Racing heartbeats, price in sight, primal intuition I no longer need to hide. Once civilized and caged, a prisoner of the Hive. Beaten the buzzing mainstream, I finally come alive. Emancipated from consumption-chains. Natures call is all that remains. One way ticket into the Wild.
Running relentless through the woods I am not made to be trained, I am not made to be contained. Untamed I come to terms, with my vital necessity for ferocity.
Go on, little tigress, now you be free. Climb on scorched rocks, sleep on broken trees.
Time to roll around in the green fields. Unleash yourself, you will never yield.
Last gaze upon the fading city-lights Never to return, time to face the night. Star-guided, I will strive and stray, to be reborn again within every day.
One step closer to my Creator,
one step closer to the Sun. Leave me levitated in uncharted territory. For it is instinct I long for, not human glory.
Friday at noon, dark clouds were packing together, as I entered the loft Gregory had fixed for this shoot.
I remember there was a lot of turmoil going on because I had so many things to take care of. But as soon as I entered the loft, everything that was buzzing in my head faded away instantly. High and dry in Antwerp, it came to me natural that I didn’t want to act, I didn’t want to prentend. I just wanted to live in that eagle nest and just wander around in every chamber as if it were to be my own. My micro-kosmos, where I could roll around on the bed like a happy little cub, or watch the raindrops drip off the window. Loose myself in nostalgic thoughts and dance through the kitchen. Leave all masks behind and be the naked truth, without holding back. I can be all.
Gregory was my witness, he captured my Loft-tales so pure. As a resourceful spider he stayed in the background leaving me to myself and all my faces.
People tend to structure things: Their households, jobs, financial concerns, relationships... all are depending on well defined blueprints. Lifes need to be planned in order to be lived. The concept of not having a fixed grabhold, where the mind can clamp on to when needed, scares the living shit out of our beloved society. You need to, you're ought to, you have to insure.. or there will be consequences. We are conditioned by our structure habit, not the other way around. Structure-freaks formed by self-induced fear of the unknown By forcing ourselves to play within the chalked pitch-lines, we give ourselves the illusion of being in control. Chains designed to transform our hopes and dreams into 'realistic perspectives. Stepping out of that prison takes guts, the big blur of 'not knowing'. An uncharted landscape where 'what if' doesn't exist. Where we plant seeds in unknown soil, not knowing if something will happen, or what exactly will grow. It's there where we can observe elements of an underlying baseline, the concept of Natures beauty and its flawless design without the need of artificial rules. Structure doesn't save, structure narrows. To flow or not to flow, that’s the question
So when I called Mike up to do a story for PointSevenMach, it wasn't something we had to plan in, but rather we just did. Good vibe, splendid location and time.
A Sunday afternoon without taboos, without obligations, without structure.
A few weeks ago I finally found some time to make my way to Tisja Damen in Amsterdam. About time it was...
Somewhere in the beginning of this year a common friend told me to check out Tisja’s designs. I was in full preparations for ‘Magical Morocco’ back then and I was still searching for some brands to take with me on my trip. ‘You’ll dig it’ he told me. And that’s least you can say, it was love at first sight. I wrote Tisja an email to explain my concept and since then we’ve been writing stories together. So obviously we were both thrilled to finally meet in real life. As my intuition told me we got along straight away. It was a super relax Sunday with loads of coffee, chocolate and laughs… And next to all the coziness, Franggy, Tisja’s best friend took some pictures as well. Here’s the results of that one splendid Sunday...