Who Are You?: Amanda
Where Are You?: NYC, Brooklyn, Greenpoint. What Are You?: A photographer who sometimes writes shitty poetry.. What do you make?: Art (and pretentious poetry), sometimes I make great reddish jello. What do you love?: the fact that i just sold a photograph for $1000 and that I'll go out celebrating at my friends great club tomorrow. What do you hate?: that i'm stuck in my apt tonite.. What do you listen to?: 60-70 garage, and early 90-brittish pop. What do you watch?: maya derren movies What do you drink?: amaretto sour, strawberrymilk What do you smoke?: Benson and Hedges, lights What do you take?: not too much, not too often What do you believe in?: the big bad dodgy disco, top tunes, crap mixing When We Were 16 Where were you?: in a smalltown, Kinna, Sweden.. Tiny, tiny, tiny.What were you?: a blackhaired pop-giza, with no clue, studying philosophy, sociology and litterature. What did you wear?: fishnets, and tiara. What did you listen to?: the smiths What did you watch?: soapoperas What did you love?: big cities What did you hate?: smalltowns What did you drink?: strawberry milk What did you smoke?: benson and hedges What did you take?: all herbs people said would work, they never did. What did you want to be?: rockstar and philosopher Who did you fight?: the bad bad environment-bad guys Who/What did you believe in?: morrissey Where did you go?: to Gothenburg and London What did you learn?: that i never could be a rockstar, and that i was moving as soon i finished school. |