Blenda

Showroom

Milenković Milovan

Smederevo, Serbia, Oct. 2009, there was a bodybuilding competition. In front of a very small audience, in a few hours of the programme bodybuilders were comming out one by one. They spend most of their time in calculating the energy value of the food, working out in the gym, and mostly in front of the mirror. The ultimate goal of this type of competition is  the tough process of forming an unrealistic form of muscle. Probably watching this competition just once is not enough to understand if there is the philosophy of this sport, but it is enough to realize that their ultimate goal is a nice look.

Prvi Put

Sumeja Tulić

Prvi put sam vidjela snijeg 1998. Stajale smo nas tri, Sadžida, nana i ja na vanjskim stepenicama i gledale kako grad blijedi. Na naše ushićeno skakutanje niz-uz stepenice, nana reče da “…naš narod ne voli snijeg” i da će svi misliti da smo “čudne” ako nastavimo slaviti. 

Love Letters

Ada Hamza

No. 6
I spent the whole day at home watching cartoons and washing laundry. It has finally stopped snowing so I can clean up the mess we made at the birthday’s party on the backyard. It’s somehow empty without you. I don’t know how to speed up the time. I’m just telling to myself that May always comes when you least expect it.

Zagrepčani

Krešimir Zadravec

U formi takozvane ulične fotografije dokumentiram gradski život vodeći se isključivo, barem tako sebi laskam, dosjetkom i instinktom. Lišen ustaljenih fotografskih kodova te neopterećen suvremenom utrkom tehničkog napretka osjećam se oslobođeno.
"Bilježenjem grada" nastojim iskreno i neposredno predstaviti osobni odnos jednog stanovnika s njegovim gradom.
Zagrepčani su svi oni ljudi koje u njemu zateknem, to je dnevnički zapis mojih lutanja gradom. Ne trudim se tražiti autohtone stanovnike, ne gledam im mjesto stanovanja ili obiteljsko stablo - dinamika nekog prostora ne pravi takve razlike.

Ne znam, teško mi je to

Luka Kedzo

U ovom stanu uvijek je mrak i hladno je. Teško s njom išta. Svi na sto strana, baka i ja smo u dvorcu praznom. Sjedim vani na klupi. Pazim koliko pušim jer ne želim da ona puši. Pijem domaće kave koje ne volim ali govorim kako su super. Mašem mentalnim metalnim rukama dok pričam s tim Švicarcem koji je cijeli plastičan - europski zubi. Tetka čudno gleda, bježi joj oko. Ujak se šeta, idemo do banke i radimo te obavezne stvari. Turisti se kupaju, zimsko – mekano bijeli. Bio sam kod agave. Svega mi je rekla ali rekla mi je da dođem drugi dan, previše je buke. Ići ću navečer i sutra. Ići ću svaki dan da je vidim.

Tri

Jelena Mijić

Nisu (misli devojčica nekako tako), nisu bliznakinje, ali su sestre rođene; od istog oca i od iste majke. Kao što su i one tri, Hana, Mirijam i Berta (to jest ona sama) tri rođene sestre, od istog oca i od iste majke, jedna drugoj nalik, a ipak različite.

Scenography of Routine

Mane Radmanović

There are more shoes. Less skin and less hair. I don’t hydrate as much. Everything is habitual. Spaces seem to be becoming more and more insignificant. I start getting used to them. All I need is that something in between, I need more of a zone than a legit space in which I function rather than live. I don’t care for myself the way I used to. I let go more. I let go of my own personal details. I learn from details around me.

I eat more fish. Red meat tires me. It’s as though routine never seemed this lively and gentle before. As though I re-learn it over and over again.

Jantar

Tomislav Kruljac

Ona kaže da drveće pravi vjetar, da je to smisao njihovog postojanja. Ona kaže da joj juha može eksplodirati, ja želim da kuha bolju kavu. Obožavam njene drame i poeziju, njene pjesme su mali baobabi i miluju lice grada rukama od jantara. Volimo kuhati, roštiljati i peči zajedno, uglavnom jako začinjenu hranu. Većinom ja perem suđe, a nered pravimo oboje. Ispadaju joj stalno kovanice po cijelom stanu, a ja ih skupljam za crno bijele filmove. Želim da zavoli dugo ispijanje domaće crne kave, s malo mlijeka, u rana jutra u njenom stanu.

Bez kuće

Tatjana Radičević

Filip je Natašin pas, on je mala fabrika čokolade. Fići voli musli. Želim da mirišem kao on.
Nataša je moja porodica, ona voli mimoze, priča nepovezano i sve što je želela kada je bila mala je da ne bude kod kuće. Ona ne voli čokoladu, ali ponekad voli njen miris. Miloš je moj hiperaktivni brat, peva u hardkor bendu i ima duge noge. Voli kruške jer su lepog oblika.

Kina

Matea Jocić

Čim sam spustila kofer u Kini, odlučila sam da je dobra ideja otići se prošetati po Beijing-u bez karte i mobitela.
Par sati kasnije i na rubu plača morala sam moliti već trećeg taksistu koji me je odbio odvesti do hostela da mi se smiluje. Tu se negdje skriva lekcija.
Strašan je osjećaj biti sam u tako velikom gradu u kojem nitko ne govori engleski.
Ne pomaže ni to što svi bulje u mene samo zato što sam bijelac. To je, čini se, jako velika stvar za kineze.
Jako velika stvar za sve ljude je neverbalna komunikacija. Krasna stvar.
To je najvažnije iskustvo iz Kine, zato se bilo čudno vratiti u ZG i govoriti teti u dućanu što želim, a ne samo pokazivati.

Postcards from Bukovac

Milica Amidžić

This essay is about Bukovac, the village I was born in, and about my feelings towards it at the moment. Since I was a child, the thing that made Bukovac special is its location in between hills. This has given me the feeling of comfort, without depriving me of the possibility of simply wandering off.

The hills, sleighing and cycling, frozen fingers and skinned knees – these are some of the things that come to my mind when I think of home.

Nowadays I only go there once in a while, which makes me feel like being on a field trip. It’s still home, but I don’t live there anymore. So these photographs are a testimony, a personal postcard to remind me why I love this place. 

Amore del Tropico

Katja Kremenić

There were no fish in the sky just catching sparks from all these falling stars.

Dreams

Nina Živković

when the moonlight seeps in through the blinds
my sighs tell me I'm alone
pack up all the daydreams
only to drag them out once again
in my favorite one there is an ocean sky and salty lips
lightning and the sound of waves
you once said that you remembered
why it is so hard to stay away
so don't. well don't
do all these dreams only mean a thing to me?
just close your eyes and meet me there
oh meet me there

I See A Darkness

Matt Lutton

"As soon as you appeared on this roof you made yourself ridiculous. It was your tone of voice. You spoke your words as though you denied the very existence of the shadows or of evil. Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadow? Shadows are thrown by people and things. There's the shadow of my sword, for instance. But shadows are also cast by trees and living things. Do you want to strip the whole globe by removing every tree and every creature to satisfy your fantasy of a bare world? You're stupid."
Mikhail Bulgakov, "The Master and Margarita", 1967

Lekker

Andrija Kovač

It used to be used only for food, as in tasty. But now in slang it also means sexy or hot. Often used to describe something enjoyable.

Still Skies

Milica Balubdžić

As we nowadays think of how nice it was when the streets were empty, one day we will say how nice it was when the sky was clear.

Alter Life

Irma Puškarević

The anticipation has ended.
The game has begun.
The movement is inevitable.
The harmony has been established.
The beings are surreal.

He Likes That Place Too

Marija Radosavljević

If I want to stop the time there is one special place for me, and one special person to go with. It's quiet there, it's calm, it's nice. He likes that place too, he understands me.

Ma Vision de Panam

Mrdak Luburić

Crazy people, friends, girls, toys, canal de St. Martin, architecture, all those metro stations, forbidden places, names, velib, trucks, stories, tunnels and the feeling that I have when I arrive on Gare de Lyon.
All these things give me inspiration to take some pics and they are the reasons because I still like to go in Paris.

Ma Vision de Panam is small collection of photos that I took in May and July of 2010.

Go back to bed, America

Jovan Todorović

Ovaj esej je kolekcija impresija koje mene vezuju za izvesnu melanholiju, usamljenost i nostalgiju prema svakom trenutku provedenom u S.A.D.