Saturday, 28 March 2009
I had a rocking horse just like this one when I was a kid. His name was Rocky and I loved him. Then I grew too big for him and he became a benign but motionless presence in my bedroom. Eventually I sold him when I was about ten and greedy to supplement my pocket money. It was a decision that I regret to this day...
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
It is twilight, the witching hour, and you keep walking, losing yourself ever deeper in this Sea of Trees: the Aokigahara Forest at the base of Mount Fuji. Some people will never return, their bones scattered amongst the roots, moss and fungi by scavenging animals. They are the suicides, who hang themselves from these velvety branches at a rate of one every ten days and rising since the advent of the credit crisis. Others are more pragmatic: they come in search of the abandoned credit cards and wads of money: a ghostly legacy of those seeking a way out.
Saturday, 21 March 2009
Because you can expect the unexpected. Because there are always treasures to be found if you only have the eyes to spot them. Take, for instance, these Dutch dolls, whom I encountered this week on Amsterdam's Waterlooplein. If you're wondering whether I bought any of them, I didn't. The reason was that I couldn't bear to break up a happy family.
Photo: Annie. Click to enlarge and the dollies will greet you.
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
Saturday, 14 March 2009
This baby doll was given to a little girl who fell ill and died. Weird things started happening after her death and the doll seemed to take on a life all of its own. Eventually the family became so frightened that they sold it on eBay. So how will it get on with its new owner, I wonder?
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Saturday, 7 March 2009
I found this exquisite stencil graphic attached to a rusty door by a bridge in Amsterdam. Was it placed there to commemorate the generations of homeless people who have slept by the water? I hope so...
Photo: Annie. Click to enlarge.
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Right now I'm obsessed by the stylish photos of the Armenian-born photographer Van Leo, who lived in Cairo. I love this little girl's butch stance, her back-to-front hat and her outrageous outfit. Perhaps it's not surprising that she grew up to be a famous Egyptian actress called Sherihan.