Loccmama fucks cliches.

On life, environment, reality and humanity

I don’t know whether it is for better or for worse.
Yet sometimes the free fall after torment puts me in ecstasy.
It’s the love-hate dilemma between me and myself.
Fatigue is the only tangible form of strength and life.
After all without usefulness I exist for nothing.

And guess what, Love Psychedelico took me through it.
Morning birds sing me lullabies.


The road is a long one.
Cool down the pace and it won’t kill. Well, we will be killed anyhow.
It’s a funny deja vu to really look at your hand and feel alive.
I don’t even know which world I actually exist in.

Sometimes you really think too much.

WE Curate: Polaroids by Mikki the Chimp

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On the divine auction table of Sotheby's are these photographs taken by an exceptional artist called Mikki a chimpanzee using Polaroid, analogue and antique large-format camera - thanks to her mentor, Russian born American conceptual artists Vitaly Komar and Alexander Melamid. The set of 18 photos are part of the 'Changing Focus - A Collection of Russian and Eastern European Contemporary Photography'

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Being put to the auction table might seem it's marketable, but I think it's very touching.

WE Chronicle: honest by Heaven Tanudiredja jewellery

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The ethical force in fashion is unstoppable. In an industry that unites countless brilliant minds  - it would be a surprise if the vision honest by.  Belgium Bruno Pieters is not shared by more. And now at least Heaven Tanudiredja

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I love this.

The new promo of JUPYEAH


crafted by Intoxic Studio for Jupyeah
curated by Pete


Can’t really go to bed without squeezing the last second to finish more work, and one more and more. Tranquility has the world surrounded. Breeze is tangible. Always be good, be well – only then you can make your life something. The bright-turns-dark-turns-bright today kept me behind the window wondering. Why there are certain voices that are always so irresistible. Since teenage time I always love The Last Tango in Paris.

The world is a serious one. I see no room for stupidity.
Thank God.

We walk on the grass, the wind is warm
No need to say what’s in our hearts
we both know it’s never going to last

I wanna escape, I wanna fight
instead I just put on a smile
Cuz there’s no way I can get out

Falling down, to a different world somehow
Falling down, can’t someone help me out
I’m gonna wait until your gone
I’m gonna stay inside my world
let’s pretend nothings wrong, hold me now.

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Fell ill on Earth Day.

Crave sleep, silence, hot chocolate, blanket and Coco. Hate food, emails, phone calls, wrong dials, and the stupid rain. Wish the streets could shut up. TV glared less. The necessity of food disappeared. The urge to do better every single day vanished.

So that I could just sleep with Coco’s hair as lullaby.

It doesn’t hurt if the world stops spinning for one day.


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只係知道一般洗衣液含大量我唔知係乜的化學品,
而那些化學品不僅包裹皮膚,更加釋放到空氣當中。
只係知道從來那些有香味的洗衣液、柔順劑都從來不是天然香味,是郁香毒氣。
只係知道一舨洗衣液的化學物質對香港海洋構成嚴重污染。
唔知道哪個是最好的方法,但我只係知道,昨日的方法不可留。


我想我只可以責怪天氣,煩躁得要死。
然而是日不宜提及此字,免添人傷悲。
錯落之際人居然跌倒了,失措擦損臂。
及後腦內暴動如潮荒亂,走肉拖千里。
人只是等如兩舊香口膠,靈魂如吹氣。
儘管力量但畢竟脆弱極,根本是悲微。

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