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31.8.17

Faded Summer


Summer is like a dream that slips through my fingers. Here's a dreamscape from Rossnowlagh, Ireland.







27.8.17

Time Out Sunday


Sometimes weekend mornings turn out like this. Camera, tripod, confetti, balloons, bubble gum pink dress from Monki. Several cups of coffee and some pancakes. No schedule, no obligations.










23.8.17

De Haan


When someone says summer seaside resort then I would probably think a couple (or a dozen) of other places than Belgium. Though of course Belgium is there by the sea. With its heavy gray skies and long sandy beaches. And surprisingly enough (for me) fairy tale like buildings and flashy cars. People taking their summer seriously. And what else would they do in mid-July. Despite the heavy clouds there we had to face some slight sunburn moments later at night. On foot, by tram and train, for some hours only. Taking over the Belgian coast. Here's chapter one.


















20.8.17

Time Out Sunday


Celebrating imperfection! Believing in serendipity! Some Sundays I am like that, totally. Like on this fine Sunday in July in Brussels. I had recently bought Erik Kessels' book "Failed It!" (I struggle resisting cool looking books, I am easy like that - I just bring them home). And then on that aforementioned fine Sunday in Brussels I walked into Botanique (one of my fave places, just because) and yes, there it was - an exhibition called "Fabulous Failures" curated by the very same Mr. Kessels! Happy chance! Let's dance! (This makes no sense, but I like the rhyming.) Less perfection and more fabulous failures sounds like the way to live or at least it seems more feasible and interesting than clinging to perfection (that doesn't exist in the first place). Appropriately enough here's a blurry photo from the exhibition (jigsaw puzzles by Kent Rogowski).


And after the exhibition I sat on the stairs of Botanique eating smelly cheese and drinking coke. Sundays belong to walks and discovering places. (I try to remind myself that when it's winter and all I wanna do is eat smelly cheese without leaving the comforts of my sofa.)




17.8.17

Han


So here I am listening to sad songs by pretty boys. And no, this isn't a post about Han Solo. (Sorrynotsorry?!) This is a post about "Han" - a sculpture by Elmgreen & Dragset in Helsingor, Denmark. If I could I would have a copy of it in my front yard (side note: I would need a front yard first; in case you got all those fancy ideas as Christmas are just around the corner).


There, by the sea in Helsingor watching over Hamlet's castle, reflecting all of its surroundings. And not a tourist in sight! (Well, there was one tired fool with a camera or two. ;)) I would probably go see it on daily basis if I lived in the same town.


I was just that impressed. So impressed that I didn't even feel the need to get a close glimpse of the Little Mermaid in Copenhagen (a distant view from a tour boat was just about enough).


So if you go visit Hamlet's home, go say hi to "Han" (or then don't and I can have him all to myself :)).