OM IS OM bowling and sound festival

Yesterday we went bowling…we are the 70 eager bowlers (to coin the term) who have ventured out to Jette for an evening of gigs and games organised by KRAAK.  We should do this more often as an exercise of the international team spirit - people came from all over Belgium and beyond! And can you believe I got through into the finals? Now I really wonder how the Cut The Cute(yes, the first thing that came out when I’ve been asked the player nick-name) impostor got along… what I pity to leave before the final game, I got one British guy to play in the name of this blog and all things silly. I hope he did well.

i never read

by the way, if anyone can get their hands on this poster and send it to me...yeah, someone's dreaming again!

 

i would really like to take some pictures of my apartment and have them published on some interior design blog. not that my interior is extraordinary, but the rooms are bright and inviting, so why not share.
and while i'm getting carried away dreaming, here are the pictures of my new drawing and the creative mess of the home office.

i collect all sorts of images. hobby or obsession? either way, it's all on various sources.

i definitely wood

A.P.C

wood wood

monki

topshop

wood wood

                                                                                                                   

                                                                                timex via UO

batcave

I’ve never seen myself this way – natural, spontaneous. Many thanks to Camille and Julie for dropping by my den and showing me the things I never knew were there.

On bxlfashionstyle.blogspot.com you can read a very long interview with me and see other pictures too – merry clicking!

all photography by Julie Calbert

the volga route

The greying skies of the golden autumn, some wanderers like we are, the traffic is sparse. This new motorway…no it’s not a tiny road between two villages, it’s E22 route between Moscow and Ivanovo. You just don’t expect to see anything else than a tank station…and just for those who believe to drive on the ordinary route, there’s the magnificent village of Ozherelki!

The dull landscape turns into a drive-through Dreamland megastore – every house on that route has a huge stand littered with all kinds of extra-large stuffed toys. They are almost the size of a human – neon colours and cheap synthetic fur galore! You get astonished on seeing the first stand, but then there’s another one and another one and another one…

Умом Россию не понять,
Аршином общим не измерить. 

У ней особенная стать, 

В Россию можно только верить!

(Russia cannot be understood, cannot be measured, she’s of a rare kind, one can believe in her)

Fyodor I. Tyutchev