just done playing photos on photoshop

it's about 2:15 a.m. and i'm just done playing photos on photoshop.
meanwhile i was listening to yoo hee-yeol's music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBASe2vMUI4





now i'm with...

a fan running

an orange light lamp

silence

the sound hitting laptop keyboards

toy's music

thinking that i will be eating mandoo-gook several hours later, in the morning

fifteen

fifteen

school

algebra

finally an A!

biology

friends

an older sister that friends are afraid of

loose leaf letters from friends

friends commenting on the last line "don't let your sister see this"

boyfriend

napping after school

talking over the phone

speaking in british, spanish, and indian accents

listening to indian music

mom and dad

mom saying "clean up your room!"

braces

cutting hair to shoulder length as a punishment from mom

and again fifteen

christina

in late february this year i took pictures of christina who is my friend's younger sister... and here goes:

a few more photos are posted on my flickr. (http://www.flickr.com/charlotteyoungyoon/)

julia restoin-roitfeld

i admire her style.

"julia roitfeld at home in new york" - theselby.com

art show: the starry night

early on june i had an art show at my high school. i had my own booth and named it the starry night.

the starry night was a combination of my inspirations: the starry night sky, northern lights, 1940s~50s antiques, music, art nouveau, french impressionism, my dreams and imaginations, colors, film Amélie, and more. and this was where i was sitting.


left side of my desk from my view. i placed some of my favorite and inspirational books and films. on the wall old photos of my grandfathers, cards from my old friends, and some of my post it notes were with me.


to add up the style i wanted to express, i took from my basement room my hand-made-thus-crappy-and-weak easel and children size wooden chairs that i bought last year from a thrift store.

i'm still editting photos and i still need to get more photos from my friends. but for more insights and photos, visit my flickr! www.flickr.com/charlotteyoungyoon

déjeuner du matin by jacques prévert

i learned a poem in my french class and i thought the last few sentences have that feeling of one of my favorite painters edward hopper. the poem is called déjeuner du matin by jacques prévert.

Déjeuner du Matin

Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cullier
Il a tourné
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler
Il a allumé
Une cigarette
Il a fait des ronds
Avec la fumée
Il a mis les cendres
Dans le cendrier
Sans me parler
Sans me regarder
Il s'est levé
Il a mis
Son chapeau sur sa tête
Il a mis
Son manteau de pluie
Parce qu'il pleuvait
Et il est parti
Sous la pluie
Sans une parole
Sans me regarder
Et moi j'ai pris
Ma tête dans ma main
Et j'ai pleuré.

- Jacques Prévert.

[translation]

Breakfast

He poured the coffee

Into the cup

He put the milk

Into the cup of coffee

He put the sugar

Into the coffee with milk

With a small spoon

He churned

He drank the coffee

And he put down the cup

Without any word to me

He lit

One cigarette

He made circles

With the smoke

He shook off the ash

Into the ashtray

Without any word to me

Without any look at me

He got up

He put on

His hat on his head

He put on

His raincoat

Because it was raining

And he left

Into the rain

Without any word to me

Without any look at me

And I buried

My face in my hands

And I cried.

the most beautiful woman i have ever met

(contd. from the last post)

after my friends and i walked around the phillips collection and saw works by renoir, delacroix, and more, wade said his grandmother lives very close thus we stopped by her apartment. there, i met the most beautiful woman i have ever met in my life.

She was an 88-year-old woman, known as Nona, with such a grace. Nona had a curly long and delicate blond hair and blue eyes and was wearing pearl earrings. She also had a jar full of stories as many as 88 years of life. She sat on the green padded wooden chair and told us about her travel to India… and beautiful scene of Venezia, Italy. She had lived in Italy and Germany (She’s a German thus had a German accent.)

In Nona's livingroom, this painting was hanging on the wall. It was the first one I stood in front of and stared at her place. Then a grandson of Nona, my friend told me "that's her." Nona, who was getting some bread for us in the kitchen, came up and said she was seventeen and wanted to learn ballet. She never performed ballet dancing on stage as if she hoped, but an old woman has a painting of herself at 17 and she spoke of her dream she had to her grandson and his friends after 70 years... How beautiful.

On her table in livingroom, there was a German book about a town in Germany she had lived, an anatomy book, and a newly published W magazine! She even opened the last page of the W magazine and said the style, photo was very cool. In her room there was a sensuous looking drawing of a female nude and the drawing was Nona herself. Nona sat there her legs crossed and elbows on the chair arms for less than an hour… But as I left, I felt as if I read a great book. I thought I want to be like Nona when I get old.