sofie (rasmus)

THE INTERNET HAS BEEN GOOD TO ME.

There was this couple that I’d been with for a while, when one night he began to attack her. Earlier that day their three-year-old son cried when his father tried to drag his mother away. That night I heard the father shouting at her and I heard her screaming. I ran down and found him tearing the bathroom apart, looking for drugs. I started taking pictures, thinking he would stop. When he raised his hand back, like he was going to slap her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I kept thinking, ‘My God, if I don’t have a picture of this, then nobody will ever believe it.’ I got that picture when he hit her. But when he went to hit her again, I put my camera down and I grabbed his hand, and I said, ‘What the f… are you doing? You’re going to hurt her!’ He just threw me down like I was a bug, then he said, ‘Look, she’s my wife and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make her understand she can’t lie to me. But I’m not going to hurt her, so you stay out of this.’ —Donna Ferrato. 

(Source: nieman.harvard.edu)

on the aromatic hillsides of santa barbara, the villas are all like funeral homes. between the gardenias and the eucalyptus trees, among the profusion of plant genuses and the monotony of the human species, lies the tragedy of a utopian dream made reality.
what do you do when everything is available – sex, flowers, the stereotypes of life and death? This is america’s problem and, through america, it has become the whole world’s problem.
and just like that i’m in fucking love with baudrillard. 

there is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room… suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is: a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its images indifferently, indifferent to its own messages (you can easily imagine it still functioning after humanity has disappeared). jean baudrillard - ‘america’