Piazza, Florence.

I'm one of those people who can't see a cute dog or cat without saying a friendly "hello". Both in Rome's and in Florence's piazzas, there were always such little fellows hanging alone, as if they were homeless, but not really. Sweet.

dreaming awake.

A little cliche, isn't it? Pictures I took over a month ago, but edited them only recently. I was sort of inspired by The Virgin Suicides and Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, although it is always so damn hard to manipulate a tripod to a desired angle...

november, 4pm, indoors.

When everything was golden and lovely

Hard to understand.

"Lately i was sooo upset cos somebody finished this cereal my mom dhl-ed me
like i really really like this cereal called hyun mi o gok
and its like sugar free and my favourite favourite and i was really eating it slowly
cos i wanted it to last and i always hug the cereal box when i watch tv
cos i kinda feel like close to my mom when i do that
i came back from paris yesterday and it was totally FINISHED
and someone even put the box next to the trash can so i cant hug it now.

i was really sad so its making me feel bit depressed
i think its worse nowadays cos i really didnt miss home when i was like 13 and travelling,
but im still 17 and maybe some ppl think im old enough but really all these years
travelling and missing school and missing real home time is affecting me now
i dont have much memories from school cos i quited school when i was 15 going on 16
and i home schooled. but even when i was 13 i didnt really have friends my age
and i had like 3 friends from highschool and i still dont have friends my age.
it made me more mature but at the same time sometimes i feel sad and i just hope
i dont become like michael jackson and build neverland when im like 30 something
and be crazy and get plastic surgery and molest children.

so i put 80's music on and danced in my room
and it felt much better. i think im really easy going." (Photo and text - Daul Kim, april 2007).

The chaotic typing, the apparently innocent and comic self portraits, every little thing.... suddenly makes sense, but still... It's hard to understand. Like everyone who suffers from depression should do, I wish she had seeked help and fought the pain. Once it was Ruslana, now, it was Daul's turn. Sad events that remind me, these beautiful flawless girls whose pictures we see in glowy magazine pages are no more happier than us, than anyone.