mumbled. A drop of water fell to one of my eyes. I wiped it out as I saw this dark cloud covering the sky. Sounds of thunder were roaring from the distinct. A bolt lightning struck in a sudden gap. I gasped and quickly snapped it. The masterpiece came out from the mouth of my Polaroid. I giggled just like a seven years old girl accepting Christmas present from her dad. A few drops had fell again to my face. I cursed the unfriendly weather. Hurriedly went to the side of the road. I opened this warm wooden door and heard a welcome bell ring as I stepped in. The old man with his long white beard showed his incomplete teeth. I gazed around and found that comfy corner. Ordered a cup of hot coffee. I moved my sight to the shop glass windows, looking pointless out to the street, I saw something that I should not have ever seen. I hurriedly went out. Screamed a few words. The rain had slowly poured, blurred my sight. There she stood with her bright clothes. It was her. It was her. The dark memories tickled my brain, brought back the old odd feeling I have forgotten for a long time. It really was her. Anxiety had filled me with silly thoughts. I cannot bear the heartbeat. My motion reflex drifted me to cross street. It happened so fast. All I can remember was a very bright flash lights and long screeched engine. The rest was a mystery.

Stranger Killer

2007-11-09T11:32:00.001-08:00

Started with an ‘a’ and ended with a ‘z’ with nothing between. Telling something with no specific introduction and intangible finish line. If imperfection is the key to perfection then why do the veins keep pushing harder and harder badgering all my thoughts to the corner called blank. Where the lines of good, bad, wrong, right have been smudged. I am lost between the conscious and unconscious. Standing in the crowds full of fakeness for prestige. Such a great height I have climbed to satisfy your thoughts of what we should be. Looking back down has turned my giggle to sarcastic laugh. Looking up ahead has turned my sarcastic laugh to huge anxiety. Last time had never really taught me more. And here I am the flower that failed to bloom. My mind speaks, my body speaks the other thing, and the heart has done the best it can do. Frown by words, blown by madness. The truth had banged me to the wall. I was the stranger killer with a hole in head. The sides had been filled by perfection never make perfection mind. What is on my mind right now? As empty as a empty lunch meal box with naked hunger eyes licking all over. Words cannot tell enough right now.

A: Where have you been working? B: in your mind

2007-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00

Wonderland is exaggeration of dreams and lately I have been sick and losing all the fantasy. Perhaps Alice would never go to wonderland if she accepts the reality. But still, it tastes better every time. The ink has loaded in my brain, waiting to be spilled on the white. But still I know it wouldn’t. And art is evolving. But still, white would never be out of the margin. The dice is rolling with eyes following it. Fate brings all the black and white. It is either we choose one, both, or not at all. Just remember to shake it like a loaded gun.

Model: Nargis
Stylist: Chacha

Gold Wingless Bird

2007-11-09T11:18:00.000-08:00

Why does the world go round and round? Why does cat chase mouse? Why people are people? There is no exact answer for everything I guess. This psychedelic abstraction has haunted me for years. Do you dream of dreams? Swim deeper into that ocean of feelings, we search for something that we do not know. What is the end for all of us? Answer is the last thing I want to hear. Because I know it is not. It is just some sweet candy for my starving stomach and lately I have been bloated and wish I could vomit all those things out. Life is just life. It is not going to change. It is just the eyes seeing something different, the ear hearing something new, the mouth saying things the others have said. If you believe in the thing they called fact then tell me, who am I? Who are you? And who are the strangers we called dad and mom?

Model: Ezra
Styist: Chacha

so here we are and here we go..

2007-11-09T11:00:00.000-08:00

FRESH NEW START
wild berries in the tart
tell me your art
and shoot of the dart!