Lonely present to Kerlames.... Keep your Kleenex away!!!

All right! chaps. These guys in the picture are Jim Jarmusch and Tom Waits. I must add that this post is a request from a friend of mine who I really appreciate. Kerlames is his name. I remeber that we spent so many afternoons in the lovely south listening to blues, wandering around the city and reading books by Kobe Katsukawa; ("Seven naked servants" was my favourite) who unfortuntely died recently (Your soul; master, will remain for ever) I cannot say so much about him as words cannot fill up the gaps that my vivid memory has already open.

A couple of days ago we talked about two chaps we met once upon the time, Fernandez and Cruz, we do not where in the hell they are right now.

-I'm sure we will have some news about'em sooner or later- I said.
-You're right- Kerlames said.

This is just a little present to Kerlames who misses Pandiaco girl somewhere in the lovely south...

Spring is here and it is getting warm,

Good luck Kerlames and send my regards to Pabon Rabon.

Im in the balcony, it is warm, just like the paradise and I see the panorama... a big meteor is just coming towards the planet... it is over.....!!!

Regards

Volan

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Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

Vomiting in Old Kent Road.

Darko's last post is dated back to 2008... have all this years been a dream, a nightmare, am I back to life, back to death?... Shioban! Shioban... where are you? I died and got back to life... or vice versa. Shioban didn't I see you in the Middle Kingdom? Didn't I? Where have you gone Shioban? Irish Muse? Back to death from life... and a sketch she made in 2006, back the "deadly ol' smoke" Back form the toxic earthly smoke, life deterrent, as I walk covered in tar and sweet pop music, baijiu. Shioban!... you are young, I am gray.... Shioban where have you taken my bones? am I ashes, tar or smog? I still have got that ugly punch you directed at me nose, that night at Kingsland road, I landed, smacked my head to the ground only to wake up at Lewisham... or near, Shioban, you crazy Irish death.... was it Old Kent and Rotherhithe where we vomited solitudes that night? Shioban.

Gianluca Fallone

Gianluca is one of the fresh wave of new talent we’re seeing coming out of Argentina at the moment. He’s self-taught and worked at the motion graphics studio Punga. Currently he’s with the graphic design studio Rock Instrument Bureau. During his short career he’s worked for clients including Nike, Pony, MTV, Cartoon Network, Zune, mun2 and Discovery Networks. “ I love type and illustration, and particularly like it when both are present,” he says. “I’ve always been really inspired by music, it has been a trigger for many projects. Working at Punga was a great experience but my true passion lies in print, so that’s probably why I left .” Lala This series of images represents Gianluca’s friend Lala and various aspects of her personality. “She’s the weirdest of my friends. This illustration is just the tip of the iceberg,” he says. See more at: www.gianlucafallone.com Post via: Computerarts.com

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