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    May 17

    一年变老

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    April 24

    The Color Rushed To My Blood

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    也许画笔,是记录那一刹那色彩,最好的工具。
     
    当我紧闭双眼3分钟,正是如此的斑斓场景,涌入双眼。
     
    深邃的幽蓝,翻涌的绿光及一剪艳虹,划过想象的天穹...
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    人们总说,自己眼睛看到的就是绝对事实;
     
    别忘了,有时,我们同样看到的仅仅是幻想。
     
    However,people always choose to believe what they want it to be。
     
    想必,这也算——人性的污点之一。
     
     
     
     
     
     
    by Man in Yves Saint Laurent
     
     
     
     
     
     
    April 20

    Color that YSL

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    乱涂乱画,愚人自赏
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    静坐墙角,私语窃窃
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    油墨乍染,迤逦如光
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    by Man in Yves Saint Laurent
     
     
     
     
     
     
    September 21

    A rush of blood to my head...

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    那么近,这么远...

    那一刻,我在灯影下,你在车水中...

     

    即使大都时光,与你没有交集;

    但同一夜空,你我同在。

     

    A rush of blood to my head,

    Another mid-night story seeking the final embrace...

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Introducing Photographer -- Louis Liu
     
     
     
     
    Merci...
     
     
     
     
    September 14

    In silence and tears

     
     
     
     
     

    是一个寻常的夜

    幽静、抒情

     

    是类似的意境

    想着你

    带点微笑

     

    你会为我读诗

    拜伦的诗——

    诗中的柔情不会减

    心底的爱慕不会变

     

    落不下的帷幕

    断不了的思念

     

    一个寻常的夜

    一首心底的诗

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    "When We Two Parted "   by Byron

     

     

    When we two parted

    In silence and tears,

    Half broken-hearted

    To sever for years,

    Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

    Colder thy kiss;

    Truly that hour foretold

    Sorrow to this!

     

    The dew of the morning

    Sunk chill on my brow-

    It felt like the warning

    Of what I feel now.

    Thy vows are all broken,

    And light is thy fame:

    I hear thy name spoken,

    And share in its shame.

     

    They name thee before me,

    A knell to mine ear;

    A shudder comes o’er me-

    Why wert thou so dear?

    They know not I knew thee

    Who knew thee too well:

    long, long shall I rue thee,

    Too deeply to tell.

     

    In secret we met-

    In silence I grieve,

    That thy heart could forget,

    Thy spirit deceive.

    If I should meet thee

    After ling year,

    How should I greet thee?

    With silence and tears.

     

     

    想从前我们俩分手,

    默默无言地流着泪,

    预感到多年的隔离,

    我们忍不住心碎;

    你的脸冰凉、发白,

    你的吻更似冷冰,

    呵,那一刻正预兆了

    我今日的悲痛。

     

    清早凝结着寒露,

    冷彻了我的额角,

    那种感觉仿佛是

    对我此刻的警告。

    你的誓言全破碎了,

    你的行为如此轻浮:

    人家提起你的名字,

    我听了也感到羞辱。

     

    他们当着我讲到你,

    一声声有如丧钟;

    我的全身一阵颤栗——

    为什么对你如此情重?

    没有人知道我熟识你,

    呵,熟识得太过了——

    我将长久、长久地悔恨,

    这深处难以为外人道。

     

    你我秘密地相会,

    我又默默地悲伤,

    你竟然把我欺骗,

    你的心终于遗忘。

    如果很多年以后,

    我们又偶然会面,

    我将要怎样招呼你?

    只有含着泪,默默无言。

     

     

     

     

     

    July 05

    I / Ik

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    I live, I burn, I drown and I die
    I endure at once chill and cold;
    Life is too hard and too soft to hold;
    I am joyful and sad, don't ask me why.

    Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cry
    And as I'm happy I must endure grief,
    It lasts forever and goes like a thief,
    Suddenly I bloom and vanish into sigh.

    Thus I suffer Amors' inconstancy
    And when I think I am in great pain,
    Without thinking, it is gone again.

    Then when my joy is a certainty
    And my longing for love is not in vain,
    I am in pain all over once again.

     

     

     

     

    April 16

    繁华不在此

     
    如果有那么一个露台
    冷风刺骨
    忧伤情歌
    视野开阔
     
    如果你站在风中
    迷茫眼神
    呆滞神情
    欲言又止
     
    远方是高楼大厦
    也许霓虹幻澜
    也许繁华缤纷
    也许生机勃勃
     
    但 露台上 空无一物
    没有沟通
    没有承诺
    没有厮守
     
    繁华不在此
    它不属于角落里的人
     
     
    P.S Rembrandt's Painting
    December 09

    Tonight

    孔雀蓝的毛衣
     
    省省你的浪漫
     
    水晶高脚杯的的干红
    September Tears
    昏黄台灯
     
    Intoxicating hallucinogenic drugs的慢嗨
    轻轻的摇着头
     
    孔雀蓝的毛衣
    夜色中特别的鲜艳
     
    省省你的浪漫
    我自己可以很快乐
    December 08

    Closely Talking

    Closely Talking

    Maybe very close

    To you, your chest, your heart…

     

    Closely Talking

    Ear on lips

    Skin by skin

     

    Closely Talking

    Chinese

    Chengdu accent

     

    Closely Talking

    Staring at you

    Trying to seduce you

     

    Closely Talking

    ……

    You are not listening…

    Whisper

    Down

    Feather

    Leather

    Cashmere

     

    Avene

    La Roche Posay

    Vichy

     

    Carla Bruni

    Nada Surf

    Damien Rice

    Blonde Redhead

     

    VISA

    UnionPay

    Cash

    Membership Cards

     

    People

    Newsweek

    TIME

    Harper’s Bazaar

     

    Yauatcha CI project

    Essay on Marketing

     

    Saving money…

    I wanna fly to your side

    Make your heart not so weary

    November 28

    也许青涩

    今天上选修课
    本来带了本书和杂志
    可是由于老师这节课讲--性道德
    于是木子美的性爱日记不敢拿出来
    翻杂志--《看电影》
     
    “那是个矜持得说不出‘love’的年龄,
    大概正是由于青涩,一切才显得如此的干净”
     
    走出教室
    我微笑着
     
    性道德??处*情节??
    我不滥交 但也不是处
     
    青涩恋爱??
    我曾经也拥有
    只是我们都只是浅浅地爱
    我们当时还没有怎么去面对这个Staright的社会
     
    希望Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras在你哪儿举行的时候
    你也能像我这样微笑
    想起我......
    November 11

    Russian Painting Exhibition

    I love portrait painting.
    Portraits are unique, they speak through eyes...
    They have poses, they have gesticulations...
    It's why portraits are hard to draw.
    There's some I wanna talk about:
    I kinda like this one, golden...
    Everything's golden, Blonde maybe
    Reminds me the ad of Dior J'adore
    Golden and Blonde
    Nice Dior advertisment...
     
     
    The color is pretty warm, a little girl with a lighting candle.
    But the whole display expresses me a feeling of weird
    Girl's staring straight at sth, maybe scare of sth coming up
     
    Ha modern art, this really is...
    The color is red and black exaggeratingly
    To my very very extremely surprise, I found there's a HUGO's paper bag on this painting!
    Cuz when I bought BOSS In Motion, and waitress of Pacific Department Store gave me the same bag. With a HUGO on it!!!
     
    Lady got a blood on her face, I love the feeling.
    Or maybe this lady just got a High Altitude Reflection?
    Anyway, look at the background, half red and black. Classic!
     
    Girl's dancing, love the composition.
    Main character is in light place, others are in dark.
     
    Sitting straight, very lady.
    Check her eyebrows...
    I bet she's waiting fo the artist finish it. ( She seems can't stand sitting straight any more )
     
    Lady looks so dake...
    I guess she's living tough, and the dark red background is perfect!
     
    Old couple, When every time I watch people love so deep so admirably, I feel empty.
    I hope I will find a relationship like this...
    I read a poem to my dearest...And he just focus on what I pictured
     
    Girl with guitar...
    Are you gonna sing a waltz for me?
    I love the clothes she's wearing, made the picture looks unique
     
    They are very interesting pair of paintings.
    Cuz they both seem waiting for sth
    The grandpa is waiting for death? He seems so nervous...
    He's out of younth, he's getting out of life
    And the lady looks clam... Beautifully clam.. she's waiting for her lover?
     
    These are some sketchs...
    Love her pose...
     
    Charcoal pencil made the adumbration clear and vivid.
     
    Ok, these are some scenery paintings....
     
     
     
     
     
    All photos are taken secretly.