Montpellier, my other holiday, was sun, beach and sea. I definitely needed that before starting my internship next week. All photo's from this post by me. (for a change)
Nationalism

Blurry Bruce.. ah well how can you take sharp photo's when you're jumping up and down?

Romantic skies during the Kooks
The 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.





I am obsessively collecting photos of balconies lately. I'd love to have one. The one with the blue doors is exeptionally beautiful.
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.



