The New York Public Library. I love this kind of antique temple-like architecture – Linn J.
New York street photography part 2 – Linn J.
Some street photography from New York: China Town, street art, a GTA in real life kinda car and so on – Linn J.
"Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow , for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
— Kurt Vonnegut
No artist tolerates reality, as Nietzsche would’ve said. – Linn J.
These pictures were taken during an excursion to Mälaröarna, a group of islands outside of Stockholm. I remember I was feverish but happy, since this may have been the last summer day and I got to pet sheep and stare at cows, which I apparently enjoy a lot. – Linn J.
Boring day legs, once in a daytime hallway rainbow & falafel feast – Linn J.
Matilda & Patrik, smoker friends.
You got to love Matilda’s jeans jacket with the Bowie patch, red star & Sailor Moon pin. Oh & her space lighter. She loves space.
Patrik is wearing a X&O sweater given to him by one of the coolest girls in the world; Kajsa.
– Linn J.
Matilda in a little heart patterned dress. – Linn J.
With my tiger J, finding the city garden, picking apples at the university – Linn J.
Patrik on the balcony doing his thing etc. August. – Linn J.
I’m a perfectionist & as soon as I post (or more likely not post) something I’m always so damn doubtful. & at some point I’m like: “nah, this sucks” & then I just want to take it all down. Delete delete delete. I’m never satisfied.
It sucks because I think it sucks, & this inhibits my creativity AS FUCK. When I was younger I just knocked myself out, went crazy with photoshop or whatever & didn’t think too much about it.
I want to go back to that state of mind; when it doesn’t really matter. When I can feel a little pleased with myself & what I create. I want to stop being so analytic & fucking negative!!! & I want to stop being scared of everything, of showing things for “the public”.
But I’m going to go back there. This is a diary, not a portfolio. & it’s a looot more fun when the expectations are low or none.