London, my Love

17523034_285335808562571_832689199404757514_nI think we need to spread love as much as we can. And today I’m very much in love with LONDON. A couple of weeks ago, I introduced the city to my cousin & her husband, & was very disappointed they felt indifferent about my lover. For days I thought, that I might be deluded, that all this love affair isn’t real & it’s all in my head. But today, today London spoke to me in the sweetest language ever known. We took a slow walk along the south side of the river, we listened to St Paul’s Cathedral bells watching boats ploughing through the water. Then he took me for a long walk through resting Borough Market, across London Bridge, I asked him to wait whiles I took a photo of majestic Tower Bridge. He said I act like a tourist.

We walked through oh so busy Liverpool Street and said hello the new office, I will soon start a new position and continued to the Old Spitalfields Market, down the Brick Lane, where a dude that looked like Jimi Hendrix played Hey Joe.

I took a short video of a man dressed half pirate, half old lady in a blond wig, he rode something that looked like skate, then stopped to chat to a salesman and said: I dress, so people see me, otherwise they act like I’m invisible. He has a point, – said London. You are home for all freaks, – I teased him. Including you, – he noted.

We floated down Columbian Road like Ophelia in the sea of people surrounded by flowers and were brought back to life by a cup of flat white. The queue was long but we enjoyed standing there listening to a girl playing Kate Bush Running Up That Hill.

And when we walked down the Broadway Market — a cup of coffee in one hand and flowers in the other — watching people sitting outside having brunch, thinking this day can not get any better. A Spanish born artist caught us by the hand and dragged into his pop up project space. What is this? – I asked. He said: We want to capture the face of London. I don’t look my best, – I said, – but I got flowers. Let’s do this!

And he sat us into this 1970s photo booth and we took a selfie. Here it is, I’m not sure if you can see him, but London is right behind me.

Book digger

Oxfam Bookshop right in the front of Hampstead Undeground station, on 45 Heath St is worth an individual post. Usually, I leave a charity shop with one or two book(s) and a magazine or vinyl (on a good day), but this Sunday will go down in history as the best Sunday for a Book Digger like me.
I had to leave behind the A Clockwork Orange a dystopian novel by Anthony Burgess, Marcel Proust’s In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower, biographies of Steve Jobs and Mick Jagger and finally The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene. I will definitely come back and if you are around in Hampstead Heath do pay a visit. 

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Postcard Karma

What goes around comes around in a form of postcard. Dedicated for those who send and receive love.

Brick Lane treasures

Fishing for some visual inspiration I found my-self at The Whitechapel Gallery. Today was the last day of Mary Heilmann’s Looking at Pictures. Apart from Little Mondrian (1985) by Matisse from Private Collection, nothing caught my attention for longer than few minutes. But then again, abstraction was never my thing, unless in writing. Continue reading Brick Lane treasures

Happiness Means Being Close to the One You Love

The other day, over the lunch, Fantastic Man asked me maybe I would be better back home? I stopped for a moment in search for words.

  • Are you trying to get rid of me? – I double checked.
  • No, I‘m not, but it looks like it‘s not working for you…

Maybe it wasn’t perfect lately, maybe I got caught in my little routine and snoozed a bit too long in oh so comfortable comfort zone, but how dares he assume, that London and my-self stopped working? Continue reading Happiness Means Being Close to the One You Love

Ragnar Kjartansso: The Visitors

A couple of days ago, a talented young violist and a good friend of mine, Abraham Brody shared his experiences at Brewer Street Car Park. He told me I would like it. So next day, I grabbed a companion and we ran to see the heart-warming installation by Ragnar Kjartansson. We did run as it was late Sunday afternoon and we were almost sure we’ll miss it. Continue reading Ragnar Kjartansso: The Visitors