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Belkemigi // Kloud-co

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Great sense of sarcasm, highly considerable genius, today I am going to represent you Muharrem Cetin.

The artist sticks you to the computer screen for each pair of his artwork and forces you to examine the content and the style as well.

For more information and a variety of his work visit his website.

Illustration Book by Asli Yilmazturk- The Fonderland

The Fonderland

He was extremely bored. Just bored of his life, bored of going repeatedly from somewhere to somewhere on people’s demand. Nothing was changing through time, his missions and destinations seemed like they are all the same. He used to call his life a triangle, he was going from A to B to C all the time. He was ready to find a different way for himself to follow but for him, the chance factor had not appeared yet.

One day he found himself alone in the empty room, just a chair and a table formed like a sperm. There were playing cards on the table, all mixed and upside down, as if they are calling him to chose one of them. The moment probably has come, ‘My life is going to change forever’ he thought. He didn’t know what kind of playing cards were them and what would he encounter when he flips the card. He put his hands on the table and took a strong breath. ‘This is going to be my destiny’ he murmured.

He closed his eyes, concentrated for the unknown. Then he decided to choose the card lying on the far right corner of the table. He had waited his entire life to have a chance to decide, maybe for this moment. He could not remember how he got in this room from where and when. There was something weird going on but he did not take this suspiciously. It seemed for him as everything is normal. He was so open to new things far far away from his triangle-like life. He took his last breath of excitement and flipped the card.

It was written F, just the letter F, no numbers no other thing. He  In a rush he started to flip the other cards, there were letters all the time, D, J, S and the rest of the alphabet. Then he recognized that 3 of the letters were missing: A, B and C.

What the FUCK?

There was a white rabbit waiting 7 step ahead of himself . ‘Have I become a bad replication of Fucking Alice?’ he asked.

‘Just shut up and Follow the Fucking white rabbit, and call me Mussolini’ the rabbit answered.

‘Oh then it’s the replication of Animal Farm!?’

‘No, you silly.’

Then they entered the Forest, his new world. ‘What is this place?’ he asked Mussolini.

‘It’s The Fonderland’

After a few seconds they came across a beautiful deer who has handcuffs on his legs. Hello F, my name is Hitler, if you help me i would like to introduce you to my friends. F said OK but Hitler was looking into his eyes as if he wants something. ‘You have to carry me all the way he said, I can not walk with the hand cuffs between my legs.’ After a big hesitation, he grabbed Hitler and surprisingly it was so easy. He was expecting Hitler would weigh dozens of kilos but he was too light, maybe 2-3 kilos. ‘How could you weigh this light?’ F asked to Hitler. ‘Nothing is like as it appears to you’ he replied back.

After 7 minutes they found a castle with so many beautiful Flowers around. ‘Could you please open the door.’ Hitler asked politely. Then they entered.

To be Continued.

 

Supervised by Onur Yazicigil

Ditte Isager: Danish Photographer from Copenhagen – NYC

While so many photographers are trying to imitate the concept of wonderland, there are few examples which are successful. Not so many words to say about the photo below, the rest are some of her work, for more visuals and information click bitte: Ditte Isager

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Amongst Objects:

Patrick Wolf – Hard Times

One of the best songs I have listened to and one of the best video clips ( Ace Norton ) I have seen recently. If you haven’t heard of it, do not miss.

Punck! as we’re still outsiders.

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Dear airlines could you please send me back to London? I wanna be sacrificed in Russel Square again, where I started smoking.

Upper photo is from dA, the below is mine, taken in 2007, Camden Town.

Who Killed Bambi?

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“A dangerous criminal gang is riding the net. They act in the dark, exploring the most sinister places, in search for the bloody heart of talent and creativity. Their favourite victims are banality, conformism, lack of humor and good will at any cost. Killing Bambi is a good metaphor for their mission. They are unarmed, actually, but they can still hurt.
So be careful…”

Their mission fits you? Then click; whokilledbambi.