Le Sacre du Printemps

on the last, freezing, day of November.

She said she wants it darker...

He wanders off stage, through the theatre doors, into the streets where nothing looks familiar, everything is slightly distorted and dark... he continues walking until he reaches the outskirts of the town...It is still all unrecognisable, so he continues on his gruesome walk, walking out of the country, walking across barren land, the smell of blood oozing from the dry soil... After weeks of walking he reaches the sea. He pauses for a moment, takes a few deep breaths and steps into the sea... He walks straight into a strange world, a dark combination of Alice in Wonderland and Dexter...

The moment it gets dreamy

it ends.

One of those performances

 which, if it really got to you, it probably means you are screwed.
(guess who thought he would fit perfectly into the performance) 

It's only the second

day of the festival, and I feel home already.

The flag

was almost planted and the festival begun.

It is good

to peek from your special hiding place every now and then.
(Unfortunately I only do it once every few years)

Two people

 who haven't worked together before

improvising (one with dance, the other with sounds). 

A night time

portrait of the artist (and it was only 6 o'clock)

As I was at a portrait exhibition

I though I might as well take a quick snapshot of a photographer who has got more awards than you can stuff in your pockets (and run away with) and one of his portraits in the background.

Has anyone seen

the golden girl? She seems to be missing from my life. 

Beckett

visited me while I was asleep.

We walk along

the thin, bright lines, constantly

pondering,

contemplating,

trying to figure out where we went wrong.

The unexpected guest

who joined in the performance...

They just returned

from their German tour and they seem rather happy, even though they had to translate their performance into Slovene.

Stuff

dreams are made of.

I do get the feeling

sometimes that photography is the shy man's game.

Beckett

is coming to town soon.