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hypothermia

I think we decide to feel the moment. Or we deny the moment. Sometimes that is good sometimes that is bad. But all things happening around us are usually a projection of many ignored/not ignored moments. And then we wake up and we're like: OMG, how did this happen? That is exactly what is happening across the pond. That being said... This whole week was an endless spiral of this. I am very impressed with all the ladies that went out and marched. I also really hope they have a plan how to proceed. This is what I have to say. I mean, what Mr. Steinbeck had to say. 

Père Lachaise cemetery on Friday. State of my body and mind: hypothermia. 
It was a very cold week here in Paris. You know when you wake up and see wonderful sunny day, and you open the window and feel like the inside of your mouth is turning to ice. That is how I felt the first day of this cold wave. Everything is so much easier when the sun is included. It's fantastic. You just need to layer it up. Like I had a thin wool sweater, thick sweatshirt and a fur coat. It was o-k. Almost a bit chilly.   

Frozen. 
I make amazing green juice - every day for over 4 weeks now! It's easy when you have a juicer, obviously - and all the ingredients of green juices are easy to clean (unlike carrots and beetroots). So I mix:

- one lemon
- half apple (on the second half you put lemon juice and store it the fridge - when an apple is lemon juiced (?! - meaning covered with lemon juice) it doesn't get brown)
- parsley (a handful)
- a few "flowers" of broccoli
- kale (max 2 leaves)
- ginger (try peeling it with a spoon - yes spoon. You're welcome)
- celery branches (one or two)

This is usually enough for 0.3l of juice. I usually consume it while I'm waiting for my lunch to be ready - so on an empty stomach. It goes straight to the blood and my body thinks it's a soup. Ok, I make a lot of soups as well..but that's a different story. 

What are the changes I feel? Well, I feel healthy. I don't know if it's a placebo but it works anyhow and my body seems happy. Try it if you have a juicer! Amazing! 


tastier than it looks. 
If you wanna invite me out for a dinner - it's pretty easy. I love everything. Except maybe Mexican food. To much bell pepper everywhere. Chipotle can be a solution in that case. BUT if you wanna impress me let's do Indian or Chinese. I know - sexy. But I just love it! Steph had her birthday and we went to KOKO restaurant. I just think we need to start producing rakija in those one cups. Sake is not my kind of a drink...but hey - they were many things to celebrate and when in Japanese restaurant... I also really loved this blue on the packaging! Piercing!


I will end this with him. Cause he's half good half man. When you're a bit stuck with your plans...he'll help you! I promise! 

Sofie from Seattle (goes to Paris)




Sofie from Seattle bought my heart straight away. Mellow tunes, guitars, strange instruments, beautiful voices. I melted, I listened carefully to find all the thin layers of emotions in their words, my eyes were wet, I smiled and I closed my eyes. That's what music does to you. It makes you feel something, just like a particular perfume that brings subtle memories.




First time I listened to this song I heard seagulls. I heard the river. I heard some voices in the background. This song sounded to me like beautiful late summer day and like new expectations. 








This EP cover is the first of our collaborations. This fall some more will happen. I am happy to plunge into Sofie from Seattle's music, this time on a level of a participant. 


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conor


The picture's far too big to look at, kid
Your eyes won't open wide enough
And you're constantly surrounded 
By the swirling stream of what is and what was
Well, we've all made our predictions 
But the truth still isn't out
But if you want to see the future
Go and stare into a cloud
And keep trying to find your way 
Out through that maze of memories
It all sort of looks familiar 
Until you get up close, then it's different clearly
But each time you turn a corner
You're right back where you were 
And your only hope is that forgetting 
Might make a door appear 
Is it your fear of being buried 
That makes you so afraid to speak? 
An avalanche of opinions 
Like the one that fell that I'm now underneath 
It was my voice that moved the first rock 
And I would do it all again
I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet
But I like singing 
So I'll be holding my note and stomping 
And strumming and feeling so very lucky
And there is nothing I know except a lifetime's one moment
And wishing will just leave you empty 
So you can try to live in darkness 
But you will never shake the light 
No, it will greet you every morning
Make you more aware with its absence at night 
When you're wrapped up in your blankets, baby
That comfortable cocoon 
But I've seen the day of your awakening, boy
And it's coming soon
So go ahead and lose yourself in liquor
And you can praise the clouded mind 
But it isn't what you're thinking, no
It's the course of history, your position in line 
You're just a piece of the puzzle
So I think you'd better find your place


texture of winter


ducks came cause they thought we will feed them. sorry donald, not today... and I took my mobile out -boom- first photo, second photo, third photo. and this is the only one that looks ok from far away... I like water. In general. 

le tour de france




la chance


view from one window...

homelands.




avantgarde beginnings...

fresh new...

so long.


dark.light



mental note

"Now that I can finally understand you, I'm less impressed with what you have to say." Speaking of which...and with what persona grata do...

I finally caught a beautiful view from the place in which we are having lunch each day. Have to hike those mountain's. It a nice chilly day today. Sun is shining, thou. Perfect for trench coat!

And for Monday listening I really suggest you to call upon the author to explain!
Make peace with yourself today, week will be long!

Trains. Apart.





I took Z. to the airport. It is some 40km away. We needed to hit the road 4h before "those 2h of plane waiting."
I was going back alone with Amanda Palmer on. Imagine that.