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In October 2015 I moved to Liverpool.
Since January 2016 I have started using film to take pictures. This is Liverpool as I see it.
The black and white pictures are all shot with Kodak Tri-X 400TX 35mm
and the colour pictures with AgfaPhoto Vista Plus 200 35mm.
Since January 2016 I have started using film to take pictures. Here is the result.
The black and white pictures are all shot with Kodak Tri-X 400TX 35mm
and the colour pictures with AgfaPhoto Vista Plus 200 35mm.
In short, I feel generally better about life, knowing that Greece exists.
It is true. I love Berlin and its bins too. Somehow, I find them representative of the city, being dirty, witty, rude, … cool, creative, diverse and yes, definitely living up to the quote by the infamous Berlin ex-mayor “poor but sexy”.
Thank you Berlin for a lot a lot a lot a lot of things, which I cannot put on a picture. But the bins I could, so I did.
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PS: it goes without saying that pics of Berlin’s orange bins are always much appreciated on my email: antangelova@abv.bg. Will make sure they do not land in the spam. 🙂
For a better understanding of Berlin boroughs and neighbourhoods I put a handy map taken from: http://berlinmap360.com/
For a while, I have been thinking to write a little blog post about my little white boy Misho with some of his best shots collected throughout the years.
Why?
Because he is a personality: a little creature and a big character. Up until his twelfth birthday, Misho would never drink water. He just didn’t fancy it. You do not get any more hipster than that.
And also because Misho is a funny cat.
I’ve always thought that I can learn a great deal from him: to say no – firm and loudly, to never stress out too much about stuff, to spend more time just chilling under the sun, to eat only what I fancy, to stretch more, to sleep more and to generally enjoy life much more in every possible way.
I am still learning.
I have about 3 zillions photos of Misho collected so far but stay relaxed as here I will upload only just a very few of them, the ones that I found most “representative”. Hope they would bring a bit of coziness and a smile in your day.
… more to come … 🙂
In the following gallery I have attempted to collect some little details from the last few months. Sometimes it is indeed in the little things.
MyFest at Kreuzberg. When the signs speak for themselves.
Teamwork
WG-gesucht
Es lebe Bratwurst
I love Sofia with all its spontaneity, illogical winter sun and everyday surrealism. Today somewhere at the end of December Santa Claus brought back spingtime for a while.
This week I have started a job at a bookstore. It has been a dream of mine for some time. The place is only until Christmas but nevertheless I appreciate it very much and I am happy to be surrounded by books and by people who feel a connection to books.
A month ago, I have sent out 65 speculative applications to 65 bookstores in Berlin and I have opened up a spreadsheet to document the whole application process. Just for the experiment’s sake and for the laughs.
I have received 20 negative replies (most of them friendly, two especially nice and only one rather rude) and two “maybe”s. The rest 40 bookstores never even replied.
I have told the story to a friend of mine and wise as he always is, he told me to see it the other way round. He said: “65 is an impressive number. Imagine that number in apples!” That lovely comparison alone made me feel better. Then he went: “Besides, now is only your ego suffering.” He was right.
So I let it go. Inside I knew I have done everything I can. I have done my job.
Time passed and last week out of the blue, I was invited to a job interview. This Monday I have signed the contract and on Tuesday was my first day.
I feel good in the bookstore as I knew I would. I feel in place. I do believe it does make a difference if you take people’s money selling them shoes, smart phones, clothes or if you sell them books. They not only buy a book. They buy a story. They buy time. Or at least I like to see it that way.
Today a 12 year old girl came to ask me if we have Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. She asked it in a serious manner, pronouncing the author’s name very carefully. I thought that this is one of the most wonderful things: to be at the age where you still haven’t read “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”.
That story was one of those little-big gifts hidden in the day. For that and for the outcome of my experiment I am grateful.
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When I wrote the previous bookstore post I have received the most generous and sincere support from so many people. I could feel all that positive energy coming to me even from a distance. For your energy, support and help I thank you, dear friends.
The last years the list of the contemporary music artists who I really want to see live gets shorter and shorter for different reasons: age, taste, time.. Nevertheless, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds always remained in my personal must-see top 3. Thanks to a dear friend of mine, this dream became true. A couple of days ago, I went to a Nick Cave gig for the very first time.
There are some moments from that evening, which I wouldn’t like to forget so I will try to capture them in words.
It’s Nick Cave’s long dark silhouette, silk suit and golden shirt. It’s his obligatory strange and exciting dancing and pointing with the finger (watch a video from a live performance of “Red Right Hand” and you’ll get the picture).
It’s Warren Ellis. It’s Warren Ellis and his eccentric music genius, his violin, and the stillness and power of his stage presence. It’s Warren Ellis and his beard and hair (!).
It’s the piano performance of “In Your Arms”. I don’t dare question the existence of love after that. I honestly don’t.
It’s the songs from the new album “Push the Sky Away”. It’s “Jubilee Street” and “We Real Cool”. It’s their deepness and comfort. It’s that line: “Who wrote you a book you never read? Yeah you know. “
It’s the old songs. It’s their madness and strength. It’s them murder ballads.
It’s “From Her to Eternity”. It’s the song that sings the city I live in. It’s the song that tells the story about a girl. And about angels.
It’s the honesty and the light of that concert and I dare say of every other Nick Cave concert. You know it when you see the expression of his face when he performs. It’s painfully serious. As if he is pouring his heart out. And so do you in return.
It’s that concert of my favourite Prince of Darkness and that night in Paris I wouldn’t like to forget. Never was the darkness so bright.
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With many thanks to my dear friend Plamena Karaliyska who made that night and memories possible for me.
