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19.11.17

Time Out Sunday


Three things.


Robert Doisneau exhibition at Musee d'Ixelles in Brussels is extremely awesome! People who created this exhibition have earned some serious brownie points from me. So, if you're in town and have an hour to spare it's well worth it. Even the exhibition catalogue is a treat at a reasonable price. I sure am glad it's my birthday month and I can "justify" purchases like that. (:


It's Black Nights Film Festival time in Tallinn and the first five films I've seen have been all okay or more than okay. It's always such a gamble choosing between hundreds of films.


I have learned about a new custom in town. I hardly ever happen to be at the mainstream cinema during weekend (nights). However, this weekend I have spend many hours there and learned that nowadays men take their shoes off at a cinema. Two men, different screenings and one of them announced to his date that he always takes shoes off at the cinema. And then he flaunted his socks proudly. I'm still rather baffled. And I mean - these were not even Happy Socks!


And to end with a song that got stuck in my head this week.


12.11.17

Time Out Sunday


Winter is coming.
8.11.17

Bo-bo-botanical


I'm clinging to memories of colourful autumn. This was also the first time I went to see a Frida Kahlo exhibition and bought tacos from a food truck. All that in New York in November 2015. The Botanical Garden is such a neat getaway. (I just used the word 'neat'. Neat.)








5.11.17

Time Out Sunday


The month of souls is here. Time for more fairy lights, cosy corners for reading books and watching Netflix. Some gloomy, yet cool walks in the park... and sharing some Día de Muertos moments from autumn 2015 in New York Botnical Garden. Taking time out. Totally.











29.10.17

Time Out Sunday


Number One Fan!* I am! Literally. I was the number one person in line for Future Islands gig on Friday 27th in Tallinn. Thankfully my friends were second and third. For a better half of my life I have been a fan girl. You know, the kind of person who travels overseas to see her favourite bands to play, meets up with other similar creatures she has befriended online (hello forums and dial-up! #soyear2000), spends hours in lines to be in front row and has some signed records and maybe a handful a photos with her favourite artists (but just a small handful, because asking strangers for photos is awkward). And you know it's just like that. Experiencing music in real life performed by real people (and machines, too, sometimes) becomes addictive. I used to have short phase where I almost believed that I am too old for this (gasp!). Bygones.

So one of my favourite bands came to my town (that's rare) and I didn't have to travel anywhere. But there were others around me who had traveled to Tallinn for  the gig and it cheered me up to see the future generations of music lovers crossing the borders and the love of music uniting us all (ah yes, I totally meant to sound corny here).  

That's me this Sunday showing off my Future Islands sweatshirt (and having a signed setlist and a guitar pick on my bookshelf). From the front row with love. Number One Fan.**


* Yes, this is a reference to this timeless hit by Dima Bilan. ;D
** I don't really believe there are number one fans or number ten thousand fans or whatnot. It's just that Dima Bilan song. If you've heard it once... then.
26.10.17

Disney Sand Magic


Last July I saw the most impressive sand sculptures of my life in Oostende, Belgium. Sand and sea - the best! 















24.10.17

Roadside Belgium


I have a thing for taking photos on the go (somehow not planning and not being precise; it gives the sense of freedom) weather it's breathtaking landscapes (Switzerland) or other stuff (USA). There's a coast tram in Belgium that runs from French border to Dutch border. We took a ride half way - from Oostende to Knokke Heist. Warm, but cloudy day by the sea (which you cannot see). I can't help but notice the irony (not unique to Belgium) - we destroy our own coastal areas and then travel to less traveled lands for "authentic" experience. Or perhaps it's just my dislike for massive hotels often built in the 1970s or later.