Lately, shame has become my biggest motivation (and inspiration).
Ashamed of the fact I haven't read one book of many that I bought during the last Belgrade book fair, I overcame all of the usual excuses (un-ideal reading setup, fatigue, etc) and, in a week's time, indulged Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (Vladimir Nabokov) and Namesake (Jhumpa Lahiri) and a whole bunch of Fables episodes that patiently waited for me for such a long time.
Ashamed that I haven't exercised for ages, I took up Pilates. One month later, I am excited every time I stretch a little bit further, amazed with every new move that my body experiences for the first time.
This journal is, too, a product of my "shameful list" ashamed of the fact that I haven't written a single DA journal despite of the fact that I got my subscription in May, and, at the moment, ashamed (and terrified) how hard it is to find words to write it, I am trying, reaaaaaaally hard, to put up the words in a meaningful ensemble.
Considering the fact I've spent the last year learning what closeness and comfort really are, to the horror, and in honor of my tutor and lust, lustforleica

, I present you
our most intimate moments captured on Nikon.



And our latest precious deviation that became a DD:

P.S. Ashamed that I haven't uploaded (or produced, for that matter) a deviation for a long time, I hope I'll find the strength and inspiration to take some photos..soon.
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