studiolaguarda

Back on earth, Saturday morning so empty for the moment, have to fill it with coffee and empty thoughts.

Went to a restaurant last night to shoot my friend Steph, the Dheadshaker, who performed there. Drowned for about 5-6 hours in normal life, with normal people and normal girls. Couldn't do anything with a normal girl. I don't talk about half perverted normal girls, or wishing-to-be-perverted normal girls, I'm talking about proud-to-be-normal girls.

I don't think my fully black way of dressing and my eternal sunglasses fitted very well with people, and by the way, it's not my fucking problem. Talked to the restaurant boss about underwear defiles and sexy shows, and she loved the idea. So I loved back the idea to make some money and spread some rock'n'roll values in such places.

Now, I'm back in reality, and my reality is like a fucking mess called my living room, and the necessity to order it a little, change it into a cute girlie bedroom for the afternoon shoot. Need to clean up my balcon too, and put 3 tons of mess I don't know where. Tomorrow, I've got a shooting session at 9:00 in the morning, and all this mess spread everywhere will have to be spread elsewhere. Elsewhere of everywhere, my studio is some kinda Avalon, or Atlantide, a geographical paradox I pay for.

Well, I'm drinking my hot coffee in the middle of a paradox. Holy fuck, that's quite pleasant

Some random pics of mine