Where's Wally?

And nothing but the foggiest day / Clouds in your eyes

When you got crippled by that car...

when we was martyred monthly and scarred by the way that we are
we nearly broke your mothers heart
stay close and pray she never knows
how we both fell apart





so you got crippled by that car
no longer martyred monthly though scarred by the way that we are
sweetheart those sickest insane thoughts
take those drones by the stones and we'll be stars
just the way that we are

Peter Sutherland

Things I miss about London

~ Speaking English
~ The Best Gigs In The World
~ Record stores
~ Double Decker buses
~ Upset The Rhythm
~ Fopp
~ The Lexington
~ East London
~ Oxfam bookshops
~ Pubs
~ Cool people and weird people and friends
~ Instore gigs
~ The Hummingbird Bakery
~ White Heat
~ The Foundry (even though it's shut down now)
~ Excessive drinking
~ Cheap cinema
~ The Photographers Gallery
~ Salt & Vinegar Crisps
~ BBC Radio 6
~ Berwick Street
~ Nightbuses
~ Rough Trade Pop Quiz on mondays
~ C.A.M.P. Basement
~ Loud & Quiet Magazine
~ Vintage Rokit
~ Hampstead Heath
~ Primrose Hill
~ Parks in general
~ Living on my own
~ the Saatchi Gallery
~ Seeing city foxes at night
~ Camden
~ Cadbury Double Decker
~ Urban Outfitters
~ Access to BBC iplayer and Channel 4 youtube channel
~ the Lock Tavern
~ Tate Modern
~ Cafe 1001 and its burgers
~ London Underground (esp watching people get stuck between the doors)
~ Portobello Market / Notting Hill
~ Giant beers
~ Free admission to galleries/museums
~ Chocolate Cake at Starbucks
~ ICA
~ Cafe OTO
~ The National Portrait Gallery

He made me a tape of Joy Division / He told me there was part of him missing / When I was sixteen / He jumped off a building...

Atleast I've come to terms with my own mortality.

Back in Holland

After 10 months of living England, in both Oxford and London, my year had to come to an end. As the end of my stay was getting nearer, I was really dreading going back to the Netherlands, because I knew I would have to go back to a more 'real' and, from my perspective, inferior life... Yet my homecoming was rather nice; my parents decorated the living room with balloons with 'Welcome Home' on it, and my father had installed the record player I always wanted to have in my room, which was a great suprise. Straight after I came home I went to Rotterdam to enjoy a free music festival and had a great day with my friends here, as if it were old times :)


I left England on sundaymorning, after only having slept 3 hours due to attending Barden's Boudoir's Closing Party and having to get up round 5 on sunday.
I was really worried about the possiblity of my suitcase being to heavy (I didn't have ANY money left at all, not even in my account, so I couldn't have paid for the overweight) and it made me feel very anxious, so I couldn't have been a happier person when at the airport I found out it weighed 19.7 kilos (my allowance being 20 kilos).

So far, I'm finding the transition of being back in Holland quite difficult: I'm thinking in English, but have to speak in Dutch and often can't really think of words or fail to speak fluently. To say the least: I am lost in translation. Additionally, I often have this feeling when I hear people talking around me like 'hey there are more Dutch people around', only then to realize I am actually IN the Netherlands, so everyone WOULD speak Dutch. Traffic also immensly confuses me, leaving me thinking 'Hmm what side of the road does that bus stop..' and now I just have to look to both sides when I cross the street, so as to not get hit by a car (or cyclist for that matter).
I also seem to notice different Dutch accents and strange words more than I used to, and I suddenly find that everyone speaks annoyingly.

*maybe to be continued.

Hipsters do the funniest things.

Wolfgang Tillmans

Two days ago I went to the Wolgang Tillmans (German photographer/visual artist) exposition at the Serpentine Gallery. I thought the exposition was rather random, it didn't really consist of a series of photos, more of several works from several series, and not only photography... The non-photography mainly featured installions involving coloured squares. Some of the photography work was great, other stuff I didn't really get (as with most contemporary art). Nonetheless, I think Tillmans is a great photographer and here's some of his photos: