So it seems we have returned to civilization. Internet connections, chemicals, the whole nine yards. So i promised i will write more often but time has not really been on my side. My apologies for that. In other, better news, we have, again changed headquarters to the place where cheese and Charles Dickens come from, Rochester. Lovely little town on the banks of the Medway river, with a big castle and a sunken submarine in the marina. Not much has been going on these days, save for the fact that i got the new Hasselblad H1D, and have been shooting roll after roll of film. Note to self, post some pictures as well. It's been fun, for those who wanted to know how i've been.
I am presently in discussions with Rochester Council to try and get funding and exhibition space for my "Silent Witness" project, which will escalate into an full - blown photo exhibition on a social theme, due in 8 weeks. Fun and all. G'day people.
Saturday, 6 September 2008
It's a tradition by now in our family. Every time one of us leaves for a longer period of time, they have to cook. So it would seem it came to be my day. I call it the last supper just to take the piss out of religion. No connection whatsoever. Well maybe the background and the long hair. Sea food day. Worcestershire sauce. Pickled bamboo. Cocktail sauce. And family. It's the kind of thing that really makes you feel like you belong, just before you leave. A goodbye party in a manner, but only us. No tragedy, nobody's pushing daisies yet so fuck off. We watch a movie together and feel like home.
Tomorrow we'll be moving to a great new house with a big backyard and funny shaped bath tub. The view is better, the people are more civilized but hey it ain't exactly home. Some of the people here can't really be replaced, no matter the money, the cars or the girls. There's a yucky mushy way they get under your skin and can't get rid of them. Like that little puppy in the rain that you reaaly want to kick in the head, but end up with it home, explaining to the girlfriend why you have a fleabag roaming, pissing and shitting all over the place. And how the hell d'you get past security with a dog in student accommodation?
I suppose i'll be missing Lucky 13, Jo (am recalculat si nu esti singura. pff), Rammy, Huck, cab drivers, our lorries, trams and tube, people sleeping on the corner in funny positions, late nights with beer, Motoare, Cori, Ecs, Shtevia, Baricade, Off roading, the Land Rover, walking in the middle of the night on the river bank. that's about it. And Romanian cheese. Yeah, cheese. You fuck ups haven't got good cheese.
As the next post will be from another island, some good lyrics:
"So now it's over let the spot light fade
I hear the music slowly fade away
And now I find it hard to say good-bye
So I'll just say good night my friends"
Goodbye everybody,and to you my friends... goodnight
Friday, 5 September 2008
Last days home. Fuck it. Last day will start in a matter of minutes really. Summer's gone, like all good things. Although being a winter person has it's advantages, summers feels more like home. At least this one did for sure.
Met all of you lovely lads and ladies, spent time sharing stupid stories and all that, over a beer or whisky (in a bar where you can fucking smoke) and noticed one thing: Everyone, without exception tries to hold on to moments. Hold on to the summer, hold on to your love, hold on to your job.
Why bother? if you can't hold on to it, and you're not the only one who can't, maybe you'll manage to spark some electricity in that neuron of yours and figure out that probably, just probably, they weren't meant to be held on to. Hold on to a great party? Well the drunk sensation won't last and you sure as hell don't want to hold on to that for too long if you want to live to be in your fourties, but you know, the morning after everybody'll be taking the piss out of the night or some poor bastard who got really really rat-assed and ended up sleeping with his head in the toilet or worse. All you get is memories mate, and pictures if you're lucky. Well that and a few scars or bruises if you don't duck accordingly or have balance problems.
Tonight we went out probably for the last time, with a friend. We were sitting like a bunch of idiots, staring at a fresh orange juice and a mineral (hand-demineralized) water, making small talk. It's always like that before you leave for a long period of time. Gets you in a dodgy mood, like a sad puppy caught in the rain. And then you figure out:
Know what? the puppy's still alive. Could have been run over by a truck or could have eaten poison. So enjoy the rain and pray for something good to happen.
Long bloody post that was