Iva is me

Carnivore blues

Iva — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 12:19:17 +0000

After I photographed sparrows, a couple of metres later, in front of the Serbian Academy Of Science And Arts, I stumbled upon this dog, eating a chunk of boney meat. That dog ruined all my chances of photographing pigeons…the whole thing went this way: I’m taking photos of the pigeons and suddenly, he decides to get up and scare them, then he comes back and starts posing with the meat again…but a minute later, he goes to scare the pigeons again…and he doesn’t bark, just gets amongst them. O_O

Carnivore Blues 01 / Bluz mesoždera 01

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)

Carnivore Blues 02 / Bluz mesoždera 02

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)

The night of lollipops, light and fangs

Iva — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 08:12:54 +0000

Here’s a bunch of photographs done as an experiment – I had my mother hold the lollipop for “Lollydelia”, even. Basically, these photos was taken with a plain 7€ Ikea lamp, Panasonic Lumix DMC-ZS3/TZ7 and no flash. Since the lamp didn’t want to cooperate as far as random bits of light are concerned, the only edit I did to this was adding a very light texture (Bokeh textures “Raining Light” by Jane) to three out of five of these photos.

And teeth and the teeth model? Actually, it’s me. There are people with nice teeth. There are people with ugly teeth. There are people without the upper lateral teeth, whose cuspids usually look like fangs. I belong to the third category, so I gave this macro a little icing of horror. But I swear that I’m not a vampire. And I also feel the need to point out that these photos weren’t meant to be nasty in any possible way, as I had some creepy comments on them already.

01 – Take A Bite (Flickr & deviantART)
02 – Sugar Killer (Flickr & deviantART)
03 – Loopy Lolly (Flickr & deviantART)
04 – Lollydelia (Flickr & deviantART)
05 – The Signal (Flickr & deviantART)

Most / Bridge

Iva — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 20:29:30 +0000

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Just to explain, for everyone who doesn’t know me: I’m completely sane and, in addition to that, straight-edge. There’s no drugs or alcohol involved when I come up with a total what-on-earth-is-this-anyway and even p..ms like this one (actually, this is the ultimate p..m!) actually make a lot of sense.

Many thanks to Selma for additional inspiration.

Rupa/Hole

Iva — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:45:16 +0000

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27 and a girl’s dream

Iva — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 22:04:29 +0000

…is my age, as of today.
I had a nice story of the last 12 months, but I forgot where the draft is. Might edit it later. Might not. Until then, I leave you with a girl’s dream.

Before someone thinks we’re eating something like big mammals’ wangs here, this is a deep fried chicken breast wrap with cheese, normally named after an actual historical figure. But yes, they also call it “A girl’s dream” for rather obvious reasons.

Latest February, earliest March

Iva — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 14:57:10 +0000

Another series of late uploads – because I work, write and photograph/edit TOO MUCH these days.

Want chips? You better do… / Hoćeš čips? Ima da ga hoćeš…
My friend’s son is an adorable two-year-old little boy…but this is what happens when he gets his face into the camera.

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)

Ugly Yard / Grozno dvorište
Not only that this scrapyard-like yard is somehow two buildings away from me, but the owner of the ancient truck also moved in a little shack next to the actual three-apartment house without any permission. Whenever someone’s passing by, he’s swearing at them. Bizzare place. Crazy man.

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)

…or what? / …ili šta?
These were the last two letters in my plate, no more soup..when I picked them up to eat them, I realised that they were forming an actual word, accidentally.

(Also on Flickr & deviantART)

The rest of last month’s photographs

Iva — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 03:10:53 +0000

These are the images I did not upload as they were going up on Flickr and deviantArt because I was either busy or lacking concentration. Enjoy them.

A Moth Intervention
After having seen this, I totally get the idea of the tattoo Bart Simpson wanted to get in the first Simpsons’ episode. MOTH. Why not? This one was pretty cool. Note: this one was taken in July 2008.

(also on dA and Flickr)

Grainy Goggy
Deligradska street, Belgrade…in front of McDonald’s. Smart little poochiemofo, he knows where to wait.

(also on dA and Flickr)

Death of the Fairy Tale
This baby tree is growing under a lottery kiosk somewhere close to me. Each time it snows, the baby tree bends and at the same time, there’s something hauntingly beautiful about those icicles. It’s as if you were watching something from a fairy tale, so divine and strange, becoming something very normal and everyday in reality. Yeah, welcome to reality.

(also on dA and Flickr)

Not always what they seem…

Iva — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 19:10:48 +0000

“Not always what they seem… / Nisu uvek ono što ti se čini…”
Miki is one of the most beautiful things on Earth, despite this creepy night photo. In fact, if you’re afraid of trees, who are our best friends, you’re a wuss and you need help.

This photo was not brushed or filtered in any drastic way, just slightly sharpened. Miki is a proud black locust (Robinia Pseudoacacia).

(on dA and Flickr)

Dostignuće / Getting There

Iva — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 14:37:33 +0000

Been a while. I was working and I still am working on a couple of freelance projects. This has been the best month in the last 12, maybe even 18-19 months.

Dostignuće

Godinama je već sve isto,
postoje male razlike, ali je stvarno isto
Ničiji niko>
Nečiji niko>
Nečiji neko>
Svačiji neko

Ovo drvo je samo moje
Ova prozorska daska je samo moja
Ovaj plejer je samo moj
Ovaj sto je samo moj
Ove sveske su samo moje
Ovaj komadić neba je samo moj

Ja sam ničiji niko
i putujem do zvezda
Ne moram da budem nečiji niko
Da bih postala svačiji neko
Stići ću tamo
Ja sam ponosan ničiji niko
A osećam se kao svačiji niko

Godinama je već sve isto,
postoje male razlike, ali je stvarno isto
Ničiji niko>
Bum!
Nečiji niko>
Bum!
Nečiji neko>
Bum!
Svačiji neko
Bum! Bum! Bum! Bum! Bum!

Ovo lice, monohromatsko, baš kako želim
Ova košulja, zakovčana do grla, baš kako želim
Ove pantalone, duge i komotne, baš kako želim
Ove oči, otvorene i umorne, baš kako želim
Ovaj sistem, šećer i kofein, ništa drugo
Ovo srce, još uvek kuca s ljubavlju da stvara.

Ja sam ničiji niko
i putujem do zvezda
Ne moram da budem nečiji niko
Da bih postala svačiji neko
Stići ću tamo
Ja sam ponosan ničiji niko
A osećam se kao svačiji niko
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Getting There

It’s been years and it’s still the same
A minor difference but it’s still the same
Nobody’s nobody>
Somebody’s nobody>
Somebody’s somebody>
Everybody’s somebody

This tree, all mine
This window pane, all mine
This music player, mine
This table, all mine
These notebooks, all mine
This piece of sky, all mine

I am nobody’s nobody
And I will get there
I don’t need to be somebody’s nobody
In order to become everybody’s somebody
I will get there
Get there
A proud nobody’s somebody
Feeling like everybody’s nobody

It’s been years and it’s still the same
A minor difference but it’s still the same
Nobody’s nobody>
Boom!
Somebody’s nobody>
Boom!
Somebody’s somebody>
Boom!
Everybody’s somebody
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

This face, monochrome, the way I want it
This shirt, tied up to my neck, the way I want it
These trousers, long and loose, the way I want it
These eyes, wide open and tired, the way I want it
This system, sugar and caffeine, nothing more
This heart, still beating with love to build.

I am nobody’s nobody
And I will get there
I don’t need to be somebody’s nobody
In order to become everybody’s somebody
I will get there
Get there
A proud nobody’s nomebody
Feeling like everybody’s nobody

Sa šakom ispod tvog teškog stopala / Your heavy foot on her hand

Iva — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 04:18:36 +0000

Another one with fairy tale references…two fairytales in here. No science or religion this time; but there’s some violence.

Sa šakom ispod tvog teškog stopala

Vetar je promenio pravac,
zavitlaj taj kišobran,
otvori druga vrata.
U ogledalu sam
levoruka
i umesto da te zaključam,
baciću ključ na pod,
i onda ću ga podići,
sa šakom ispot tvog teškog stopala
i nasmešiću se
Zašto?

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Your heavy foot on her hand

Wind changed direction,
Go spin your umbrella
Go open the other door
The mirrored me
Is left-handed
Instead of locking you up,
she drops the key on the floor
Then she picks it up,
Your heavy foot on her hand
And smiles
Why?