drawing | 9/11

belgian artist jean-michel folon's work i could never appreciate to its full impact. colours too soft, meaning incomprehensible (to me), subjects too dreamy or either too pronounced. in short, just not my cup of tea. 

therefore i am appalled that, upon closing my eyes and trying to imagine anything about 9/11, i see spirits flying through the air, human birds raising against a darkened sky. i witness this, in folon style. thus i feel i should give credit to the man, for popping generously to mind, and offering me a vision, which for a non religious girl like myself, is nothing short of a premiere. 

all while remembering 9/11, and not just 9/11. all while remembering people dying too fast, too soon; for being in the wrong place at the worst of times; for being human. 

jasmin is holding us together this weekend. ♥

new l·i·f·e

in springtime a. was serving coffee and cake in prince's garden, do you remember at all? i referred to her tummy, which wasn't prominent, for a five-months-pregnant lady. 

just a few weeks ago, we had lunch by the canal in ghent, talking mum's business. a. had added the necessary pounds, did she ever. look at the love for the bump! 

and now, a few days ago i got the news. j. is born! welcome to this world, jérôme.

corner view ≈ indispensable

these are some of my handy indispensables i dip into on a daily basis, in no particular order.

crochet hook, did i ever know the hook was gonna make me so overly happy? but it really, really has. it has also become crucial.

fountain pen, picked it up in a shop, it could have been on sale. didn't cost me an arm and a leg, and pink at that! it being a waterman pen, it has lived with me for years now, still growing strong and pretty indispensable.

morning coffee, what can i say but spilling the beans : too right, downright fundamental daily fix.

blogging, ladies & gentlemen! i could never have guessed this was going to take flight as it has. thanks to all of you, wonderful readers, you are making my day {and my every day} capital!

last but not least, these are totally essential... i'd be blind as a bat without my glasses (ànd lenses) at hand, or rather, on my eyes ...

all the indispensability that tania can muster, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

antwerp, be | revisited

i couldn't really deprive you of these... come walk with me.

vintage finds | when in antwerp, be

bleach and dye house de geest
antwerp

it's happened to me before. i stroll and lounge 

begijnhof / beguinage
antwerp

(and dip away from raindrops), and all that i can find is of the non portable kind. which is why i would love salvage grounds or brocante warehouses. which is why i do refrain from visiting them. 

exquisite old tiled floor in shop
antwerp

my ♥ would tear apart, i fear. but then there are times when you know you will come closeby anyway, and you endure. 

fallen, wooden angel
antwerp

the beauty. the history. and the non portable aspect. 

lady and flowers in shop window
antwerp

these honeys were unattainable because the shop was closed, 

design bureau, antwerp

so all i could do was snap and admire. 

little port in old dockyard
building to the left = museum mas
antwerp

last but not least, when a miniature replica will be made of this museum, i'm gonna get me one. a replica, that is. which will not be vintage at all, not in my time, i realize. flea market finds.