Melissa Auf Der Maur & Karen Elson - Devil's Plaything

Fakery London

Fakery London Billboard Exhibition

Jakarta Biennale XIII 2009

Poor Janis, that wasn't the meaning of the song...

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV?
"Dialing for dollars" is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until 3.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?
I'm counting on you Lord, please don't let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?

Everybody

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Mercedes Benz by Janis Joplin

The White Stripes - I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

Honorable Mention in Portrait Category

American Photo Magazine: January/February 2009
Special Issue Images of the Year

Levi’s Odyssey

I’ve seen this commercial for the first time when I was with Leo Burnett back in 2002. It's an epic, suddenly become my favourite commercial. The idea from BBH was solid, directed by Jonathan Glazer and the music... an orchestrated version of Handel's Sarabande is just perfect. Well, it’s not too much if I said this is one of the best commercial of all time.

I found another version of Levi’s Odyssey with different music background. Well… it’s not bad but I'd prefer the Handel's Sarabande version, really touched my heart. I wish I made this commercial.

Rufus Wainwright - Going To A Town

I'm so tired of you, America...

"Like Clockwork" by Yasmin Ahmad

Like clockwork it happens,
tick by tock by quick tick by hurried tock.
But quietly, its decibel perceptible
only to the cat and the dog.

The watch on the wrist tries to warn us,
tapping its tiny untiring beat
against the hesitant pulse of our blood;
the clock on the wall tocks on,
in defiance to the time-honoured tradition
of silence in the school hall.
We were not listening.

The body was doomed to stop
even before it started.
Death has a life of its own.
Time marches doggedly
to the cliff of its own end.

We were not listening;
deaf to the decay of the planets and the suns.
Stars were exploding and dying in the night.
We were making love;
making life.
We saw it happen in the garden;
to the trees and the pets,
and still we watched our own dying (life)
with blinkered optimism
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life"
oh yes, and by the way,
also one day closer to the end of it.
And curiously, when it happens,
everyone is surprised.
Everyone is visibly moved.
Eyebrows are raised, eyes are lowered,
mouths open like unsuspecting clams,
tongues click.
Surprised, as if we had no knowledge of it,
as if it were a newcomer,
as if it were a sniper.
And when it's over, everyone walks away,
lamenting the weather and the price of fish.
The grave is forgotten sooner than it was remembered.

What wisdom descends when I pause to listen to death?
Nothing really.
Except, my beloved's eyes dance when he tells me about his day,
and I must remember to kiss them.