Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

To build a home....


Jeu de Balle, a true gem of Brussels, makes me feel like I am living in a magical, (Tim Burton meets Michel Gondry) dream-like, cabinet of curiosities for the last 7 years. It has enabled me to build my nest away from home and is now threatened to be turned into an underground parking lot. 

Les Marolles is undoubtedly one of the most charming neighbourhoods of Brussels, and at the very heart of it you find Jeu de Balle, where an antique flea market takes place EVERY MORNING!  Around the square you can find one of the best tattoo parlours in Europe, La Boucherie Moderne, my local, the Chaff, which is ideal for apres flea market lunch, apero Toto every Monday and unexpectedly great gigs and dj sets, Pin Pon, a wine bar-restaurant that is housed in an old fire station (the bread is amazing and do try the fillet tartar) as well as several typical Belgian bars such as Le Marseillais

It's scary to think that modern urban planning has made such a disastrous change fathomable in order to accommodate the ever-increasing number of cars in a city where pretty much everything is walking distance.  Whilst trying to figure out how I can do my part to prevent this madness I also started thinking about one of my recurrent themes, how to build a home...


 "There are times when I enjoy the weightlessness of traveling and wish to own nothing and afternoons when I want to claim every farmhouse I drive by as my own, especially those with porches and dormers, those spaces so elegantly negotiating inside and out, as though building itself could direct and support an ideal life, the life we dream of when we look at houses...

Admiring houses from the outside is often about imagining entering them, living in them, having a calmer, more harmonious, deeper life. Buildings become theaters and fortresses for private life and inward thought, and buying and decorating is so much easier than living or thinking according to those ideals. Thus the dream of a house can be the eternally postponed preliminary step to taking up the lives we wish we were living. Houses are cluttered with wishes, the invisible furniture on which we keep bruising our shins."



The Cinematic Orchestra - To build a home




































 


















Sunday, August 24, 2014

The dog days are over

Or in this case they have just began. End-of-summertime-saddness has taken hold yet I thought I would share some of the things that caught my eye, occupied my mind and sweetened the return to city life.

Belgium is renowned (and rightly so) for contemporary dance and this week I went to see a dance performance choreographed by our very own Jan Martens called "The Dog Days Are Over" which had a very strong effect on me and made me feel rather uncomfortable to be honest. For about an hour you witness a group of dancers, of all shapes and sizes, wearing kitsch revealing gym clothes reaching their physical limits through the repetitive act of jumping. An exhausting gym routine for your viewing pleasure with barely any music or interaction amongst the dancers, who at times you feel are looking you in the eye with agony. A study on the nature of entertainment and its voyeuristic element and a critique on society and the pains we go through, running like hamsters on treadmills in order to attract the looks of others. Not the most graceful or enjoyable piece but very strong and thought provoking. It's on tour at the moment so I definitely recommend catching it if it's on at a city near you. 

PS: The lighting is perfection. 

The starting point for the work is a quote by American photographer Philippe Halsman who said back in 1958: 


“When you ask a person to jump, his attention is mostly directed toward the act of jumping and the mask falls so that the real person appears.”

"Contemporary Dance is Striptease for the Upper Class"

Jan Martens 



THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER - teaser trailer from Jan Martens on Vimeo.


Happiness hit her like a train on the track....





On another note I can't stop thinking about the hunting photos of Francesca Woodman. A photographer who took black and white, often blurry long exposure photos in the late 70s and though her carreer was short (she committed suicide at the age of 22) the eerie beauty of her photos is much celebrated today.
Enjoy a selection of my favorites.






























































































































































Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Will suffer for fashion or how I fell in love with TOILETPAPER

A SURREAL TAKE ON THE NEW SEASON  or the coolest fashion shoot I have seen in a long long time and a soundtrack to go with it!




For New York's Spring Fashion issue, the masterminds behind TOILET PAPER MAGAZINE, conceptualist sculptor Maurizio Cattelan and photographer Pierpaolo Ferrari teamed up to shoot standout men's and women's runway collections in a most delightfully absurdist manner.




























































































































  









 










ALL THE PRETTY HORSES 

















KAPUTT, an installation by Maurizio Cattelan




















Elena-Ghiaurov photo by PierPaolo-Ferrari

TOILET PAPER 
Cause I am totally in love with it! 































Scream for ice-cream 




Photo taken by yours truly in Greecelnd at New Hotel


















































































And guess what the Toilet Paper team is also behind the rad new KENZO campaign




















































Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Summertime in Greeceland


Enjoy some photos of what summer looks like in paradise (Greeceland) with some tunes and quotes to go along. Hope you are all busy being lazy sunbathers on an island not so far away..


The only sign worth following all summer long.

Quintessential Greek Summer: FIGS

SEAHORSE

Look what I found in the middle of nowhere on a Greek island: A Rubik's cube transformer!

On the road

Greek Summer 

Boat Rides and Life Jackets 

A home with a view. Meet me between the music and the castle 

 Glitter in the Gutter in the sand dunes.

Sand Dune Love

Dry salt lake 

Greek Delight 

Absolute Summertime Essentials

 
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air 

 Sunset snack 

Dinner 

Scary sponge thingy 

Anchors Away

 Fisherman Blues

Summertime Essentials #2

Essentials #3

And given the beating my beautiful country has been receiving recently I must admit it was rather refreshing to read some praise from the master himself Mr Henry Miller in "The Colossus of Maroussi" (a definite must read for all you wandering romantic souls.) Miller spent 5 months in Greeceland just before the onset of the the second World War in the company of our hommes des letters such as Seferis, Katsimbalis and Ghikas. He speaks of the time just before we started getting it all wrong by buying into the American Dream. Enjoy...

"That conversation taught me immediately that the Greeks are an enthusiastic, curious-minded, passionate people. Passion-it was something I had long missed in France. Not only passion, but contradictoriness, confusion, chaos-all these sterling human qualities I rediscovered and cherished again in the person of my new-found friend. And generosity. I had almost thought it had perished from the earth."

Funny that Miller takes note of the glass of water that is automatically served the moment you sit down at any restaurant or bar throughout Greece. A lover from the North that visited my country several times was also rather taken by the way water is our constant companion throughout the day.

"The glass of water...everywhere I saw the glass of water. It became obsessional. I began to think of water as a new thing, a new vital element of life. Earth, air, fire, water. Right now water had become the cardinal element. Seeing lovers sitting there in the dark drinking water, sitting there in peace and quiet and talking in low tones, gave me a wonderful feeling about the Greek character. The dust, the heat, the poverty, the bareness, the containedness  of the people, and the water everywhere in little tumblers standing between the quiet, peaceful couples, gave me the feeling that there was something holy about the place, something nourishing and sustaining."
 
"There are so many ways of walking about and the best, in my opinion, is the Greek way, because it is aimless, anarchic, thoroughly and discordantly human."

"I liked the way they begged too. They weren't shamefaced about it. They would hold you up openly and ask for money or cigarettes as if they were entitled to it. It's a good sign when people beg that way: it means that they know how to give. The French, for example, know neither how to give nor how to ask for favors-either way they feel uneasy. They make a virtue of not molesting you. It's the wall again. A Greek has no walls around him: he gives and takes without stint."

"...the city of Athens. It is still in the throes of birth: it is awkward, confused, clumsy, unsure of itself; it has all the diseases of childhood and some of the melancholy and desolation of adolescence. But is has chosen a magnificent site in which to rear itself; in the sunlight it gleams like a jewel; at night it sparkles with a million twinkling lights which seem to be switching on and off with lightning-like speed. It is a city of startling atmospheric effects: it has not dug itself into the earth-it floats in a constantly changing light, beats with a chromatic rhythm." 

And to close a part from the introduction by none other than Mr Will Self:

"...if you believe in the brand of sympathetic literary magic that Henry Miller purveys, perhaps you will take his existential leap, go there yourself- and feel it anew. That's what he would have wanted. True avant-garde still had torsion. Delphi. The rest is noise."      

And since this post is all about summer enjoy an alternative version of  The summer hit that I am sure you have all danced to until the morning light it may lack some of the funky rhythm of Daft Punk and Pharrell but it is a personal favorite




And my favorite tune from the latest funktastic Daft Punk album

And one last one cause summer is tropical

One last one cause I want to see you HIGH