Thursday, March 27, 2008

INNOVATING BLACK IN FRAGMENTS OF LIGHT















                                                                        ULTERIOR
                  Photos by: the female zoo

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

HER LONG SKIRT




His tongue is tied to a thin string.
Pulling gently the last letter he would write to her.

Eat the letter and digest your words.
Enclose your sound of decay.

The string so smooth.
Heavy mind with sound.

Open your mouth and close your eyes
She has a present for you.

Wake her up like you do.

His face tightens expression.
Eyes closing.
Turning thick black.

Open your mouth and close your eyes
I have a present for you.
Concrete heart.

This will lift her up.




Text by: the female zoo

image: my silent muse

Monday, March 24, 2008

22:30 MONDAY NIGHT BLUES



this is today.
another great discovery.
and another great disappointment.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

DO YOU KEEP YOU COMPANY?


Sundays seem like never endless days.
This photograph describes me best right now. 
Half gone, half awake.
 to wait. 
and wait. 
asleep in the waiting room. 
room of sleep 
to wait. 
in a notion of lust. 
sleeps her patience to never wait.

POLA NEGRI



Thursday, March 20, 2008

MACHINE GUN

New discovery for you to hear

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

UNTITLED NOISE



"Its got to be this time" she said. 
The noise kept on generating.

Her long black hair against her breast
moving sincerely in 10 circles.
dragging around her long broken beige dress.
The noise kept of generating. 

wooden sounds around her feet
making distance in slow motion 
before her hand and vision meet. 
The noise kept on generating 

sudden roughness as she begins to hit her knees.
blue and purple splashes on her pale white skin. 
fingers dripping colors of red from her broken glass of purple gin. 

text by the female zoo
photos by Sarah Moon

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A PRIMARY COLOR LOVER





The mirror stood there
as she mingled with her hair
reading words from a red book
hair dripping white water

The mirror stood there
as she painted stars on her forehead
marking X marks a spot
MarXist marks a star
The mirror just stood there
she writes manuscripts on her left leg
red wine all over her white dress
stains of red filled the air
the mirror remains stood
she dances past a white room 
leaving her book
leaving herself behind 
scent of red catching her mind
she is on a hide.
the mirror just stood there.

marking her movement a constant reflection of reds and whites.
text by the female zoo

Monday, March 17, 2008

VISION IS MINE



Have you ever thought about the person sleeping next to you? 
                             When we close our eyes we loose sense of what is around us. 
                                                      white sheet sleeps.
Masked human beings in your dreams.
What is this vision in your eyes?

Have you ever thought about the person sleeping next to you? 
Have you ever thought about their eyes wide open
 staring right at you. 
and you dont realize 
that they are observing you. 
when 
you 
no 
longer 
sleep
in white sheets




Photos and text by: The female zoo

Sunday, March 16, 2008

PATIENCE

The city never seemed so impersonal. Where ever you go, you always enter feeling like a stranger, and roam around the room while eyes gaze at your new born presence. The wind is cold, and your drenched in city rain accompanied of sirens and insults across the road. You enter an empty space full of empty bodies with empty minds and empty glasses. Nobody knows about you. Nobody cares. So it all remains the same. 
I discovered this artist called Christain Schad, one of those findings that you claim admiration to. 
We spoke about, and i hope youll speak about them as well. 
The act of "falling in love" is more beautiful than being in love. 
So then why fall in love? why not keep yourself in the vicious circle of "falling" 
And what happens when you cant get up anymore? 
from falling. 
love.
and 
in.


Today is the greyest day London could give to us.
coldest.
raniest.
sunday.

enj.
oy.
joy.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

SONGS WHISTLED THOUGH WHITE TEETH




Yesterday was a long day in all its aspects I could have travelled to India and back and felt as if no time had gone by. 
Laying in bed, stranger walked into my room and handed me this record. 
Gently left alone, i slipped it onto the record player. 
Gospel sounds emerged from the bottom of the floor. 
  

                                 


A record that has to be made part of your ear history.

Hope you enjoy it.

Songs Whistled Through White Teeth 
ALELA DIANE

Friday, March 14, 2008

SILENT SCREEN





This morning I imagined myself with birds in between my teeth.
Its those weird moments in life when you picture yourself the way the mirror
pictured you to picture yourself when there is no reflection.
She still muses in mute.








Wednesday, March 12, 2008

UNDERLYING EROTIC IMPLICATIONS





"The shape of being is the visual demonstration of a state of being in which idealized existence is suspended in immutable slow-breathing harmony. All the sensuality has been distilled off from this sensuous presence, and all incitement; Venus denotes not the act of love but the recollection of it."
                                        

SHE DREAMS HIS DREAMS HERSELF  
.
.
.
                 
 VENUS WHY DO YOU SLEEP? 

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

PERPETUAL REMEMBRANCE






WHEN ONE MADE LOVE TO ZERO