Autumn Leave, Berlin October 2007, ©Diane Vincent
October 31, 2007
October 28, 2007
Seifenblasen
Seifenblasen. So fragil. Everybody likes soup bubbles. Everybody likes to blow them, watching them floating around. I still have a bottle in my bag from the Hippie Series, and I couldn't resist to take a closer look.
Seifenblasen, Berlin October 2007, ©Diane Vincent
October 24, 2007
October 23, 2007
October 22, 2007
October 17, 2007
October 16, 2007
October 13, 2007
October 10, 2007
October 6, 2007
October 5, 2007
October 4, 2007
October 3, 2007
The Hippie Series
The Hippie Series is the first project I did for my Polaroid Picture Project. It's an idea born at the Fusion Festival earlier in the year 2007. I wanted images full of desire and longing for inner peace and soul and for love. It came in a time I was looking to romanticize everything, the people, the nature, the world, myself. I looked to transfigure the everyday occurrence, the loss of emotion. I looked for a way to crystalize in the rays of sunshine.
My shooting notes - besides Hippie, 70ies and Summer of Love - contained: white magic, catching the end of summer, daydreaming and dreamlike, melancholic, shooting stars, making love with the Polaroids.
At the end the Hippie thing... is made up of many soup bubbles and it comes all together under the sentence "All You Need Is Love".
My shooting notes - besides Hippie, 70ies and Summer of Love - contained: white magic, catching the end of summer, daydreaming and dreamlike, melancholic, shooting stars, making love with the Polaroids.
At the end the Hippie thing... is made up of many soup bubbles and it comes all together under the sentence "All You Need Is Love".
The Hippie Girls, Berlin Summer 2007, © Diane Vincent
October 2, 2007
September 28, 2007
September 25, 2007
September 24, 2007
September 23, 2007
September 22, 2007
September 21, 2007
September 20, 2007
September 19, 2007
September 18, 2007
On the Road
From the original scroll of Jack Kerouacs "On the Road":
"All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep [...]."
"All I wanted and all Neal wanted and all anybody wanted was some kind of penetration into the heart of things, like in a womb, we could curl up and sleep the ecstatic sleep [...]."
September 16, 2007
September 15, 2007
September 12, 2007
September 10, 2007
September 9, 2007
September 8, 2007
September 6, 2007
A postcard from Summer
Everybody has to get away from the city once in a while, so we did in August.
September 5, 2007
September 4, 2007
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