killing moon

forgive me, i have (only just now) discovered nouvelle vague. i figure, for all this time, i must have been asleep. nostalgia revisited & reworked. oh. bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. i’m high. but if you do crave for the original sin, then don't hesitate to push your luck down here below.

charleston revisited

[statue in the garden]

they were high summer days, such as the ones we're living right now, when bell and i stayed in sussex, uk. in london we’d fallen prey to a thunder storm that flooded paddington tube station and the corridor in our hotel, just short of our own door. it was a dramatic build up indeed, towards visiting both virgina woolf’s and vanessa bell’s former dwellings in the southdowns.

in order to reach charleston farmhouse, bell and i had to accustom to the heat. we got lost a few times in the bends and twists of the swirling firle countryside, after mounting a ridiculously hot double deck. we got ourselves ludicrously chased by a macho men filled sloppy land rover, before finally reaching the farmhouse, via an unsignificant road sign dangling from a concrete post. it urged us to the left, past a few dilapidated barns, into the farmhouse grounds. Trust us for wanting to make a bit of an entrance.

what a bunch of!

firstly, foremostly. i am enchanted by everyone’s reactions to the snail’s pace aspect on the blanket project, that has kicked me with as much surprise as a bunny in the sky would. and that enthusiasm has got me going, you have gotta believe it. i spoke of an average of three squares a night? I’ve now upped my rhythm to a good six a night, which changes everything. loose counting reduces the wait on the end result by half, which is the best remedy against the dust and rubble that temporarily surrounds me in the new, old house. i am thinking up umpteen ways to creatively and tempatively display the progress, from week to week, from fortnight to fortnight, depending. today i felt like playing about a bit with balance.

time at sea

26/07/10 - ambling along the water line and wading through salty puddles, desperately seeking (and finding) conic snail shells of the tiniest sort, laughing at the silly sea gulls’ sand parade and wondering at their grace on the up-current, nipping hibiscus and mint iced tea and chilled white wine in breezy side walk cafés.

talking and whispering with sis-in-law, people watching, forgetting and remembering home, falling silent before breaking out in laughter. trying to fall asleep through the perpetual ring-a-ling of the passing trolley underneath the windows of the summer apartment, enjoying a lazy breakfast on paper thin toasted bread, three kinds of hummus and strong black coffee (what a combo!)…

… is how a two day break at the belgian seaside proofs to feel like a full blown holiday. back at my desk in brussels come the morrow, knocking down the partition ceiling of the new, old house come tomorrow night. it’s a hell of a mixed holiday season down here…. but what a wale of a time we are having. (walk the walk with us here) ♥

gimme, gimme...

... gimme a light after midnight (abba version). in the past, when i found a light number like this a-one, it either didn’t work, wavered or creaked when flexed. or it was way too small. creme (pixar!) beauty as shown here crept up on me, as i was inspecting an ersatz vintage blender. the blender looked pretty, but would not do. then, all of a sudden the humongous table reading lamp next to it rose to the occasion. i saw her, grabbed her and checked out, quick as a wink! she shines, does she ever. and what’s really enjoyable, she stretches and plies effortlessly, smoothly and silently. a true star.

scrutinized by the said light, sits this old’n’tattered light weight serving tray, which i fell in love with for its graphic design. they talk, sometimes, inanimate objects. sophie’s treasure-house here.