Mad Love, 2009

Buenos Aires through the Facehunter's lens

Last words from 2009, Buenos Aires. We're ushering in a new decade, with all the exciting possibilities that that entails. A chance to begin afresh on a whole other level. I've had the most wonderful holiday here, my only regret is not having brought my camera, so all the pictures will have to remain in my head, unshared. Everyone seems so gorgeously excited about a new year, except for myself. Probably because this (school) year hasn't turned out exactly as planned - and all the new opportunities seem like chances for failure rather than success. But I'm not going to end the year on a bad note, so after celebrating tonight like a madcap mad cat - let's hope the first action of twentyten is one of change!


Now go forth and fill your veins with joy, warmth, love and champagne!

Volver

Only seven more days till I get to escape to another hemisphere, another season. I can't wait for the humidity, the heat, the noise, the music, the endless nights, the tattered boulevards and cemeteries, the theatre, the bars, the glorious family, friends and strangers that await me there. The energy of 15 million people. Buenos Aires, Paris of South America.

The hardest substance of the purest pain

I feel like I've been on mute for far too long. All the colour drained out, like undersaturated photographs from the 80's. That's what I've been doing now. Looking at pictures of my parents when they were young and full of oxygen and dreams, wishing I'd known them then. Reading the Penguin Book of American Verse instead of writing long overdue essays, eating junk food and watching too many movies. I want fireworks. Colour and Emotion and Excitement - all capital letter madness. Watermelon seeds and frozen ice Saturdays, sticky taxi seat leather and hot red dust raindrops. Cold beer at corner kiosks, 3 a.m, neon blue lollipops and blackened feet.