Thursday, May 31, 2007

Patti Smith and her Voice of Thinking!!!

from The New York Times, March 12, 2007
On a cold morning in 1955, walking to Sunday school, I was drawn to the voice of Little Richard wailing "Tutti Frutti" from the interior of a local boy's makeshift clubhouse. So powerful was the connection that I let go of my mother's hand.

Rock 'n' roll. It drew me from my path to a sea of possibilities. It sheltered and shattered me, from the end of childhood through a painful adolescence. I had my first altercation with my father when the Rolling Stones made their debut on "The Ed Sullivan Show." Rock 'n' roll was mine to defend. It strengthened my hand and gave me a sense of tribe as I boarded a bus from South Jersey to freedom in 1967.

Rock 'n' roll, at that time, was a fusion of intimacies. Repression bloomed into rapture like raging weeds shooting through cracks in the cement. Our music provided a sense of communal activism. Our artists provoked our ascension into awareness as we ran amok in a frenzied state of grace.

My late husband, Fred Sonic Smith, then of Detroit's MC5, was a part of the brotherhood instrumental in forging a revolution: seeking to save the world with love and the electric guitar. He created aural autonomy yet did not have the constitution to survive all the complexities of existence.

Before he died, in the winter of 1994, he counseled me to continue working. He believed that one day I would be recognized for my efforts and though I protested, he quietly asked me to accept what was bestowed -- gracefully -- in his name.

Today I will join R.E.M., the Ronettes, Van Halen and Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the eve of this event I asked myself many questions. Should an artist working within the revolutionary landscape of rock accept laurels from an institution? Should laurels be offered? Am I a worthy recipient?

I have wrestled with these questions and my conscience leads me back to Fred and those like him -- the maverick souls who may never be afforded such honors. Thus in his name I will accept with gratitude. Fred Sonic Smith was of the people, and I am none but him: one who has loved rock 'n' roll and crawled from the ranks to the stage, to salute history and plant seeds for the erratic magic landscape of the new guard.

Because its members will be the guardians of our cultural voice. The Internet is their CBGB. Their territory is global. They will dictate how they want to create and disseminate their work. They will, in time, make breathless changes in our political process. They have the technology to unite and create a new party, to be vigilant in their choice of candidates, unfettered by corporate pressure. Their potential power to form and reform is unprecedented.

Human history abounds with idealistic movements that rise, then fall in disarray. The children of light. The journey to the East. The summer of love. The season of grunge. But just as we seem to repeat our follies, we also abide.

Rock 'n' roll drew me from my mother's hand and led me to experience. In the end it was my neighbors who put everything in perspective. An approving nod from the old Italian woman who sells me pasta. A high five from the postman. An embrace from the notary and his wife. And a shout from the sanitation man driving down my street: "Hey, Patti, Hall of Fame.
One for us."

I just smiled, and I noticed I was proud. One for the neighborhood. My parents. My band. One for Fred. And anybody else who wants to come along.

Miss. Smith: I do LOVE you and all your efforts for humanity. Stay Strong for us. There are SO many of us needing you.
lindha jacobsson sagum

Mine and Polina's wedding!!

So mine and Polina's collaboration continues...

it's about life. AND acceptance.

This is me. In my dear wedding dress!!!!

birth and death. just like a resounding DONG. w/out anything being real, what does it all matter???

i know, i speak in riddles you might think. maybe it does have something to do with me starting to read The Sourceres Crossing.... that one of you readers recommended me reading a long time ago when i had one of my heartbroken bloggs.



is one major influence for me in my work.

xxx// alice

more of mr. balthus

more Balthus....


Wednesday, May 30, 2007

If I could TURN back Time,

If I could tear MY HEART apart I WOULD. If I could turn back time, I would have CHANGE IT ALL, WHY? Because YES, IT DOES ALL MATTER. It DOES MATTER, Why does it ALL MATTER???? Why DOES IT ALL MATTER????

Please tell me!!! WHY does it all Matter.....

Tears, do they matter? Joy, does it matter? lonelyness, does it matter. PRETEND, does THAT matter???

What ARE feelings??? Do they matter??? if so, WHY do they matter? And why does it matter to you??

If I could turn back time, I WOULD HAVE DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLEY. Does it matter??????????????????????

NO. did not think so.

This is SHE!!!

Feed Your Head

is the first sentence that you read on one of my hereoes first page:

FEED your HEAD. PLEASE. organically, poetic and politically.

tons of love PLUS please take a peak at patti smiths mission and life. such a great artist.

Oscar Wilde

"I treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction."
Oscar Wilde

Dear Oscar:

if i was half as wise as you were, i think i honestly would have been laughing at this moment. AND not be starring into myself in an EMPTY mirror with NO reflection what so ever. SADNESS looking back at a GIRL wanting LOVE. AHH this question of LOVE. WHERE are YOU my love.

Oscar: Where are you MY love???

This is the Place....

I am. from inside.

This is for those here who does not know me, this is my root.


Inspired by..

This Room.

shot by Luis Sanchis

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Me in Valentino by Polina Barsky

Beauty of a Witch

White milky skin with LONG darkbrown hair. Always the witch in the stories, the one who got BURNED. The girl, I ALWAYS WAS/AM.


A True 70's child.

miss Lena Modigh.

Monday, May 28, 2007


TALENT. This man has it ALL in his pictures. For an extremely perfeckt picture, the idea together with Hair, Make, Styling, the Model and the Photography needs to be IN SYNC. And Mr. McDean has it near or full perfection ALWAYS. He goes from shooting portraits, celebrities, models, documentary to full on trend studio shoots w/out a single fault. Sad, fun, strong, cool, romantic, color, black and white, crazy, goth, angelic, and you name it, he's done it. Any supermodel, he's shot her.

He is someone who I ADORE as a photographer and the teams he surrounds himself with.


more mr. craig.

Mr. Craig.

Mr. Craig.

more Mr. McDean