Lettuce Invasion Photography

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viernes, 10 de abril de 2009

Golden rose

Like a painting

Neighbour









..If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I’d put a statue of myself upon the shelf..

Algae

[January 2008. Claromecó.]


White as snow

Wait for me downstairs,








Wait for me with one of those..

Green on red




...kind of orange, I guess.

jueves, 9 de abril de 2009

Long time since...










Drop.

Flame free

I love my flag, I love my flag,
I love my flag, I want my flag,
ironed, ironed, ironed
ironed, ironed, ironeeeed.


Yo quiero a mi bandera, yo quiero a mi bandera...
Yo quiero a mi bandera, yo quiero a mi bandera,
planchadita, planchadita, planchadita,
planchadita, planchadita, planchaditaaa...
(Mi bandeja/Mi bandera/Que me pisen - Sumo)

[February 2008. Retiro, Buenos Aires.]

Window in the skies


The sky over our head, we can reach it from our bed
You let me in your heart, and out of my head...
Oh can’t you see what love has done? ( What it’s done to me?)

In bloom




We can have some more. Nature is a whore.
Bruises on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.

jueves, 26 de marzo de 2009

Relax


There is an answer to the darkest times
it's clear we don't understand,
but the last thing on my mind is to leave you.
I believe that we're in this together.
Don't scream - there are so many roads left.

Over the hills...











[June 2008. San Carlos de Bariloche.]

Drop, drop, drop

Fairy




There IS such thing as fairy tales.

Carnival
















I will never know
cause you will never show,
come on and love me now.

In the shadows




[March 2008. Laguna de los Padres.]

sábado, 21 de marzo de 2009

Dream in pink

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

What's up?

Reddish
















Red. Like the pieces of thoughts I leave when I walk around. Like the swirls of love hanging on the windows, like the smiles you never give me, like the love I don't spread in every corner. Like the colour of your eyes, like the sun in a winter day, like a fish in a fishbowl. Like you, like me, like life, like dreams. Like blood. Like we.

Messing around

[February 2008. Quilmes, Buenos Aires.]

Balloons

Open it



There it is the window that leads to the blackest bottom of my heart. It's your choice to open it or not to. What I recommend... You damn know it.

miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

The same.




What they see and what you are. Find the seven differences.

Tiny