June 27, 2012

[ 3D Photographs ]

It's about 2 months that I'm interested in 3D Photography, but I really do not understand how some people turn old pictures to 3D- Gifs.
How the hell does it work?
I thought you need at least 2 pictures from different views and put them together and it turns 3D.
But how does it work with old pictures??
For example:

June 15, 2012

[ EIN BLICK IRAN ]



EIN BLICK IRAN - SAY SERVUS AND SALAM

Two cultures meet - and why not Catholic Bavaria and the country Iran? And in a church in Munich?


We say "yes" to transcending borders and are adding a personal perspective to the image of Iran propagated by the media. Hidden from view by every regime are the real people, the people who live in a country.



The project "Ein Blick Iran" is an invitation to experience, feel and think - about peace as well. With projections, pictures, music and more.



[ It's about... ]


June 12, 2012

Vote for The Greatest Video Game Music - IGN

Vote for The Greatest Video Game Music - IGN

[ If You Forget Me ]



I want you to know
one thing. 
You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 
Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 
If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 
If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 
But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 

Pablo Neruda