




Tüm fotoğrafları Üsküdar ve civarında çektim. En üstteki fotoğraf “Tercüme Eden” sergisi için basılan derlemede Sevim Burak’ın Sedef Kakmalı Ev hikayesinin görseli olarak kullanıldı. Sergi 8 Temmuz’a kadar Salt Galata’da.





Tüm fotoğrafları Üsküdar ve civarında çektim. En üstteki fotoğraf “Tercüme Eden” sergisi için basılan derlemede Sevim Burak’ın Sedef Kakmalı Ev hikayesinin görseli olarak kullanıldı. Sergi 8 Temmuz’a kadar Salt Galata’da.















Hazır albümü de çıkmışken (şuradan hem dinleyip hem satın alabilirsiniz: http://www.ttnetmuzik.com.tr/ss/263599/3122702?v10) (albümün süper grafik tasarımını yapan da Okay Karadayılar bu arada), evrene birkaç Cem Özel fotosu daha salmak istiyorum:






Bir deeeee (hehehe):

[I've received a few complaints lately on how I don't write anything in English anymore. So here's some information. (The complaints were not more than three but let's not play the numbers game.) (It always feels so unnatural and hilarious using idioms like this. When have I even heard anyone say "let's not play the numbers game"? Some bad American show probably. Please imagine the homework I handed in when I was first learning English, guys. A pen-brave moronic little sponge like me surrounded by the song lyrics of 1996. I was unstoppable. Yes, I did use "psychosomatic" in one of those essays. Yes, it was the indisputable lyrical genius of Prodigy that introduced me to the word. Yes, I only meant "crazy".) (In addition to the pouring complaints, I was also surprised by the recent view by country section on wordpress stats. Singapore? Iceland?? Wow. I love tourists... sometimes. Just kidding, tourism is a chimneyless industry and I respect all of you - unless your ride here was an awful keyword.) So. This Turkish singer/songwriter just dropped a very cool album and I had the pleasure of shooting his album cover and such. My favorite on the album has to be this eerily sexy song called 'Yasakmis Bu Buna' which can be roughly translated as 'so this is forbidden to me'. I could easily compare the sensation I get from the song to having sudden, ermm, "impure" thoughts in your grandparents' home or in religion class or something. Out-of-nowhere and completely irrepressible. (Did you even have religion class? Also, am I digressing uncontrollably?) Either I'm a bit weird or this guy really tapped into something there. (Or both, of course.) (Aaaaand another parenthesis. For no reason.) Close bracket.]