The pervert's guide to ideology Partie Quatre/British people in their natural habitat

"My psychoanalytic friends are telling me that typically today patients who come to the analysts to resolve their problems feel guilty not because of excessive pleasures, not because they indulge in pleasures which go against their sense of duty or morality or whatsoever, on the contrary; they feel guilty for not enjoying enough, for not being able to enjoy."

"Mis amigos psicoanalíticos me dicen que lo típico hoy en día es que los pacientes vengan a los analistas para resolver sus problemas no porque se sienten culpables por sus excesos de placer, no porque sucumben demasiado a placeres que van en contra de su sentido del deber o de la moral o todo eso, sino lo contrario; se sienten culpables por no disfrutar lo suficiente, por no ser capaces de disfrutar."

Text by Slavoj Žižek from The Pervert's Guide to Ideology (2012).

All pictures taken on 13th January 2017 somewhere between London and Bexley, England, United Kingdom. Special thanks to Luce, Elspeth, Brad and extra special thanks to Becky for having the most challenging English accent ever.

3 minutes/Víctor knows it all/Ode to Sam Pt. 3

I'll always remember the day I met Sam. It was actually by night in Beijing, but probably noon on our side of the world. I didn't take pictures of her when it happened, which I regret; if there's one moment in my recent past that I would have liked to keep captured, that's the first few words I exchanged with Sam.

I invited her to come and stay with me in Barcelona 3 minutes into our introductory conversation, if my memory serves me right. When you feel it, you feel it, they say. Intuition would beat science any day, and Sam would beat you all any day, as well.

All pictures taken between 4th and 5th September 2016 around downtown Barcelona, Spain. Special thanks to Víctor, and extra special thanks to Sam Jam because she's still the most amazing human being on the Milky Way although she doesn't know yet, and we'll be friends minimum until our 80s and we have telepathy. 

The Ballad of Goodman John/Ode to Sam Pt. 2

On a normal day or so it seemed

John went to work, on a day that beamed. 

He opened the shop and emptied the bins 

But saw some men, looking in. 

Oh John, you have to look them in the eye, 

But that cold sharp steel, 

It doesn’t lie. 

Cautiously approaching, he asked them why, 

In shear suspicion, they’re passing by. 

Grudgingly, they went away 

And didn’t return again all day. 

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Or are you just a fool, 

Who doesn’t understand? 

Goodman John. 

Oh John, you have to look them in the eye, 

But that cold sharp steel, 

Doesn’t lie.

At nine o’clock, dark figures appeared, 

They ganged up with weapons, attacked and jeered. 

By half past nine, all till cash gone 

And so was the air 

From the lungs of John, 

From the lungs of John, 

From the lungs of John.

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Or are you just a fool, 

Who doesn’t understand? 

Goodman John. 

Oh John, you had to look them in the eye 

And that cold sharp steel,

It didn’t lie.

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Goodman John, Goodman John, are you a hero of a man? 

Or are you just a fool, 

Who doesn’t understand? 

Goodman John. 

Goodman John. 

Goodman John. 

All pictures taken on 15th January 2017 somewhere around Bexley, Kent, England, United Kingdom. Special thanks to the great Derek Preston and extra special thanks to Sam Jam because, on top of all her well-known awesomeness, she's also a genius lyric-writer, and her birthday should be celebrated as one of the greatest landmarks and feats of humanity.