Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Without books

life would be dull and boring (or possibly even duller than that). And well, somebody has got to write them. These three have certainly written one or two so far

 And I guess this guy deserves a photo on my blog as he led the debate and might have translated one or two books in his life (and yes, translators are cool).

Saturday, 12 April 2014

A talented, fun

 and closely knit generation seems to be appearing on the horizon. There they are, peeking through the curtains (or standing in front of it in one case).
 Remembering the times before they were born,
 when I was a kid.
They have a solid dose of defiance.
And will stand up to any wanker who might try to put them down.

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The play that made me totally and utterly homesick

The room spun, four elephants (not just any regular African or Indian elephants, but the four elephants that spend their days standing on the turtle and carrying the weight of this world on their shoulders) appeared from the darkness of the theatre (yes, there seems to be a lot of darkness in the theatre) and decided to sit on my chest (but of course, where else would they sit) making breathing a bit less bearable and a bit more of a struggle.
Suddenly I felt alone, a bit lost in this world (I do use suddenly rather loosely in this context as for some strange inexplicable reason I feel like this quite often). Sitting there, in the darkness, thinking about the world, me, what I want to do, where I want to go, who I want to touch. 
It also made me think how strange it is that you can long so strongly for a place, its feel, its hustle and bustle (for some strange reason the photos from the underground only made it harder to breathe) when in many ways it seems that most (albeit not all) of the people (and I always was a people person in a slightly withdrawn way) that I love and care for are here, in the place I live.
Anyroad, to get out of this feeling (yes, you can imagine I was the life and soul of the drinks after the show), I guess I must do something about all this. Soon (Arrghh). Which will be tough (for all of those who don't know why, I would prefer to keep it that way).

Saturday, 5 April 2014

Friday, 4 April 2014

I am Sunčan

and I am a photo addict (but I guess you knew that already). Even when I just go for  drink with somebody I have not seen for ages I have my camera on me (so I was actually thinking about getting a good camera to carry around - you know a compact little thingy, but it would also have to be fun to use, so if you have any ideas, let me know, and when I will be able to afford it, I will go out and buy it). A sip of beer, a bit of a chat, and when you get distracted by the waitress, I quickly jump and take a photo or two, and before you know it I am sitting back in the chair, sipping my beer, continuing with the debate mid-sentence (as if I had never left).

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Gone again

to see what my friend is up to. This time he had the lights and costumes and all sorted (which I guess must have been lucky for him as it was two days to the opening night), and as a photographer I must say that to me it all fall in place when the lights are sorted.
And just so you don't forget, I also do concerts :). This time in a small cafe with almost no lights... so es, one of the rare occasions I used my flash. 

Friday, 14 March 2014

After a week of jumping

around, trying myself out in photographing something totally different, I returned to the theatre (phew!) in which I feel at home.

Friday, 7 March 2014

Frank Turner

It is great when you look forward to a concert and it turns out to be a good one.

Thursday, 6 March 2014

You go

out one Thursday afternoon to drop into a closing of an exhibition and there you see your cousin performing (which you didn't know, and you sure didn't expect). Really? Tosja? Why do you look just like Michele? After watching the performance for a while (it is a loop style performance, which gives you the freedom not to stay throughout the entire duration), you move on to an opening, (after all, every closing must be followed by an opening. Or is it the other way round?)
where you see more people enjoying themselves (which is nice (said in the voice used by the bloke in the fast show who says which was nice)). However, as there was nobody from my family performing at this opening (which I kind of expected at this stage of the evening) I went on to a concert, after all, it was Thursday night, and it was the beginning of the Red dawns festival. First to kick off were Tirana
who are (of course) not from Albania, but from Austria, (nope, no relatives of mine here), and they were followed by Aivery,
an all girl noise-punk band from Vienna, currently on tour. And this brought the evening to an end (well to tell you the truth, the night was still young and all that crap (but I wasn't), so I thought I better head home get some rest and look forward to tomorrow's  concert.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Not poor

is the title of this photographic exhibition of photographs from Africa. I guess it is all in the perspective.

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Contemporary girls

(of Slovenian painting) put their works on display last night. 
As it coincided with the carnival season some tried to make themselves more visible,
 while others tried their best to erase themselves in their attempt to hide from the world.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Always a treat

to go and see a play in the making, especially if it is from a friend from way back (and even more so if you can help a little bit...)
But, remember, whatever happens, we will always have Paris...

And immediately afterwards I jumped into the car and drove the 40 km (I know what was I thinking, imagine me, finding myself 40 km from Ljubljana) to the opening night (of another performance I had the pleasure of seeing in the making):

Friday, 28 February 2014

My opening :)

It is always extra super great to have an opening of an exhibition that shows your work. But if it an exhibition of  photographs from dance performances and the opening is started off by a dance performance than it is double-extra-super-dooper exciting.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Sunday Trippin'

when devastation becomes beauty (or why are we fascinated by disasters?)
  The road ends here. From here on it is skinny dipping only.
 The forest ends here. Only toothpicks remain.
Civilisation as we know it ends here. No electricity, no mobile phones, no internet. Just cold, fresh air remains.
Slovenia's answer to its lack of coast line.
(You didn't actually think I was going to answer the rhetorical question from the beginning did you?)

Thursday, 13 February 2014

Playing a writing game

2 shows/ 1 evening. Them / us / some other them / me.
The first (What remains) was in reality a film screening with a support act of two dancers slow dancing across the stage. The dance was pushed so far into the background it was either washing the dishes in the cellar (not to be snuffed at, for if we are to believe Down and out in Paris in London there was a time George felt almost privileged to soak his hands for hours on end for half a loaf of bread and a few bottles of cheap plonk) or was dangling on hanger number 512 at the very back of the cloakroom, while the film took a leisurely stroll down the red carpet, pausing every now and then to smile for the slightly flabbergasted paparazzi. It all seemed a bit like advertising a screening of Battleship Potemkin as a concert by Edmund Meisel (both exceptional in their own way, but their positions and relations seem quite clear from today's perspective, unfortunately I have no idea how it was perceived in 1925). 
And I think I wrote all my clever (I know, the reality is that it is middle of the road rambling at best) ideas for the first one of the evening, so not many of my brain cells remain in working order to write about the second performance of the night (What happens when you touch it), which was more a game, an exploration in which the dancers toyed with movements, bodies and body parts, synchronization, sounds... But you know, as I always think (and say less often, but always when asked): Go and see it for yourself, you never know when something you see will collide with those strange, fragmented, slightly damaged and hard to reach memory fragments in your brain and inspire you to do something inspiring of your own. 

Saturday, 8 February 2014

I say what I am told to say

It was fun to watch a performance that tackled my day time job, and to top it off it made me want to read more Beckett (maybe even everything he wrote, just so I would be considered crazy (as they state in the play)), which I will do as soon as I finish the books I am currently reading. 

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

One of the rare performances

where it was better to stay outside if you wanted good photographs (unfortunately I didn't),

Monday, 3 February 2014

Alice in Wonderland

I tried to get in to their last rehearsal before the opening night, but it all got a bit too hectic, so I was invited to the opening night instead, but just to watch... So, no photos from the performance, but just a wonderland one of the final bow.

Sunday, 2 February 2014

Waiting for Freddie

There I was waiting for Freddie. Pacing up and down the cold street waiting for him to appear from around the corner on his bike.
(you say ice, I say where?)

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Wild berries

not really such a tough name for a band, but they certainly managed to stay around for decades.
 But as a lot of the crowd was way to young to remember them from back then, I guess they came to watch the girls dancing on the tables.

Thursday, 30 January 2014


not music, but a dance performance, the one we did a couple of years ago.