the Walrus

absolutely wonderful cartoon about a 14 year-old who has interviewed John Lennon. 

september is about to end

and I still do not believe in my summer. it was so cinematographic.

every tiny detail was filled with friends' smiles, laughter, warmth and craziness.

smiles, strangers, friends, sunrises, mountains, parents, home, trains, plains, St. Petersburg, Issyk-Kul, concerts...

all summer our umbrellas were lying deep in the closets, in how many rains we'd all have got, playing freesbee in the thunderstorms, biking in the rain for hours, crossing bridges, screaming with excitement on empty night streets filled with numerous lights.

i remember how we got into this huge rain on our way to Travis concert, and how we were all getting dry there, singing our throats away to their songs. how they, when the concert was over, came out again, grouped around one microphone and started singing again, accompanied just by acoustic guitar. Or this dream-like concert of Massive Attack in St. Petersburg: white night, open air, perfect sound..They took me to another dimension.

how we, young and stupid, were testing our alcohol limits, jumping into the swimming pool all dressed and then running home across the park, drenched, drunk and happy, making it to last metro-train.

how we were meeting golden sunrises, either dancing all night away, or studying with 6 cups of coffee.

how we'd buy spontaneously tickets to st. petersburg catching trains on the last minute, how we'd walk all day and all night around the city, exploring each little street, every little cafe, how unreal everything would seem in the morning.

how empty, tiny and bitter i felt, how all words stuck inside and i couldn't say anything to Dasha when her mother had died, taking her away from sorrow to Issyk-Kul, this peaceful and quiet place.

and how one country was following me even there...in umbrellas, in colors, in green-white-red ice-cream :-)

what joy and fun do my parents bring, always in love, always young and fresh, joking and laughing. all these warm, cozy home evenings, listening to music, playing piano, having tea-conversations with my dad, cuddling with best of all cats Nusha, eating enormous amounts of fruits, baking in the 45* Sunshine

how i love every tiny feature of people that are around me, how diverse and wonderful they all are. thank you for making my routine so un-routine like.

bye-bye dear summer..

autumn came in bringing cold but beautiful weather, outdoor fun has moved to indoor movies/tea/games/ and this song is a good soundtrack to September:

http://crocodilya.com/music/blue%20alert.mp3

coil sketches

coil is a very fragile medium, i try not to breathe on these sketches, cause every touch wipes them off. so, just capturing them on camera before they fade away :D

it is funny how light turned out to be on these two, as if there is a real Flash from the photocamera:

or as if he is really shutting his eye from the light. 

  

evolution

1992 

2008

my cousin Renata, who is my closest friend from the times we could say only 'mama'. 

almost sunset

rain in mountains

cannes lions

and my personal cannes lion goes to

the dorm>>>trash photos

historical moment.. Di and Altynai are cooking! 

in the dorm there is always little space, it is always crowded, always stuffed. 

in the dorm you become amateur acrobat (balancing between three girls' stuff, and each has minimum 20 pairs of shoes and three suit-cases of dresses ^__^)

in the dorm you learn what real patience is.

in the dorm you learn how to maximize use of minimum space

in the dorm boys always "confuse" girls shower with theirs.

and it is always so much fun!!

jedi fight :D

my hair is now long enough for a little tail

charade: Kamil is showing 'Silicon Valley' 

true, true :D

"life is a long jump from cunt to grave"
(Faina Ranevskaya)

that phrase is worth a short-cartoon!

moscow

my friend and I were looking at the weather forecast for the week:
- haahaaa! tomorrow's going to be +12!
- mhmm.. then 8 again..
- look! there is going to be 14!!
- and then 15! yay!
- and Saturday! 16!!
but it ain't true. It was +5 today.

especially it is funny to talk with my parents: 'oh, it got quite cool in Almaty. only +17 at night! but still +30 in the daytime!'
oh, dad and mom, one more word and I will..

goodbye blue sky

i love your music, R.I.P.



Richard Wright

poor iPhone

Hop1800 brings back the idea of a phone to be just a phone.

costs 10 bucks, has no screen >>>no sms, no games, no address book, only talk. has a polyphonic ringer and tactile keyboard for blind people. I guess it also features a function of developing memory on phone numbers :D

via

i think david lynch would buy one!

today was a good day for some music

after wedding

there is a wedding house next to my home. every Saturday it gets crowded with people. so far (3 years) all the weddings were the same. same cars, same brides in same awful dresses, same grooms, same wedding photographers, same guests with same expression on their faces, same bottles of champaign.

sometimes i would add some action to this wedding routine by running into someone on my bike ^__^

gaugin

found a copy of gaugin i've done back when i was 16.

why everytime when I don't take camera with me

I see something peculiar?

like this huge pink limo-cadillac with a black driver



or this "I hate little dogs" scene



what an unhappy face her boyfriend had when that dog was trying to lick his face..

/from my sketchbook diary/

girls in bed

for sure, this will be in my future apartment:



by © Lila Lang

moment of the day

every lunchtime at work, while my 'koreans' eat, i prefer to have a walk instead of food.
even if it rains.

today, while walking between puddles with my umbrella, was listening to
'on the sunny side of the street'. right at the moment i thought how ironic it is, to be walkin the in rain and listen to it, the sun came out making my side of the street sunny.

morris cornelius escher

the only work of his without optical illusion.

/go break your eyes:/
http://www.lookatme.ru/flow/moris-kornelis-esher
http://www.psy.msu.ru/illusion/