I came to dance.
Caroline Bach | December 8, 2010 | 20:03Someday
Caroline Bach | December 7, 2010 | 13:04Star Heart
Caroline Bach | December 7, 2010 | 02:45
Two small torches and a power cut in town.. :) Anjuna beach, Goa, India 2010
My days are passing and they are packed with music, photos, work and snow. I am enjoying.
Bebe – Tu silencio
Pafuera Telarañas (2004)
Ahora no estás aquí,
ahora no estoy aquí,
pero el silenció es la más elocuente forma de mentir.
En tu silencio habita el mío
y en alguna parte de mi cuerpo habitó
un trozo de tu olor,
en tu silencio habita el mío
y en alguna parte de mis ojos habitó
un trozo de dolor.
Ahora estás aquí,
ahora estoy aquí,
abrázame para que piense alguna vez en ti.
Other than that I’ve just been completely obsessed with the Stevie Nicks video that I posted yesterday, I just can’t get tired of her voice and that perfectly banal song. It’s been on repeat since I came back home from work. haha.. Right now I’m uploading my photos to the ftp of the printinghouse, it’s been difficult to choose which photos to display and which not to, when you love the moment of taking a picture you develop a special relation to a lot of your shots, having to reject them then suddenly feels very personal, like actually killing your darlings..
Wild heart
Caroline Bach | December 5, 2010 | 21:44Yesterday night..
Caroline Bach | December 5, 2010 | 17:21Poison Lips
Caroline Bach | December 4, 2010 | 19:59I’m hyping myself up, tonight we’re dancing!
Vitalic – Poison Lips
Flashmob (2009)
Here’s some more hype for you, on Spotify!
You’re coming, right?
Caroline Bach | December 4, 2010 | 09:50
I hope you are coming to see my exhibition in Mazettihuset, Malmö the 19th of December :)
You better!
Monkeyheart
Caroline Bach | December 3, 2010 | 03:40
India 2010
An Indian woman on the beach in Goa called one of my friends a monkeyheart when he didn’t want to buy anything from her.. it stayed as a word for the rest of the trip and we would use it as a joke when somebody was being “bad”.. Today however, in order to be able to set the title for the picture above, I decided to do some research about the term. Apparently “a monkey’s heart” is an old Indian tale about a monkey and a crocodile with a demanding wife.. and in the end.. being a monkey actually means being smart… and possibly having a tasty heart.
“The crocodile thought that now he could reveal his real intentions to the monkey, as it was impossible for him to escape from the middle of the river. The crocodile gullibly said to the monkey, “I am taking you to my home to please my wife. She wants to eat your heart. She says that since you eat tasty fruits day and night, your heart must be ten times tastier than those fruits.”
The monkey was taken aback to hear these words. He had never expected this type of a request from a friend. He kept cool and said wittingly, “Oh dear! Why didn’t you tell me earlier? It would be my privilege to offer my heart to your charming wife. I usually keep my heart safely in the burrow of the tree. In order to serve my heart to your wife, I have to go back to get my heart.”
The foolish crocodile swiftly then swam back to the tree where the monkey lived. On reaching the bank the monkey quickly jumped off the crocodile’s back and climbed up his home tree. The crocodile was in a hurry and realized that the monkey was taking too long in getting his heart. Impatiently he asked, “What is the delay? Get you heart. My wife will be very happy.”
By the time, the monkey had realized that this was a rebirth for him. The monkey laughed and answered, “My dear foolish friend. You’ve deceived me as a friend. Can any one take out his heart and keep that in a burrow. It was all a trick to save my life and teach a lesson to an unfaithful friend like you. Now go away and don’t ever come back.” The crocodile was ashamed for his act and went home with his head bent down.”
Monkeys for the win!






