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):