Friday, April 14, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
As if nothing
19 Sept. 2003
Sunday afternoon. Few hours before we drove Hortense to the airport. Going to Beijing.
That was one of those moments before we all get apart, all having to move to different places all over the globe. Places far far away from Paris, places far far away from the city we finally came to call "home".
That was a very pleasant afternoon: warm, sunny, quiet... may be too quiet.
No bursts of joy, no more of these stupid jokes that used to make us laught like little kids. As we were glad to be together-we always are- we couldn't be happy because we knew. We knew from this very moment that life, our lives, will never be the same again. Gone forever.
Everything we do, we do it for a brighter future, we go where our inspiration leads us. It's just that sometimes we would like to bring these little things along, but we can't.
We were sad, but we didn't talk about it because we didn't have to. We don't need words to know what's happening... all we always wanted was to bring joy and comfort to each other. But that afternoon the more we tried to be happy the more we were hurt. All we had left was the moment, trying to make the most of it, trying to engrave it as strong and as deep as we could in our hearts so we may never forget.
Life has changed, I'll tell you change is always good because it allows us to grow... but it's sometimes really hard to admit the moment is gone, it's sometimes really hard to just let it go.
That was one of those moments before we all get apart, all having to move to different places all over the globe. Places far far away from Paris, places far far away from the city we finally came to call "home".
That was a very pleasant afternoon: warm, sunny, quiet... may be too quiet.
No bursts of joy, no more of these stupid jokes that used to make us laught like little kids. As we were glad to be together-we always are- we couldn't be happy because we knew. We knew from this very moment that life, our lives, will never be the same again. Gone forever.
Everything we do, we do it for a brighter future, we go where our inspiration leads us. It's just that sometimes we would like to bring these little things along, but we can't.
We were sad, but we didn't talk about it because we didn't have to. We don't need words to know what's happening... all we always wanted was to bring joy and comfort to each other. But that afternoon the more we tried to be happy the more we were hurt. All we had left was the moment, trying to make the most of it, trying to engrave it as strong and as deep as we could in our hearts so we may never forget.
Life has changed, I'll tell you change is always good because it allows us to grow... but it's sometimes really hard to admit the moment is gone, it's sometimes really hard to just let it go.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Commander Schmuck's Earflap Hat
Damn, I'd sell a kidney or two for this camera... I'd even give away a testicle...
Epson R-D1
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
OPD: Operation Petite Datte
Alpha target : Mr Niko, alias "Brokeback montagnard"
Bravo target : Mr Dams, alias "Pinkus Pandanium"
Collateral damage : 15% accepted
Priority : high to very high
Monday, April 03, 2006
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
Awright
It's been a while since I posted some of my work, so here's how the new version of WeeWeeBoy looks so far. I'm trying something totally different from the previous ones, less cartoonish and more realistic, but the proportions will stay the same : big head and small chubby body (like young kids)...
As I said, this is Work In Progress, some changes WILL be made, and wait to see it painted with hair...
As I said, this is Work In Progress, some changes WILL be made, and wait to see it painted with hair...
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Monsieur Face De Citron
Another Picasso head ...
That Picassohead website is addictive... but I still can't figure out how to make a real Picasso head... lol !
That Picassohead website is addictive... but I still can't figure out how to make a real Picasso head... lol !
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
WeeWeeBird
Check out the Picasso Head I just made on www.mrpicassohead.com :
doesn't quite look like a Picasso tho...
doesn't quite look like a Picasso tho...
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
No Hablo Cantonese
Well, just like last night, I'm exhausted but cannot fall asleep...
For those who were wondering what is Shoot The Monkey, here's the answer: it's to demonstrate that an object released from rest experiences the same downward acceleration that an object shot horizontally... hmmm, how 'bout that, huh ? he he he !
Maths geeks and people que se habla cantonese can always go here
And don't ask, I don't remember why I chose Shoot-the-monkey as blog address...
04 apr 2006 - Edit : Now that I changed my blog address from shoot-the-monkey.blogspot to raffee.blogspot, that entry is totally irrelevant... well... ^^
For those who were wondering what is Shoot The Monkey, here's the answer: it's to demonstrate that an object released from rest experiences the same downward acceleration that an object shot horizontally... hmmm, how 'bout that, huh ? he he he !
Maths geeks and people que se habla cantonese can always go here
And don't ask, I don't remember why I chose Shoot-the-monkey as blog address...
04 apr 2006 - Edit : Now that I changed my blog address from shoot-the-monkey.blogspot to raffee.blogspot, that entry is totally irrelevant... well... ^^
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Crescendolls
Maybe it's just me, but this shot is like... kinda.... like ... errrrrr ... so HOT !
Yeah baby...
In-Ah : you hot !
Yeah baby...
In-Ah : you hot !
After Hours
One, two, three...
If you close / the door,
The nite could last / forever,
Leave the sun / shine out,
And say "Hell-o" / to never.
If you close / the door,
The nite could last / forever,
Leave the sun / shine out,
And say "Hell-o" / to never.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Leisure Suite
The very first night I met Mi-Ah I said : " Still young, but... okay ..! "
It may have sound inapropriate, I admit... and as I'm writing this I realize it still sounds sooooo inapropriate... Dude, I can be so goofy sometimes...
That was also the night In-Ah coined the name WeeWeeBoy, I'm not trying to find excuses, but maybe we drunk a bit too much that night...
"Still young but okay"... what was I thinking... dude...
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Thought Of The Night
This Blog will very soon be a place for blurry and under-exposed photos ... we call it the digital revolution .
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
We're Gonna Groove
Re-Union... and one ugly montage (Damien: errrr... sorry dude... BWAHAHAHAHAHA !!)
Holy Freakin' crap ... In-Ah will be back in Paris in 10 days...
Three years, dudes... three fuckin' years ! I'm more excited than a 4 years old kid locked in a Toys R Us ... ok, calm down raffee.... Dam it ! I need a cold shower, NOW !...
WeeWeeBoyz n' Girl
Three years, dudes... three fuckin' years ! I'm more excited than a 4 years old kid locked in a Toys R Us ... ok, calm down raffee.... Dam it ! I need a cold shower, NOW !...
Monday, March 13, 2006
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead
Mini rant
A/Titles
Most of the titles on this blog are titles of music I like. They're not directly linked to the entry itself... well, most of the time... ;)
B/Photos
I try not to over-use grain and photo filters.
I don't pretend to make art. Artists don't make art. Artists are just people who have something to say. Others turn it into art, for good or bad reasons... I'm not the one you should ask about it.
Yes, I take lots, I mean, really LOTS of pictures because I'm afraid to forget. I'm afraid to forget these moments, I'm afraid to forget you, I'm afraid you may forget me.
I am in a weathering mood lately.
Like as a kid I loved to melt down model kits me and my brother spent hours to build up and paint, today I like to destroy perfect things.
People may not like the pictures I take of them, but it's not about you guys. It's about me. It's about how I see things and what I want to say.
If I take a picture of you, it means we're close and of course you're always pretty to me... but there is more emotions and beauty in your eyes when you're sitting in front of me saying nothing and letting your thoughts wandering in your mind than when you're smiling and posing because you know I'm about to take a picture.
There're four persons in you : the one others see, the one you try to be, the one you think you are, and the stranger... the one you really are. This stranger you is the one I want. This stranger you is the one you hate. Don't ask me to take a perfect picture of you, perfection annoys me, perfection is boring.
Beauty is a misconception, beauty is irrelevant.
Life is not about beauty, life is about feelings and harmony.
Don't try to corner me, I know I'm getting lost with the beauty thing.
Just like you, I always try to look good on pictures, just like you I'm just a stranger to me, just like you I may hate the pictures you take of me.
Rant off, just my "F*ck you I won't do what you tell me" part that had to speak out loud.
Most of the titles on this blog are titles of music I like. They're not directly linked to the entry itself... well, most of the time... ;)
B/Photos
I try not to over-use grain and photo filters.
I don't pretend to make art. Artists don't make art. Artists are just people who have something to say. Others turn it into art, for good or bad reasons... I'm not the one you should ask about it.
Yes, I take lots, I mean, really LOTS of pictures because I'm afraid to forget. I'm afraid to forget these moments, I'm afraid to forget you, I'm afraid you may forget me.
I am in a weathering mood lately.
Like as a kid I loved to melt down model kits me and my brother spent hours to build up and paint, today I like to destroy perfect things.
People may not like the pictures I take of them, but it's not about you guys. It's about me. It's about how I see things and what I want to say.
If I take a picture of you, it means we're close and of course you're always pretty to me... but there is more emotions and beauty in your eyes when you're sitting in front of me saying nothing and letting your thoughts wandering in your mind than when you're smiling and posing because you know I'm about to take a picture.
There're four persons in you : the one others see, the one you try to be, the one you think you are, and the stranger... the one you really are. This stranger you is the one I want. This stranger you is the one you hate. Don't ask me to take a perfect picture of you, perfection annoys me, perfection is boring.
Beauty is a misconception, beauty is irrelevant.
Life is not about beauty, life is about feelings and harmony.
Don't try to corner me, I know I'm getting lost with the beauty thing.
Just like you, I always try to look good on pictures, just like you I'm just a stranger to me, just like you I may hate the pictures you take of me.
Rant off, just my "F*ck you I won't do what you tell me" part that had to speak out loud.
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