Pinkpop

Ohh I have actually seen Bruce Springsteen LIVE en person! I never had the money to go see him and now he performed at Pinkpop, his first European festival ever and I was there! It was insane! So damn good. He even called Brandon Flowers on stage for a duet of Thunder Roads... magical. The Killers were awesome too, Mr. Brightside is one of my favourite songs ever. I saw the Script as well and I have to say: that is some cute singer they have. I got a kind of girly crush when I saw him hahha. Anyway, some pictures from my little digital camera since i wasn't allowed to bring my Nikon D70 to the festival terrain.

Blurry Bruce.. ah well how can you take sharp photo's when you're jumping up and down?Romantic skies during the KooksThe Script singer I was telling about. Not even my type but cute nonetheless. There was supposed to be a meet&greet with them, but it was cancelled. Doesn't bother me that much since i don't attach any value to an autograph whatsoever, but it would've been nice to see the three piece up close. White Lies. They sing so beautifully about the dark side of life that it almost makes you happy.

Paris, je t'aime

I have booked my summer holiday today. I'll be going to Paris in July and I can't wait. It's been such a long time since I've been there. I'm very glad I'll be seeing this missy very very soon. ^^

tweet tweet

I just found the best twitter application that must be out there. Twittersnooze. It means that you can give someone 'the silent treatment' when they're tweeting.... a little too enthusiastic. It blocks their tweets for a preferred time and then unblocks them again. You can even send along this cute card to supress any feelings of guilt. Hihi.

A dream with a beautiful view

I am obsessively collecting photos of balconies lately. I'd love to have one. The one with the blue doors is exeptionally beautiful.
photos from flickr by: donna corless, lovethe214, vambo25, bratan, marite2007 & lightmirror.

My mind is foggy with thoughts

This is one of those days when i am overwhelmed by a feeling of inspiration, so great, that it won't come out in words or even concrete thoughts. The result? Sitting around all afternoon, not concentrated enough to do work. Just overcome by a feeling of anticipation, waiting for even the slightest sign of an idea forming in my head. Not happening. Thoughts are whirling around but they are too intangible to get a grip on. It's driving me mad. I've picked up the fight with my main character again; he's a pain in the ass. He is, he is.

Dalí, Miró, Waterhouse, Opie.

I can't decide which genre of art I like the most. I guess I like a bit of everything. I just heard I missed a Waterhouse exposition nearby. It reminded me not to forget visiting Richard Avedon in Amsterdam. His exposition ends May 13th. I don't want to miss that!

Why do I like flamingo's?

1. They are pink

2. Their knees bend the wrong way

3. They can stand on one leg

Photo by Szeke at Flickr.

Blondies

I'm back to blonde. Ready for the summer!

Summer dreams

I've had my first bbq of this year! I can't wait for the summer to kick off. The last two pictures are mine. I don't remember where I found the first one but it makes me feel like it's already summer.

Camera, tower, bathtub

I had video camera and editing lessons this week. What bothers me is that they haven't told us anything about technique... tips and stuff you know. Going out on the streets with a multi-thousand euro Leica camera (i actually found a picture of the exact same camera as i'll be using) isn't my thing. It's like babysitting someone elses baby. If anything happens to it, I'm fucked for the rest of my life. Just give me a pen and a paper and I'm alright. This massive thing makes me a little insecure.