Monday, 23 February 2015

Some poets

get carried away 
others carefully monitor the reactions of their public. 

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

It is good

to look around every now and then and try to see what you can do for someone else, and it is always nice to hang out with people who genuinely want to help others. This time Joana came up with the idea for a humanitarian photo exhibition 
 (you can still go and buy a photo or support the cause with a donation), which meant that I could also participate in a small way.
And as all good deeds are repaid in one way or another, I immediately got the opportunity to go to a theatre and take a few photos of people singing.

Monday, 16 February 2015

Ivan

had a high temperature, so he kept warm next to the lights in the background.

Thursday, 12 February 2015

If it were down to me

history would not be about needless mass deaths
and people would not need to protest all of the time against everything that is wrong in this world
but would focus on dancing more instead.
(I just added this photo at the end because it seemed a bit theatrical and it was a theatre piece (or rather two)  after all).

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Even though

 it was a night of the hard working sportsmen (and women)
I would not have been there if it wasn't for the dancers. 

Monday, 9 February 2015

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Faceless

Unfortunately we are faceless for some, and this should change as nobody should be faceless to anybody.

Friday, 6 February 2015

OK Ment

I see what you are doing. Yesterday I wrote that I can't keep myself from falling in love at least a little bit while listening to a solitary girl pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers, so now you think you can do this to me every night.... But no, it just doesn't work like that, because that would be a bit too easy (would it not?).

Thursday, 5 February 2015

At some point of the evening

you just have to fall a little bit in love with the girl standing all alone on stage, pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers.

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

You know you are getting on a bit


You know you are getting on a bit
when you can feel a slight pain in your knees
even before the long and gruelling walk through the woods

You know you are getting on a bit
when you wander around your flat aimlessly
trying to remember what it was you stood up to do

You know you are getting on a bit
when you find out that someone you knew died
and you no longer feel the need to go to a bar and drink whisky two days straight.

(David, Tomaž and Maruša, we did end the night by rising a glass of whisky in your memory)

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Sometimes

you come to an exhibition opening with your camera and all that is exhibited is one video projection (and you are actually working on this night). There is nothing much you can do but toy around and take photos of the people in the darkness of the gallery. 

Monday, 26 January 2015

Strange things that happen to me at poetry readings #1

People applaud me, even though I don't actually do anything.
(Dejan (the MC of the poetry evenings) did force them of course, but still... )
Anyroad, here is a photo of somebody who did read his poetry yesterday, and the ones reading are really the ones who deserve the applause).

Sunday, 25 January 2015

There I am

sitting in the theatre, watching a show... And I see a shot I really like, but I can't make it as there is something in  the way and we are in the middle of a performance and I can't just walk around choosing my angles... As it is repeated several times I at one stage decide to make it anyway, just the way it is (kids don't try this at home).  
Later on during the performance my little pocket camera (silent. yey!) has another chance to prove itself as it is involved in another mid performance noiseless photo opportunity. But still... nothing quite beats taking photos during rehearsals (even though a lot of mine are taken during performances).  

Saturday, 24 January 2015

One of these days

I am sure it will be my time to read some poetry... But until then I will just listen (or read, whatever the case might be) to my friends doing their best.

Friday, 23 January 2015

It is nice

when you get invited into a strange world (which is, by the way, much better than the one we like to call 'real').

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Sunday, 4 January 2015

First exhibition

of the year. It was an outside one, and one I have seen already (as it is one they resurrect every now and then). It  is also conveniently located in what is one of my favourite venues (outdoors, in a park), unfortunately as it is a pick-and-mix exhibition of various authors it has got quite a few that just make you hate the fact that somebody once wrote a piece of software called photoshop that is way too often used to create photographs that make you eyes bleed and millions of small pieces of shrapnel travel through your brain at the speed of light.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

First concert

of the year and for the second time in a row it was Carina on 1st January. (It seems to be becoming a bit of a tradition)
This time they were accompanied by Via Ofenziva (and this time I focused on the two singers from the two bands for my blog entry).

Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Happy new year


Remember you are entering at your own risk.


and remember to continue looking ahead, even if an obstacle pops up in front of you. (Oh, and if you find yourself in front of a body of water, just cross it).
(and these are more or less the only photos I took on the last day of the year).

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Excellent timing

Luckily, Hamlet Express decided to have a break just in time for us to go out and start the fire.
(it was mighty cold out there, so we sure needed it)

Monday, 29 December 2014

It was bloody freezing

(actually, well below freezing) as I was taking photographs of two street performances.  
Fittingly the first performance was the little match girl, and I am sure I did not suffer the cold half as much as the little match girl did...
while the second performance was entitled memories, obviously memories of a warmer, but more deadly time.