Kocham Cie, Mami.
So my mother took my detox week seriously and I found these delicious vitamins and antioxidants on the kitchen table.
“Happy Valentine’s sweetie – it’s for that weird oat and quinoa porridge of yours!”
I love her.
Author: Caroline Bach
<3
Found this apple sitting on a lonely shelf in the grocery store. Too bad I’m allergic to it otherwise I would have eaten it today simply for the sake of cheesyness. Now, the irony in that.. haha
Instead of roses and chocolate, I have a Skype date today. Completely unrelated to the date, but very, very exciting. ;)
Happy Valentine’s Day, my darlings!
Suddenly I’m hit.
Two years after releasing his fantastic self titled debut LP, James Blake has finally announced April 8th as the release date for his upcoming album, Overgrown. The first single, Retrogade, unveiled just a couple of days ago, has today been officially released – along with a stunning video that I haven’t managed to get my mind around yet. You guys try figuring it out and let me know what’s going on..
I can’t wait to listen to the entire album and I’m very much looking forward to an opportunity to hear this genius self-sampling, multitasking, instrument-mixing voice magician live once again. I barely knew him back when I saw him live in 2011, I had just spent an entire afternoon indulging in the sounds of the James Blake LP hanging by myself in a hammock at a friends house on the same day that we were going to the concert.
Then we went to church, and one could say that I was “enlightened”.
James Blake live at the Annedal Church, Gothenburg, Sweden. 2011.
More photos from that day.
Monday: Camels, rabbits and Savasana.
This morning I woke up early and signed up for a challenge to my discipline, mind and body. As my whole existence was pouring out through my pores while I was stretching into the camel, rabbit and a couple of Indian gods, the 40 degrees in the room weren’t bothering me at all. On the contrary, I was loving it.
Bikram Yoga in Malmö, 10 days of intense sweating, stretching and detox. I’m giving my hopes that the Savasana breaks will help me survive this, and I might give you a full report of this fantastically relaxing hippie torture if I do.
Find yourself in Wroclaw..
Some glimpses from my four days in Wroclaw, Poland.
Dobranoc.
Beats from Poland
Just stumbled upon this new tune by the Polish beatmaker Kixnare. Released last week under U Know Me Records, the video is a story as seen from the perspective of a young Polish girl who is tired of her ordinary job and dreams of a modelling career. Directed by the photographer and videographer Miron Chomacki who usually focuses on nude art, it is not a surprise that most of the video is tip-toeing on the verge to soft porn, with peepshow styled shots, fingers on lips and glimpses of nipples. Dominated by red colour, probably referring to the name of the upcoming album, the video is slightly monotone but very nicely filmed and beautiful. Due to all the cuts and teasers, however, it very soon becomes quite distracting if one wants to judge whether the sound actually is good.
Let me tell you now that it is. Filled with the illusion of falling drops, cautiously flat drumbeats, pretty bass and some synth sounds bridging the whole thing, the tune is backed up by a great, very well linked and super catchy sample from the oldschool R&B song Beauty Queen by Next.
“Like you was a super model, had your little Gucci dough.”
All in all, I’m definitely loving it, lingerie included.
Just don’t forget to boost it up to HD before listening, for the sake of the details in both sound and video.
Kixnare – Gucci Dough
U Know Me Records, forthcoming on CD, Vinyl and Digital
Published February 4th 2012
Naturally monochromatic
Sturup, Sweden. February 2013. Colours not modified.
I’m back in the magnificent country where healthcare, social security and gender equality are things one can take for granted and enjoy in tranquility. Colours, however, are as rare here as the luxury of being woken up by rays of natural sunlight. Details that practically might have much less impact on one’s well being than those formerly mentioned, but still, the fact that I would get all of my belongings reimbursed in case my house would burn down or that doctor’s appointment in a couple of days that I won’t be paying anything for can’t possibly add up to the feeling of euphoria that five minutes of smiling at the sun gives me.
It’s not at all about not being thankful for what I have here, it’s more of a longing for those swirling colours on the skirt of a Bolivian lady, the perfectly organized chaos in an intersection in India, the sunrise dancing of the young Mozambicans, or just a little bit of edge.
Macchu Picchu, Peru. April 2008. Colours not modified.
Soup
Good night, Wroclaw.
Can I have my bag, please?
“Okay, this is your stop – bye!”
“But excuse me, I need my bag.. it’s in there.”
“Where?”
“Right there – please get it out.”
“In there?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Lady come, come with me, come with me, come with me.”
“Wait, I want to get my bag first..”
India 2010, or is it needless to say? Wonderfully unpredictabe country. An engine, who would have thought?
Die Fledermaus
Went with my mother to see the 1874 operetta Die Fledermaus (The Bat) by Johann Strauss at The Wroclaw Opera yesterday evening. A light and entertaining story with beautiful costumes and great acts of dancing and singing, but I couldn’t help being a bit bothered by the sung German.. it’s just never really romantic.
All photos are mine, the one’s below are borrowed from The Wroclaw Opera website.
