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.

Monday, 22 December 2014

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Sometimes things

are not quite what they seem
and a play turns out to be a board game with cute girls who tend to kill of their friends.

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

For some strange reason

it all revolved around this man, when in fact
it should all be revolving around these.
So no wonder I ended up at a completely different after party (uff this December is killing me).

Sunday, 14 December 2014

First you see him and his brother

(and many others) play at a charity concert raising funds to fight Ebola, and then you see them
 both jammin' in the bar next door.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

What if we stop talking to each other face to face

and just start using text boxes on our computers and smart phones?
Well, after considering that at the exhibition I had to go to Damir's concert, because I knew he has got some of the answers this society is looking for. 

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

It is December

and we all feel and look a bit like this. After leaving the clown cabaret, I dropped in at Bikofe, which is sadly closing down, but they are having a sort of happy, one could say celebratory wake (and they deserve to be happy with what they have done over the years and don't deserve to be closed down) with a whole month of events. This night saw the last exhibition in Bikofe, ever.
And here is Vuk, one of the rare neighbours who not only did not oppose Bikofe in the neighbourhood, but was a regular patron of the place and will miss the place terribly.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Haven't been

to a concert in Klub CD for a long time. And I have no idea why.
Andrea had her first concert in Ljubljana (if I understand correctly) in the house I used to live in (unfortunately when I have already moved out from there) and I imagine it must have been an even better atmosphere in someone's living room. 
And she and her band were followed by Limousine, which fittingly took you for a comfortable drive into the slightly unknown with views of things you recognise along the roadside.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

You know how The Specials' song goes

I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
Well, I am no quite up to that anymore, especially as it was a Saturday night. But I did manage to go to a dance performance where I played with my camera just a little bit and took a few photos where I tried to focus on a part of a move I would usually not focus on, just to see how that works out. And to be honest, I can't really decide, but I don't know whether it is just because I am so used to doing in a certain way or ... (But whatever the results it is good to experiment (or play as a friend of mine would say)). When I stepped out from the venue I looked at the exhibition (because what sort of a culture buff would I be if I just walked past it?) and for this shot decided not to focus on the exhibited works but on their positioning behind bars (which seemed rather fitting for the cultural revolution this place is going through).
After that I went to a concert (well I wanted to pop in and see another concert, but it was too expensive and organised by someone who once took 10 minutes to explain to me that there is no such thing as a free lunch when I wanted to get into a concert to take a few photos, even though she has proven to be more than willing - on more than one occasion - to use my photographs without even asking me for showing how fun her concerts were). But in the end everything turned out as it should. I had great fun at the concert I ended up at, and took a very portrait like photo of the singer (I mean one that does not necessarily look like it was taken in the middle of the concert).

Thursday, 4 December 2014

After missing

all of the daylight due to work, I managed to sneak out to a concert.
First I listened to (and photographed, but of course) the Wild strings trio (and there sure were some wild strings in there, and yes, this is only one of the trio).
This was followed by DidiWa (I think my blog readers might recognise their singer from some of my previous posts, where she plays in a totally different band) who just published a brand new record.
The concert and record launch was also accompanied by an exhibition of works by Irena Kazazić (with a series of portraits of the band members).
And she was totally mesmerised by the concert.

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

I couldn't

even go for a beer with my friends without taking my small camera and taking a few photos.

Sunday, 30 November 2014

Thursday, 27 November 2014

A great fan

of all these hanging people. You know, what I mean... Not of actually hanging people, but of the was these hanging people fit into the performance. 

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Monday, 24 November 2014

After translating

9 hours straight I had the pleasure of going to see a totally unrelated double bill. First I saw a dance performance Profile and Punishment (which reminded me I should read Crime and Punishment one of these days), where the main thread of the conversation outside of the performance was the review they received which was the butt of many a joke.
After that I went a floor lower and a few doors down the corridor to watch Tesla trying to design a time traveling machine. Of course, he sought help in conversations with Einstein, Newton, Galileo, Marie Curie and Darwin (Which made me think I need to read some of their stuff also - I read something by Einstein and Darwin already, so any ideas for the others?)

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Ahhh... It's Sunday....

My day off ...
So what do you do on your day off?
I started it off with a bit of translation. I am so far behind with it all I have a feeling somebody it 7201 AD built a time travelling machine, just so he could send me back to 491 BC so I could be further behind. No, wait, but that would mean I have got much more time to finish my translations that need to be handed in by December 2014. And you know what that means, don't you? It means I have more time to take photos. So off I go to my (yes, I feel at home there now, so I might just as well call it my) local theatre and take a portrait of an up and coming young director.

After that I put a bunch of talented young actors and a producer in my newly MOT-ed car (oh it is good to have a road worthy car again) and we drove off to the country side (it was Sunday after all), where we met up with one of our mates and spent some quality time together.  


Even though it was Sunday, we could not behave like it was Sunday all day. We headed back to the theatre for some serious rehearsals (and as we learnt how to be proper swines, we might have hung one or two passersby who did not show full cooperation, but that is what the country seems to be teaching us to do).


Late in the evening (well you know, for a day off, late in the evening), when the rehearsals were finished I wanted to take another portrait of Nina, sitting on the stage set up for her performance, and luckily for me she was kind enough to humor me, so here it is.


After all this I had to go home to bed, because guess what, tomorrow is just another working day.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Following

a performance full of violence, drugs, alcohol and odd characters

I went to a private viewing of an exhibition full of violence, drugs, alcohol and odd characters.