Bake me a morning muffin.

New photographic work, "Bake me a Morning Muffin" released. Check out here:
http://sitruc.kachaa.com/index.php?albumCode=44009

I shot it rather different this time. Follow our (model Samantha & me) inclinations, relax, and press the button.

You can almost smell it.
The aroma of Sunday in our coffee.


P.S. My first time do the hair for model. ah, it's fun. :)

Backstage.

and the model's doing her face













and she's massaging her mouth














and she's starring at the photographer's bare foot













and she couldn't hold her laugh













and the rubber band couldn't hold her hair

and it's a splendid shooting. BTW, I'm starting to think horoscope maybe is more than hot air for the increbible similitude bewteen Model Samantha and Photographer Sitruc, who have the same birthday.

PS: I like the perfumed pillow puts me to sleep
MS: Me too!

MS: My fellows at home are used to me as a trouble & choosy bastard
PS: Me too!

PS: I think it's your great anxiety to feel like getting stuck or moving downhill regardless of the absolute status or intrinsic value at all. Just like how I feel.
MS: (nod nod)

MS: This is right for her! Bjork's just act...
MS & PS:...freaky!

Toast for the spoiled kids born on 01/01!

____ is a four-letter word.

Dedicate to Jasper, the very charming model of the shooting. New photographic work, "____ is a four-letter word" released. Check out here: http://sitruc.kachaa.com/index.php?albumCode=20264

We had a great time. It was fun to create with concordant minds. I couldn't ask for more except time didn't allow us to actualize everything.

The whole thing will be close to complete when the viewers (you!) see the images and draw your very own interpretation of the title. Ergo, please share with me the four-letter word(s) to you the images conveyed by comment here or email and I'll reveal mine in the course of shooting.

Come on, throw it!

Flipping my album and noticed that I'm getting more and more captivated by the beauty of a grotesque human psyche, vis-à-vis, concomitant conflict.

Ephemeral, we all sadly-luckily are.

Barely a week since I shoot these flowers. The colour faded, the petals withered and fell then. So as we are.

Milan Kundera stated in [The Unbearable Lightness of Being] that a life which disappears once and for all, which does not return, is like a shadow, without weight, dead in advance, and whether it was horrible, beautiful, or subline, its horror, sublimity and beauty mean nothing. The myth of eternal return.

But no, I stepped forward from the lay-back post and know for sure that my very own life is heavy and beautiful for its transience and non-recurrance.

I gonna live long enough to taste it real. Thx to people who care about my health. Especially my beloved sister Lea.