anahit_lou my very 1st popup card practice, and a rainy shiny weekend like this ♡ @ work hard, play hard... When I was making this you were on my mind my beautiful friend @ruminpar 3d

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anahit_lou everything is illusion, illusion is everything @revolvercoffee with under cover @oakandfort outfit and it is all about Tokyo @driftmag 6d

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anahit_lou My latest triangle design series △▲The choice, the mirror, the hardness. △▲ "Time, first of all is no longer the same." This mind of mine, is the whole I own. For the very first of all these past times the heart sat in the very back of all. The stage owns me, I own the stage. The certain act of liquidation is no longer carry the same material and not even the same meaning. The object of now is mind, mind exists more pure than ever. Mind is the heart of design, design is the heart of inner investigation.
We all have different ways to express ourselves, my way is to create more, is to practice to become a problem solver for a close future, this is the newest obsession.

The programmatic issues of Design can't stay in the same skin, the design's disciplines can't take the air in their lung within the same shape. They need to breathe, not only because they grow but more than this and that because they only can survive this way, to change it all.
Limiting your choices at this phase seems like a clever choice, there is always one better way but still the most important part is to survive. △▲ Design and word by: anahit loū
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anahit_lou Design is not a job, it is an obsession △▲ brand styling and art directing by #anahitlou #anahitloudesign 1mon

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anahit_lou space curator △▼ 1mon

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anahit_lou "Let's creat something beautiful today. Spicy, free and a bit baile" the jalapeño whispered, then the tequila accept. #jalapeñomargarita 2mon

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anahit_lou Once Upon A Moan

There is a moment when language resigns, when purpose fails, when act burns. In a great regret he sighs, my foolish ego cries and then that moment when I engaged to the idea that the bitterness of my language frustrated the other. “...Language is never innocent.” Roland Barthes remarks.

The other sits in an echoless pain, I wish he were, or maybe the other doesn’t care, this fact breakdown my mind. In and out of love noting is black and white. Once the lover is gone, all the efforts become quite useless because language has never been innocent. Once the lover is gone, all the cliché questions starts to grow. The act of judgment has already begun. Have you ever been too keen to yourself before?
The act of self-incrimination was already there before you attempt to do, before you take even a half step forward, the act of judgment has never been that strong.

Brain has nothing to do with the gesture of amour; brain has a lot to do with the gesture of amour. △▲words: anahit loū

Once upon a moan, 1st May 2015
2mon

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anahit_lou 2,390 people, one harbour; a resting volcano and seven seasons island and 4500 miles of love ♡ #seeyousoonbeautiful 2mon

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2mon anahit_lou
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anahit_lou Apricot liquor is an obsession 2mon

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anahit_lou Who does not exist, what does not disturb, whom does not involve. In this section I will look into love object as a temporal hallucination. What is unreal in love? What is hardly copacetic or excellent in love? The amour object is real but the amour's paraphernalia (belonging) is unreal. The love is real but the chronology of love is unreal. The lover’s portrait from here to there changes in haste. Then If love is a reaction to restrictions or if the love is a sudden response to any kind of limitations, or if the love object is a sweet hallucination in an echoless conception...
I leave you some space for imagination; I don’t leave you some space for self-incrimination. I will leave you something that gives you a temp to play with volume and invisible lines, which is so rare in modernized shapes of love. △▲words: anahit loū
2mon

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3mon anahit_lou
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anahit_lou Entrepreneurs Issue ( play the hard part) ♡ 3mon

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anahit_lou Through blood alley square #gastown 4mon

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anahit_lou Thank you for beautiful gift my Rachel.

My dear sleepless in kerrisdale, my bambino, my angle face, my @rachelchungg
The day that I happened to you five years ago; I told my self this little Seoul babe and I will make tons of good memories together. I knew, the second I met you that there is something in you that will bring the better side of me out. My broken English by that time and your kindness, your patient. Thank you for reading and editing my notes and thank you for many other things. Thank you for all good memories!!! From JNBY to Choklit park, in every corner, from The Marquis to Union bar; to Gastown; to your favorite place Guu otokomae,and yes in every nook and crannies we left a part, a good part of Our friendship. You my little sister, please take a good Care of yourself. Your being is a passion for truth, wishing you a life as soft as silk, as tart as wine and wishing you a future as white as summer clouds.

every waiting practices have to come to this scenography. We will miss you so much little miss bambino ♡
4mon

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anahit_lou You Are Absent “Amorous absence function in a single direction, expressed by the one who stays, never by the one who leaves.” You left but I stayed. I chose to stay but not to love or I chose to love but not to stay. I am in love; you are the object; you are the reason and the cause but you are absent. You chose the today’s image, the present situation. This is the condition of your departure and the bitter truth of your evaluation. I blame you and I make you responsible for anything and everything.
The absolute portion of your existence started to disappear. And this fact scares me more than anything and everything. We are not dying from loving each other but I am dying from desolation. Your image is about to leave, your pure existence is under doubt, and your image appears rapidly as a dangling modifier. Your status in my mind won’t stay?! The same?! Mister Marvelous you are the object, you are the reason, the cause but you are absent, you choose to leave; you choose many other things over me, over us.You choose the image of your today; You are absent. △▲words: anahit loū
#Unrelatedinspiration
4mon

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anahit_lou Dealing with a newest form of temporal hallucination.△▼ #cameralucida 4mon

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anahit_lou This honourable woman @ainakwmt and her beautiful caligraphy spring series 2015. Thank you for using my quote. In praise of slowness and live with less.♡ #lessismore #moreisless 4mon

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anahit_lou But also from the fusion... waiting for a beautiful friend @anitzzza to share this vanilla berry something.☜♡ 4mon

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