i'm found that mobilography mixed with  the polaroid-program makes photos better, i don't decide now if prints are better.  

 slow and calm life, i can do anything, if not be lazy. but i lazy  ~__~

today i took much red currant as a present from one of my client. i try to make a photos, and i think than it's not lively.

i have a misanthropy, for real.

today i saw this in a furniture shop. i was impressed! 

 why people in a metro a so unhappy and why they always keep corners of their lips down?

Jean de La Bruyè re is killing me, so cynical, so true %(

i haven`t made any photos for  3 days and i dont't care.

 i need to forget. soon he will meet someone special to him, not me. 

 photography is like an illusions, just a moment that will never be exist in real, only on photo, peoples, places, is they are really were existed? 

sometimes i'm think that i live like apocalypses will be on next week, cause i really don't know is something waits me or what i can wait. 

i know that this photo is trash, but i never mind.

We were today in the "etaji", we went take a look at modern art, and now i think that art is everything what has a concept in.  

"This is conceptional" sound funny. 

"Это концептуально"

 summer is ending and there is no escape

 Вчера, а может и позавчера, видела в метро мальчика-попрошайку, с очень взрослым лицом и взглядом. Вот уж  нет веры, нет страха.До этого видела в Москве попрошайку без ног, когда он прошел мимо мальчика сидящего  с бабушкой и мамой, мальчик долго с любопытством смотрел ему в след, а женщины как-то пытались отвлечь его. 

When i was in Moscow i want to back and walk in the Saint-Petersburg, but now i wanna go to Archangelsk, walking down the river at early morning

 have fun with my friends, but i can't. I must work. Free time it's a realy best of what we have, because we free to fill it by anything.

 so, few days at home and no photos, can't sleep at night and we quarrel too much, it's feels like my head will blow up soon.

Desperately wanna buy a Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" but no book shops is not open now. 

Back home early at morning from Moscow, listening Joy Division, soon i must go to a job, but i have some free hours now.

Obsession are gone. Routine is coming.

it's better to sleep all life alone, than 10 mornings waking up with someone who look very displeased, as you done something very wrong, but never will know what else. awfully feeling.

so, anyone has their way to live.

some day later i watched "IL Gattopardo" Visconti and when i at night rode in the train i was feeling myself so adult cause there were only young girls and boys. and now i at my friends home watching anime and play games. but i'm not young anymore.

p.s. i'm miss my parfum.