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Into the night



I've been asleep for sooooooo loooooong !
Afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of the future.

I've realized some time ago why I love movies and TVshows and mostly every kind of art form (well, I do have a preference for the ones involving visual methods...professional handicap :P aaaaaaaaaaaaa I work as a photographer. I have a bloody T-shirt that says :
Ina
fotograf
).I love them because I search for answers. Everytime I see "Pride and Prejudice" I take it to mean that even though there are obstacles love will win and each time I remember "The international" I think to myself people still try to make the world a better place and everytime I replay Friends (oh my. i know it by memory...all ten seasons) I see that there is joy in life, today, evethough I am not an astronaut of a spy or a milliondollar payed actress.

Maybe I am one of those people who think that the things that we can imagine can happen, so if it's possible in a screenwritter's, photographer's, writter's mind then it can happen "real life" (I reserve the right to use commas so to not get into a while discussion about what is reality and what is not real).

Last night I said to Ş. "God is giving my years back".
Never waste time!

Friday was a blast =))
So I got up, I read for the exam, I took the exam (the very very worst. never been so worried in my life), I ran home, I ran back to town to meet my boss, saw my bf on the street going out with a friend and his ex (that's cleared up now :P, boy will he hate me now :D), swore like a sailor, got to Snagov, smoked a cigarette, did lots of photos, danced a lot and drove back to Bucharest at six am because the boys drank....summer nights I guess.
It was a lovely party. And the song above played that night.

Visual :





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The untitled



This is because I feel
Break my body,
Displace my skin,
Renounce my flesh,
And break my bones
Destroy my defenses,
Leave me a naked soul,

Create my mornings

And mend my eyes,

Call out for truth,

Accept my scars;

Break my body

Holding my past,

Create me a shell

We both fit in.


This is because I think
I was talking with a dear friend and he said that money doesn't bring happiness. I begin to slowly understand how important it REALLY is to chase your dreams.
The phrase seems pointless. Of course we should chase our dreams but I'll be honest and say that I usually wait for life to give me a little opportunity or something to push me in that direction. The easier ways are easy and it's even easier to say to yourself that "it will happen. right now I have to be realistic".
I've never been a person that likes to wait, especially for things I really want.
I know I shouldn't quit school and sell everything I own to travel by train around Europe and take photographs (lol). There is a limit ...or better said...there can be a balance, but if I had to choose I know now I'd rather go a little hungry than say over a very expensive cup of coffee that money doesn't bring happiness.

This is because I exist

feminine touch


Adi wanted a photo like Ryan Gosling in The Notebook. We'll have to work on that.



I was waiting for Ş. on a bench. I love looking up.

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A day of work




I used to think that my work will be something very far from my heart. I thank God everyday that I can make money with my cam, at least for a while.

Last Friday I was in Constanta, at the Ovidius University, the Constructions section. So the guys I photographed will be the engineers of tomorrow, literally, cause they just graduated.



They seemed fun and what I am most surprised of every time I go to these gatherings is that I can't shake the feeling that they are "grown-ups" and I am not. Most of them are one , maybe two ears older than I am.


I like to photograph details like this.

They like to have fun most of the times.


Boy! did this teacher seem strict...but she was a breath of fresh air after what I felt like as 3 hours of speech from another very boring professor.

This is Ela, Mihai's girlfriend. She works with us. She helps out.
With what? Well...the beauty :P but what they do is they have to give the "kids" the robes and the togas and the personalized scarwes and the bagdes .... . It's not that easy. And there's the transport of these things etc etc. Not my job.



I love this photograph. In the background you can see the name of the firm which is also the firm's net adress.
In the foregound is Adi. I guess he's Mihai's associate.

Adi, Ela and Lucian. Another little helper :)



The senzation of the say was that Mihai let Ela drive the rented wan we got for transporting the robes.

She was having a lot of fun.





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