Heading for a spin


I’ve come to realize…

how much I miss taking photographs. And when I though about it I quite miss blogging from this account too. Should get back both on track.


Hellhole Ratrace

I work to eat and drink and sleep just to live,
feels like I’m never getting back what I give
I’ve got a sad song in my sweet heart
and all I really ever need is some love and attention

I don’t want to cry my whole life through,
I want to do some laughing too
So come on, come on, come on, come on, laugh with me
and I don’t want to die without shaking up a leg or two,
yeah, I want to do some dancing too
So come on, come on, come on, come on, dance with me

Anyone who can’t relate to Girls’ lyrics hasn’t start living yet. It was nice to see a Girls’ show yesterday even though it wasn’t as great as in October. Intimate songs shouldn’t be placed on a big stage.


My recharger has been found back. Thanks to my mum otherwise it would have taken me another month to find it back. Tomorrow (which is actually today) I’m off to Ghent and I will annoy everyone by shoving my camera into everyone’s face again. It’s been too long. Hopefully we’ll still have snow tomorrow. Sadly no Paris trip, but there should be a one day trip to Lille this Thursday. Not as spectacular, but I’ll has to do.

I recently went to the Kringloop Winkel (thrift store) and I bought some old records. I had my eye on one of them for a while. Not because of the music (Barbara Streisand – enough said) but because of the words written on the sleeve. I might start a series of notes I find on this blog too. Similar to this indeed.

I’m also going to buy myself an image scanner for my birthday. I’ve got my eye set on a Canon LIDE 200, if someone has any experience with it or a better recommendation: I’m all ears.

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So that’s what they call it

Today I received what must be the weirdest proposition so far.

I wanted to have a long-lie in but I had to go shopping. Yes, ‘had to’. Sometimes I have to do it to remind myself to which gender I belong. After the chores I met up with Rob to go see the house in Antwerp where we will organize cultural and social activities soon. Can’t wait to start hosting art exhibitions. The minute I get my key I’ll take some pictures in the house because it’s an architectural gem.

When I was walking back I passed a couple walking hand in hand, enjoying the autumn sun. Nothing out of the ordinary, until I heard somebody running after me. It was the woman. I expected her to give me back something I might have lost, but instead she stopped me to ask whether I liked to travel. And before I knew it, they asked me to join them on their sailing trip.

Sailing you say.

I thought these things only happened in Sex & the City episodes. Samantha would have said yes, but you won’t see my newly bought bras lying on the deck.

I don’t have a clue

I just don’t know what to do with myself
Don’t know just what to do with myself

I just don’t know what to do with my time
I’m so lonesome for you it’s a crime
Going to the movie only makes me sad
Parties make me feel as bad

I just don’t know what to do with myself
I just don’t know what to do with myself

– Dusty Springfield

I honestly don’t know. So tomorrow I’m going to party as if we never met.

Roll away your stone

I haven’t put up many pictures lately because I can’t store anything on my computer anymore, I lost my USB stick and my external hard disk is a piece of unreliable shit.

A couple of days ago it sunk in that I might have been photographing for almost a year now. When I sat down to think about it I happily corrected myself that’s only been 6 months. I could take another breath of air. I have been looking at the works of too many brilliant photographers lately and it made me wonder why my pictures look like that in my head but are never that brilliant in real life. Fair enough, I couldn’t photoshop to save my life and all the courses are so packed that I couldn’t attend one even if I shot the first two rows. But surely that can’t be it? It seems like they’re hiding some secrets from me. But I’ve got another six months to steal those secrets and pretend that I’m talented.

It also doesn’t help that I can count the people that are willing to pose for the camera on one hand. And even then I’m wary not to push it too far. I need to get to know more people who are more openly vain. Anyone?