photographic memory
sacré Champagne
There is a saying that goes: start your day with a smile and finish with champagne, but I say: start your day with champagne and it is sure you will finish your day with a smile :)
to spank the sparkle of Paris
Unedited history of Paris.
I like to bring people to the north of Paris. I like to add this component to their romantic image of the capital of culture, fashion and gastronomy. The multicolored billboards, all type of glittering wedding clothes, African beauty salons, roasted corns wrapped in folio, local markets full of nothing and everything, police patrols, kebab and crepes behind one counter. For me, from a town of Panevezys, it is the whole new universe that opens up. It spins, it smells, it shouts, it sings, it whistles, it scares, it attracts and it gets me lost. And when I look around I have a feeling we all here are sort of lost, sort of alone, sort of unknown. There lies certain beauty in it. Beauty of unity in chaos, beauty of being that no one with everyone.
I like to bring people to the north of Paris. I like to add this component to their romantic image of the capital of culture, fashion and gastronomy. The multicolored billboards, all type of glittering wedding clothes, African beauty salons, roasted corns wrapped in folio, local markets full of nothing and everything, police patrols, kebab and crepes behind one counter. For me, from a town of Panevezys, it is the whole new universe that opens up. It spins, it smells, it shouts, it sings, it whistles, it scares, it attracts and it gets me lost. And when I look around I have a feeling we all here are sort of lost, sort of alone, sort of unknown. There lies certain beauty in it. Beauty of unity in chaos, beauty of being that no one with everyone.
No surprise that after hours spent outside walking in Paris you find yourself blankly staring at the white wall to digest all these 5000 faces that your mind encountered today.
Stay in peace, Paris.
Paryžiuje jau vėlyvas ruduo. Kavinių terasos tuštėja, visi spiečiames vidun ir paskandinę smakrus šalikuose siurbčiojam kavą. Aš ir dar keturi tokie pat, po vieną. Tada dar yra tie po du, ties kažkur susilietę, į kuriuos man vis nejauku žiūrėti. O daugiausia vietos užima tie, kur po tris ar penkis. Garsiai juokiasi, gestikuliuoja ir būtinai ant jų stalo stovi cukrus, kurio tau reikia, ir būtinai jie iš pirmo karto neišgirs, ko į juos kreipiesi, ir po sekundės subes smalsias akis į tave, o tau, vienui vienam čia, ir dar ne vietiniam, būtinai susivels tas prancūziškas žodis. Bet tiek to, jau ruduo, kitą kartą ateisiu su kažkuo.
when he still spoke to us, and we still spoke to God
"i miss the days before every land had been mapped; when you could go explore, and know the world was still untapped.
i miss the days before men couldn’t outwit God; when he still spoke to us, and we still spoke to God."
— John Lucas
i miss the days before men couldn’t outwit God; when he still spoke to us, and we still spoke to God."
— John Lucas
when home is no home
This year has been the most nomad year in my life.
In April I moved to live in Paris and ever since I have moved in to and out of Parisian flats for 7 times. The 8th is there to come in a month.
Every normal person would go crazy with such a dynamics of life. It is true that madness in this state is tempting, but there is another side to that too. Humans as we are, we are the most adaptive species of all. So first of all I adapt. Second of all I like the action of moving. It kicks you out of bed and makes you go and challenge yourself. Third of all I like to invade new spaces and become a part of it. Every new place has it's own angles, corners, shells that are being filled with my little belongings. Every new place is a new riddle starting where do I find a cup, how the oven works and where is the closest metro, bank, post office, shop, bar. It keeps your eyes open and brain stirring.
Perhaps I have already lost that "normal" feeling of home, because I feel home everywhere I come from the first to the last day when I pack and unpack my red luggage. And yes, half of me is going crazy for not having "normal" home, but at the same time another half is calm to have found the another concept of home which is not defined by walls, coffee cups or location. The concept of home that comes from inside you, that you radiate to place.
10ieme
Levallois
11ieme
5ieme
18ieme
19ieme
20ieme
In April I moved to live in Paris and ever since I have moved in to and out of Parisian flats for 7 times. The 8th is there to come in a month.
Every normal person would go crazy with such a dynamics of life. It is true that madness in this state is tempting, but there is another side to that too. Humans as we are, we are the most adaptive species of all. So first of all I adapt. Second of all I like the action of moving. It kicks you out of bed and makes you go and challenge yourself. Third of all I like to invade new spaces and become a part of it. Every new place has it's own angles, corners, shells that are being filled with my little belongings. Every new place is a new riddle starting where do I find a cup, how the oven works and where is the closest metro, bank, post office, shop, bar. It keeps your eyes open and brain stirring.
Perhaps I have already lost that "normal" feeling of home, because I feel home everywhere I come from the first to the last day when I pack and unpack my red luggage. And yes, half of me is going crazy for not having "normal" home, but at the same time another half is calm to have found the another concept of home which is not defined by walls, coffee cups or location. The concept of home that comes from inside you, that you radiate to place.
10ieme
Levallois
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