Rationalism – does it come with beer?
26. February 2008
So I’ve been to the hairdresser for the sake of humanity. Looking damn snazzy again now – ladies, here I come. Almost.
Anywho, things I’ve learned in the past few days:
- Austria is gay (driving licence)
- so are water marks
- funny gelatine strings on your negatives
- dpreview forums rival the TV prograrm in regard of retardism
- that shooting a Olympus Mju II most likely won’t make me look like Terry Richardson and even more likely won’t get me any chicks.
Now: 3 rolls of 400TX. Developed in Kodak XTOL 1+1, 9:00 mins, 20°C, agitation every 30″ for 5″ – hey, that info gives the impression that I know what I’m talking about. Oh yes, forgot: negatives were scanned with the Nikon Coolschweim V ED.

That’s all? Yes, I think so.

I’m a big fan of the ad in the background. It says: “Lust for meat”. Very nice.

The Austrian Knut getting ready for Finland. That’s an EOS 3 with the sweet 35/1,4 in his hands.

One of those days where I’m feeling lucky.

I bet she killed that thing on her head herself. For Kira.

Hey, haven’t posted any photo from my favorite bus stop in some time! So there you go, as gripping as before.

One more. Wow, that’s fantastic.

The bored and way too full of himself artist posing in front of the mirror because there is nothing else to do (except catching that flight to Tokyo). Inspired by some online portfolio’s about section. Very nice.

Oh, we had Valentines Day. Kawaii. People buying flowers. I managed to get the focus off mabye because I was overwhelmed by all the love spirit around me.

Flying horse after emergency landing.

One more still life. Fantastic!

Old fellow doing… something. Hell, let’s take a photo of that scene because film grows on trees as everyone knows. I have a couple of those trees in the backyard.

The insightful, loving, sensitive, charming, funny, understanding artist. Definitely a horse whisperer. Gay.

Awesome! More semifunny shit. Great success.

Clearing the gallery. Last day at the gallery – awkward feeling seeing those prints up the wall. Oh yeah, the digital photos turned out crap as I forgot about the polfilter. Might post them later though (they are really fucked).

Darja. We went to school together.

Marlene. Again, went to school together.

Showing off prints. Pushing ego – it’s like mental masturbation. Very nice.

I’m pretty happy with those frames tonewise. Yay for tones!

Some might call this decisive – I call it bad timing. Oh wait, shit, it’s conceptual. Don’t admit mistakes – they all serve some sort of purpose.

Learn by doing. Went for a walk and meeting up with Stefan and Der Alte.

At the cafe: Stefan… feeling empty and stranded. (emo)

Because his internet connection is broken… myspaceln.

L’Alcohol – weil ich es mir wert bin.

More waiting. Hey, that could be part of my fantastic reading series. Nice very!

Hell, even more. I know we Viennese people are exciting folks. Very nice.

Next day at her place… serious business going on.

Checking brush. Serious business.

Applying make-up requires lots of precision.

“Why is this happening” is not an appropriate question.

Because it’s serious business. And who knows… you never know when you meet that knight Disney was talking about.

Aww… before you ask: this roll is mainly about the wonders of nice lady. So you might want to skip that…

Lunch break… sun light. Very nice.

I guess I should start collecting photos of people with their cell phones… nice important fantastic great. On my way to the pub – for just a beer…

Getting ready for university and studying again. Do you feel the positive vibes? I don’t.

Aaaaaand: A lady with once again a freaking weird cap. Why? Because I can.
Cheers to all those who made it this far through another not so gripping and by not any standards funny blog entry. But hell, I just came home from the pub and didn’t feel like adding some not so funny shit to not so funny photographs.
Take it as easy as possible,
because you never know,
what’s going,
to
happen
next.
Awesomeness might strike you like a fist of lightning in your butt.
Who knows.
Think about it.
Bernhard





















