wonderland
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
Green:
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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.
Who Killed Bambi?
“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.
:Wumpscut: – Soylent Green
For you again Rudy.
Welcome to the worlds of dreams
Where people have to satisfy the need to sell their means
Don’t look back in anger
You’re not the only one
To choke on all this madness
Cause all you get is none
All you get is none
All you get is none
Don’t look back in anger
You’re not the only one
Live for, die for
The substance of your life
You cannot chain your misery
Just seal it in your life
Moving in circles, the anger emanates
The madness all around you
The healing hands of Fate (?)
Soylent !
This is right.
This is the truth you prayed for
This is the fruit you die for
Can’t get away
Can’t get away
Can’t get away
“Rindfleisch, miss shirl”
“Haben Sie ein Solches stück schon mal gesehn?”
“Wie oft kann ich denn schon einmal meiner Kundschaft etwas anbieten, was derart Phantastisch ist?”
“Nun ist es also soweit”
“Richtig ist es nicht doch, notwendig”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Geh mit Gott”
Run !
Soylent Green
Soylent – this is the way to resurrect
The hope, the fear
The bodies are littered
God and religion,
Religious in vain
Religious in vain
Religious in vain
God is Religion, religious imprisonment!
Ich kann ihnen nicht helfen, leider verzeihen sie mir
“Was hat er gebeichtet?”
“Gott möge uns schützen”
“Ich hab gesehn was sich dort abspielt”
“Die Ozeane sind leer, das Plankton geht zugrunde”
“Es dauert nicht lange und sie werden Menschen züchten zur ernährung, wie vieh”
“Die menschheit muss es wissen”
“Es ist Menschenfleisch”
“Soylent grün ist ein Produkt aus Menschenfleisch”
Run!
“Gott möge uns schützen”
“Soylent grün ist Menschenfleisch!
viva la Synthpop!

shit it works!
for the ones who-re whores;
-high pitched emotions
-my universe
-there is nothing
-epilog
american mcgee’s Alice
My primal obsession, that’s why they call me Alice. And I killed the Red Queen.
“Only the foolish believe that suffering is just wages for being different.”























