If I were to cast a location for a New Year's Eve movie then Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, Denmark would be high on my list. Even on a rainy summer evening (me in shorts and wet shoes, not in some glamorous NYE party outfit as would be appropriate for my imaginary movie) it had all the magical vibes. With those magical vibes I wave goodbye to 2017! We will never meet again (unless someone messes with the calendar), but memories stay. (Insert kisses and sparklers here.)
Time to scroll up and down, left and right. Time to shake up the memories of 2017 and pick some of the most memorable ones. Memorable memories. Most memorable memories. Categorised and in alphabetical order.
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Francis Picabia: Our Heads Are Round So Our Thoughts Can Change Direction (MoMA, New York, USA)
Visiting all those cool cities and towns that I shared in my Travelogue 2017
Did I forget anything? Absolutely. Any fun facts? It so happened that I totally fell in love with Francis Picabia couple of days before Devendra Banhart gig at Webster Hall. And while queuing there I was all extra-excited 'cos some 100 years before me Francis had hanged out at the very same venue. (:
Update: This year I visited two exhibitions dedicated on the life and work of film directors (Hitchcock in Madrid and Kubrick in Copenhagen) and while I am no movie buff then I must say they were some of the most interesting exhibitions I saw. I could become a movie buff. Maybe. I like how it sounds.
Here's a round up of cities, towns and villages I visited outside Estonia in 2017. In some I spent couple of hours, in some weeks, some I visited more than once and some for the very first time ever. However, no matter how short the visit or limited free time there was always a moment or two for some photos. You know for those days in very distant future when I've got bunny slippers and Alzheimer's and I am in some fancy sunny retirement home. Because as an avid photography lover I always say (no, I don't) that if there's no photo, it didn't happen. Here's to year 2017 that showed me new places and new faces! As Bruno Mars would put it: hashtag blessed. (ahem...Christmas cookies, anyone?!)
I have lit a ton of fairy lights and thrown some silver serpentine across the living room and wrapped some presents. So it's high time to wish everyone happy holidays and log off (or then log on, because maybe it's time for a video call or an occasional e-card or a holiday favourite to watch). I hope to return with some best of 2017 lists before 2018 dashes through the door. Until then:
How come the past is so attractive. You know, not a specific event that took place in one's life many moons ago, but an overall notion of past as such. I started watching "Mindhunter" this weekend and I just adore the pure 1970s vibe there (mind you, I have no real life experience of the 1970s, so my feelings are based on fiction to begin with). I love that there are some real paper Xmas cards on my windowsill and that there are some of us out there keeping the snail mail and paper industry afloat. And I just ordered a pile of books that I won't receive before next year (gasp!). I could have downloaded them instantly. I own a Kindle and all. I am somehow convinced that dark winters add the the love of nostalgia, times gone by and whatnot.
So instead of taking new photos I have been fiddling with files from summer 2007. Night time in Moscow, Russia. Up there are the Patriarch Ponds. Rest assured we also met Behemoth some days earlier in the neighbourhood when shopping for lemonade and honey cake. Creating our own nostalgia filled memories that quietly merge with fiction.
You know what - year 2007 was in a different decade! Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.
