SAMSARA

SAMSARA

Shot and Produced by Footage

Directed by Lola Kramer

*enjoy in full screen*

Samsara from Footage Entertainment on Vimeo.

the cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound.

A general state of overt or subtle sufferings that occur in day to day life.

x,

Lola

METAL*

This is a video piece I collaborated on recently with Footage. More to come. A great duo.

Enjoy!

L

Let Your Hair Down from Footage Entertainment on Vimeo.

black and blue partout

*Although this picture doesn't do it much justice and was taken before it fully blossomed, but just look how happy I am!

After much thought, writing, dreaming, gathering inspiration and babbling about

the significance of a black eye (for over a week)

--it's visual appeal and stigma--

...plus, this whole Temporary thing you may have noticed I am thinking a lot about recently...

Ladies and Gents,

I have tapped into my masochistic side.

I decided that it was a great idea to use my body as an art piece. A sort of painting per se.

MON VISAGE

as the canvas, yeah??

*(refer to Marina Abramovic's Rhythm performances)

I spent all night giving my eye repeated attention

and now

I shall make love to my black eye and wear it not like a scarlet letter, but like a

golden prize.

My friend Airon recorded some of the performance on my shitty sony camera

which I shall upload very soon.

sweet dreams,

Lola

I'M LIKE CAT HERE, A NO-NAME SLOB.

HOLLY, I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU.   

SO WHAT?  

SO WHAT? SO PLENTY!   

I LOVE YOU. YOU BELONG TO ME.   

NO. PEOPLE DON'T BELONG TO PEOPLE.   

OF COURSE THEY DO.   

NOBODY'S GOING TO PUT ME IN A CAGE.   

I WANT TO LOVE YOU.   

IT'S THE SAME THING.   

NO, IT'S NOT! HOLLY!   

I'M NOT HOLLY. 

I'M NOT LULA MAE, EITHER.   

I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM!   

I'M LIKE CAT HERE, A NO-NAME SLOB.   

WE BELONG TO NOBODY, AND NOBODY BELONGS TO US.   

WE DON'T EVEN BELONG TO EACH OTHER.   

STOP THE CAB.

CAT.   CAT!   CAT!   CAT!   CAT!   CAT!   OH, CAT.   CAT.   [MEOW]   [MEOW MEOW]   CAT!   CAT.   HERE.   OH, CAT.   OH, OH, OH.   OHH...

Monotone Symphony

At the age of nineteen, Klein and his friends lay on a beach in the south of France,

and divided the world between themselves;

Arman chose the earth, Claude, words,

whilst Yves chose the ethereal space surrounding the planet,

which he then preceded to sign . . .

L

tribute to Wendy Rene, After Laughter (Comes Tears) from EricB on Vimeo.

opalescent iridescent

i forget your face, but i remember your Charm.