2013’ün tadını yine niyanlar çıkaramadı arkadaşlar. 2013’ün son günlerinde öyle bir insanlığımdan çıkarcasına yoğunlaştım, öyle bir köleleştim, öyle bir kapitalizmin kurbanı ucuz emekçi oldum ki hobime, kedime, sevgilime, saçıma başıma ayıracak zerre zamanım kalmadı. 2014 daha iyi geçer diye umarak 2014’ün ilk yazısına girişiyorum (“2014’ün ilk” kalıbından tiksinerek tabi ki)
2013 was not my year. But the last days of 2013 were even worse. It was so hectic, cruelly enslaving and made me hate capitalism as a low paid workforce that I was unable to attend my hobbies, cats, boyfriend or even hair. I wish myself a better year in 2014 and starting the first post of 2014 (hating the “first X of 2014” structure)
Remember when I wrote about Tim Walker making this blog even harder to read, my only aim was to go on get on with it and write a lot more about photographers. Then life happened! Similar to the other 23648234 subjects I was intending to write and could not find time to, I could not manage to write about the photographers I really love. The artsy fartsy atmosphere of Istanbul with all the bienal and exhibitions made me feel like writing again. It was time for the celebrity lover, portrait re-definer Martin Schoeller.
You know I never give up mocking Terry Richardson who is like a Teenage Jodie Foster selling pimp of Taxi Driver, whose white wall and other places all wannabe pop stars and models want to visit. I know Terry Richardson is crying now, just because I don’t like him, but those overrated bastard makes me write more about fantastic photographers.