My good friend Cat

seems to have become worried that my daily blog has become way too erratic and that it sees new updates on rare occasions (I think my dad also shares this opinion, and I completely agree with them both), so I thought I better post something before my blog is officially (but way prematurely, for it hopefully still has a bit of oomph in it) declared dead, a stiffy, a gonner, a has been that has is forever visiting its 2TB cloud and is riding the great shiny binary code in the sky  (yes, I know you have not failed to notice the great Monthy Python influence here). And I ask you, could there be a better day to do this than a day in which I have successfully proven (once again, and in a matter of hours) to be a true hard core culture whore (without even planning to do so).
First of all I bumped into Lolita

They were in the middle of their soundcheck for their evening gig, but that surely could not (and did not) stop me from taking my camera out and taking a few photos. Unfortunately, they told me that they will start with the gig at 8, and by that time this man with the camera in his backpack had to be elsewhere. So I bid them farewell and dropped in on an opening on the way:

 

where I was glad to see (alongside the art and the two artist of course) a painter (not one of the ones exhibiting) showing and discussing the paintings with his daughter (yes, I definitely decided to go with this interpretation of events). After this I had to whiz off to do some work (which you might notice from the next photo does not differ greatly from the things I tend to do for fun, with the one single great difference, that it pays some of the bills (which, even though I might come across as a care free photographer roaming the streets and having fun, I do have (unfortunately)), which makes my bank happy - at least I think they are by far the happiest when I get some money into my account as they have second dibs to it - right after the government - oh, have I mentioned recently how really great it is?):

I definitely tried to do my best here (but then again, I guess I always try to do my best) even though I was slightly distracted by the commotion going on just a few meters away. Of course, I went to take a closer look, and took with me my little camera. And there they were, a punk band (apparently) from Argentina (I think?) singing a Motorhead song and wearing a Metallica T-shirt (?). Oh well, you live and learn, said the photographer in an old fogey's manner:

Of course, I returned to my work post after a few songs and took some more photos, but afterwards I went to listen to a bit of ska, to get some of that happy music (and even though I did not grow up in the ska era as such (well maybe, at the end of the second wave and during the third wave), I associate ska with the days in London as a child - fuzzy memories, but I remember hearing songs by the Specials and Madness, and I remember the black and white cover of the specials LP, and being in a record shop with my dad where there were some black and white ska posters or badges or something - my oh my, have I strayed...). Anyroad, I think I better end this short report with a black and white photo of the new guy (trying to make his way up in the band, and I am sure that he will soon take over the entire photo) in the ska band Void Union:

Igor's ego massage

sure made it a fun opening.

Sleepless nights

are slowly killing me.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon

Perfect for photographing in the theatre.

Just so you know

It is not me. It is everyone else.

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).

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.

An evening out with friends

photographing friends.

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 night theatre

in English. But I guess this shot could work in any language really. 

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).

Non-form (32nd edition)

so a photo with a slightly different form is in order.

Spring equinox

 was all about exhibitions, music, poetry and performances.

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. 

Years ago

I went to my friend's Twitter exhibition, today I went to a Facebook exhibition.

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.

Frank Turner

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

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.

Not poor

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

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.

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):