OUI, MADEMOISELLE

Written by Annamária ©

OUI, MADEMOISELLE 2010-2014 · SELFKATALOG 2012-2015 · ANNA ELISABETH KOCH 2017




21 September 2011

last moments

I'll miss my mother's garden, the scene of morning and after lunch coffees, long burning cigarettes and shooting ideas. How can be the fact of leaving so aching, if I had waited this moment for years?

20 September 2011

outside seclusion


2005 winter

getting crazy


3 days left till leaving home. Painful and liberating at the same time. Packing, administration to-dos, more packing, some webcam madness, packing. So excited!
Oh yes, I've changed my name. Opinions?
It's conceivable that I'll do it again, I'm looking for a cool stage name, so trying, jah.

19 September 2011

the story behind an obsession

Hong Kong 1997. For a year when I go to second hand shops, I obsessively look for white t-shirts with some caption on them. T-shirts which probably were free at an event or festival accordingly were underestimated and thrown off.


My favorite part: the label. HAPY. It should be a patch so I could sew up. Maybe I will anyway.
I hunt for other people's worthless memories - pieces which make me thinking about unknown stories, unfulfilled dreams. I need fumbling in stranger's soul. I'm an observer.

P.S.: Does anyone know the name of the game on it??

down by the water

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Abra macabre.
Best of all.
Soul ripping.
Fishes at Tapolca

18 September 2011

Plain

Plain, clean and simple. The words that are circulating in my mind for a long while. Wearing jeans and white t-shirt and unique shoes. How exciting to be interesting with simplicity. Clear-out lines with a little spice. You know.
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Forget about exaggeration, anyway I do. I know Helena isn't noted for her bald style but this outfit of hers made me extremly excited about looking like this. Mad face, mad hair, mad eyes, quiet clothes. The mix I'm longing for.
A zipped collar, a white Polly t-shirt with bob hair, or nine yin-yang tattoos with some shell-shaped plastics. Being szép (the hungarian word for beautiful) without unnecessary trash - just severely.
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I wish putting flowers into milk. I wish for a beautiful little house in Montana or some place like heaven. I wish to live beautiful.
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15 September 2011

flash!

My dad's flash from the 1980s what you must to plug in with 3 meters cabel, oldskool really. It belongs to a Zenit camera. Also we have old, rare type reels, developing set and stuffs and an Agfacolor plastic bag... uhlala!

no rendezvous for a while

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Kecskemét

12 September 2011

counting days down

4 and a half days without internet = heaven


- new empty glasses which I'll never wear I guess
- favorite cactuses and mugs
- eating raisin

08 September 2011

Midnight Cowboy

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Voight the hustler, Hoffman the crippled and New York the cruel.
Beautiful, frank and touching. Trailer.

07 September 2011

Dead Pheasant

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On the winter of 2008 a hunter friend of my parents brought us two dead pheasants. We ate them later, of course, tasty meat.
Oh damn, I await for winter, cold and snow so much. Warm drinks... thick sweaters... leather boots... Come Snowman, come along!