The monument to the fallen house

 caught me by surprise.

The small man

decided to make a break for it. He has not got far to go now. A few more quick steps and he will be at the edge. And he will continue to run scared. Running through midair, tumbling into the abyss. Moving his legs and arms as he plummets towards the ground. Plunging into oblivion. Crushing into the emptiness. Nose-diving into the darkness. Spiralling into the unknown. In the search of tranquillity. Listening to the whooshing sound of the wind and for a moment, a very brief moment, realising that this is the sound of freedom.
The others remained in the village. They watched as the Little Man disappeared from the top of the cliff. They have no idea what to do next. They all hate the situation, but they believe that sacrificing one of their children every day will make it all better. But now that the Little Man jumped, do they still need to sacrifice a child today? They are running out as it is. There are no more teenagers, there are no more children in the 5-12 age group, only a few toddlers remain. And if their sacrifice will not suffice, the elderly will have to start jumping. With the hope that the gods will listen and send the remaing few a new Mercedes and iPod to strengthen their social status.

Dance day

I saw quite a few dance performances today, different levels, different ideas, different styles, and as you know watching (and photographing) dance always brings a smile to my face, but still the best moment was what appeared to be spontenous dancing in the street.

Goldfish

seem to be quite arty. It is not the first time I saw one wondering around an art exhibition

Kosovel

is transcending genres.

An intense moment

at the baby shower... I guess she was trying to scare the baby out. (But it is nice to have slightly crazy friends.)

And the illiterates

in power say nobody is interested in art.

An idea I really like

(and not the best photo of the evening, but I thought I would focus on the idea and not on the photo this time).
During a concert, an artist (or two) creates a CD cover while listening to the music. The audience can watch how the cover is being made on the large projection (in real time) and can at the end of the concert buy an original and one off CD recording of the concert with the unique CD cover. Is this great or what?

Marilyn M

dancing her heart out for her daddy.
So do you think this photo is good enough to be in my huge, gigantic, colossal, gargantuan, humongous December exhibition of dance photographs? (I can really do with some suggestions here)... Yikes, I hope I will take lots and lots and lots more dance photos by then (keep that in mind when you have your next dance performance)...
For more from this performance see my whole album.

Another concert

another flower in the hand (see blog post from a few days ago)

I bet

he can't see the notes from where he is sitting.

I guess

they were trying to drop a subtle hint when they sent me to document an exhibition on shaving paraphernalia. 

Roses are red...

violets are blue...
what is love all about
and who are you?

Fans handing flowers to the singer didn't seem to be so popular before, but now I have seen it 3 times in about 10 days. So is this a new trend in Ljubljana? Or did I just start going to different concerts?

It has

been a long time since we drank coffee at Gajo's together.

A bit of an ...

blunder?... excuse? ... explanation? Well, it has been over a week since I last posted. But I did take photos (a lot of them) in the meantime, I just didn't have the time to go through them. In between I appeared in a performance in Seoul and Busan (how do I do it I wonder?), had some translation work to do (so I earned some money and will live to see another week - yey!), took loads of photos and that was about it... but it went by so fast and it took up all of my days... So now I am going to try and catch up a bit...

So, I guess first things should come first. The last time I did write in the blog I just got the chance to spend two days with Josef Nadj and his dance company, so even though I had work to do, I decided I will make the best of these two days and catch up with the work by working really really (oh yeah, did I say really) hard over the weekend. Unfortunately I could not take photos at the performance itself (which does pain me a bit as they did not use any paints during the rehearsals, and they do make a difference), but otherwise had a great two days and tried out some things, which will hopefully make me a better photographer. There were times when I was a bit worried about the work I had to do, but, you know, get real, you can't really be worried for more than a few seconds when you have a camera in your hand and a performance in front of you, can you?

Sometimes I have

no idea what makes me chose one photo over the other. In this case it might be all down to the ax.

I have a feeling...

this might be a good year for exhibiting (as soon as I get my act back on track), even though I just learned yesterday that my two exhibitions in Subotica and Novi Sad have been canceled (oh yeah, lack of funds - don't you just love these saving schemes - first they take my work, then they take my fun).

An evening

of poetry round town. In various forms, in numerous languages. Excellent.

Jesus!

It is Zola. If ever I could define a concert as sweet and short this was it (even though it was cut short due to throat problems). So I better keep the blog post short and end it by saying: Get well soon Zola.

Shyness and all that

Sometimes I watch a performance and get an idea for a photo. And the shy person that I am (oh yes, indeedy) I used to find it impossible to - after the show - approach a person I wanted in the photo and ask him or her (or in really tough cases them) to pose for me, you know, just because I had an idea (of course I was thrilled about the idea, but I thought that if I told it to somebody else they would think it was just plain stupid). Unfortunately this means that I have a few unrealized photos floating around my brain (which I think is a shame). But, luckily I managed to overcome this shyness to some extent and can now - after minutes of agonising (usually you know you don't have a lot of time before everybody disperses) - walk up to a person and ask him or her (or even them) to pose for me (and just in case you were wondering, this photo is a result of one such moment). So, if you are shy and I come to ask you to pose for a photo, try to overcome your shyness knowing that I had to overcome mine to walk up to you and ask you to do this.

It is

funny how many good (well good, you know, photos I like) dance photos I have taken in which the dancers are sitting on the floor. Makes me think.

When almost

everybody involved in the making of the film come to the cinema.

Mental mapping

Got involved in a project that is kind of mental mapping a small part of Ljubljana. At the moment I am the photographer in the project, but I will also have a session on the other side of the lens at some stage.

A nice and quiet

poetry reading, as Jure said.

Of course

when you go shoping you don't expect to end up having lunch at the lake side... So you find yourself there without a proper camera, but at least you have the little toy one on your phone with you.

The artist

sitting on his art piece.

Every now

and then I think you should see the people under the stage.

The red balloon

There is a part of my childhood I don't remember. You know, you hid it so well, every time you try to go there you come across bolted doors. All the doors are shut and only a stream of light manages to squeeze through the gap under the door. One such ray of light managed to make its way into the hidden corners of my memory when I went to see the exhibition by Marko Mrše and saw this photo collage. It immediately reminded me of the film The red balloon, which I could not give you a synopsis of, but I do remember the sort of feeling I had when I watched it (or what I believe I remember to be the feeling, I will have to watch it again and see what it brings up) and I remember where I watched it and who took me to watch it. So, it seems that I better watch it again and see what happens...

This time

you will just have to have a closer look.

Spring

is here and it seems that it is time for a picnic.

The Subways

When the singer becomes one of the crowd.

Basically

it is not about cleaning up the world (well, yeah, it is, but that is not really the point, even though it is great to hear that 15% of the country's population went to tidy up our backyard - but hey, that is less people than attend an average referendum in this country, and we all know that the attendance there is crap), it is about learning not to throw the rubbish away just anywhere in the first place... And learning to recycle. And for the ones on the other end to learn not to use too much packaging. And to make stuff that doesn't break or tear within a fortnight, so you do not need to buy a new one. And I guess if we all learn a bit about this, we have done a lot.

Theatre day

Now, this was a real tough one. I have seen six plays and a dance performance in a single day. And how can I chose which photo to show? It is impossible... Should I show a photo from the performance I liked best? Or from the performance I could link a lot of memories to. Or from the perfomance I liked least and I could explain why I didn't like it? I have no idea. In the end I chose a photo that shows I still like playing around when photographing, I just like having a bit of fun. And it isn't the best one of the day, and it is not from the play I liked best, or from my least favourite one, it is just the photo I chose for the blog.As for the rest, I guess you know where to find them...

Happy

musician. Wouldn't it be great if everybody enjoyed what they were doing?

Slovenian music week

For some strange reason a week never actually lasts 7 days in this country. The fashion week lasted 2 days, the music week lasts 5 days and surprise, surprise all employers demand that the working week should last a minimum of 12 days.

Hanging around

Basically, when you come to a concert and nobody is playing, you are just hanging around.

I find it fitting

that Alfred found his way to an exhibition at Jožef's place.

Ok, now I am just

bored and entertaining myself with daft ideas, so if I can't go to the theatre to see a play, I might as well stage one with these little wooden figures that I got when I was about 12, and then take some photos (How addicted am I?)
(But at least the fact that I am bored shows that I am getting better - kept the temperature below 38C all day - yey!)

2nd day

of staying indoors. Not going anywhere. As luck would have it, after not having any work for ages, I got work on the very day I had a temperature of 38°C.
(If you were wondering 2 rolls of toilet paper is the minimum I use every day to blow my nose)

Sick, sick, sick

And my, do I hate it. And as I didn't get to go to the concert, I don't have a photo to post. But this will tell you how I feel. (By the way even though I was there when this was made, it has absolutely nothing to do with me - it is a work Dejan Kaludjerovic made for his Ljubljana exhibition)