StellDirVor

29 January 2011

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

27 January 2011

RENE GURSKOV AUTUMN/WINTER 2011/12 »GO WILD IN THE COUNTRY« MEN’S COLLECTION CAMPAIGN IMAGES

»GO WILD IN THE COUNTRY«

The darker side of Laura Ingalls as a boy.
Traditional Amish handicraft meets urban trash.
Where snakes are absolutely free!

The wild little girl of west translated into a modern boy.
The contrast of well behaving and going crazy.
Pretty traditional clothing trashed by a fight in the mud.
Mamas homemade coat of many colours.
Dads handyman belt as a skirt .
Gender bending the beautiful country side.
The songs of bow wow wow.

The »Go Wild« collection explorers the contrasts of yesterdays living and modern Buzz. The collection has a puffed cozy side and a harder trashed urban side. In the right mix – this countryboy looks both cool and cute.

RENE GURSKOV Website / Blog

26 January 2011

I Absolutely Need To Visit TAIPEI!!!!!

Yvan Rodic

Asger Juel Larsen

25 January 2011

There Is Born A New Site

So jetzt ist sie da, meine Seite speziell für die Party Fotos! Ich dachte es wäre langsam an der Zeit das auch diese Bilder ihren ganz persönlichen Ehrenplatz auf diesem Blog erhalten und sich somit ihr Luft nicht mit den anderen teilen müssen! In Zukunft werde ich euch hier die Bilder von Nachtschwärmern, Fanatischen tanz Stilen und gnadenloser Freude unter die Nase reiben!

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