Adieu, mon cœur

Time to move on for now: Ce Petit Cœur

Time is running out of my hands. I haven't felt like pouring bits of me into this void of nothingness. This isn't a complete good-bye, though. Occasionally, there are more imporant things to do than write a blog. Especially if one has nothing to say or show. I have grown to have different kinds of interests than what this blog is about. I would love to do more photography, but it isn't really possible. I'm just tired. But happy, yes.

 



Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth



Farewell until I have something real to say.

The Nonexistent Existing House no. 202

In the city of Liège, in Belgium, there is a peculiar house. Or rather, was. When I happened to walk past it on a sunny and warm April's day, it caught my interest and I photographed it. A lady came out of the house next to it and wondered why I was taking photos of it. I must have told her that I find the house very interesting indeed. She then recounted the story behind it, but I cannot really remember anything. Who says I am supposed to understand Belgian French, anyway? The curious thing is that it was only a facade. There was nothing there. A peek through the keyhole, and you would only see trash.

Accordingly, life is sometimes quite similar. People trying to hide the emptiness behind these lugubrious facades of theirs, not giving you anything, not able to confide in anyone. It is a shame, really. What is there to lose, what is everyone afraid of? Do not hide, be courageous.




Looks are deceiving. (Also sung in the song She Moves in Her Own Way by the Kooks, haha.)


This is the song I listened to back then, oh, the feelings that go with it. They are quite timely now, as well.

Ce petit coeur qui ne bat pour personne
Ce petit coeur qui ne bat que pour lui
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Ce petit cœur qui passe tout son temps
A s'écouter et à se regarder

2012

Happy 2012, folks! Rather than vintage and ruffles, in 2011 I've been drawn to more modern and somehow refined stuff. Sometimes a bit androgyne or masculine even, quite contrary to what I 'normally' wear.


I've found use for all kinds of old things, like this ancient cable knit sweater of mine. I'm also wearing my Dr. Martens again. No matter how I tried, I was just unable to straighten that collar. Sorry about that. This is the last outfit from 2011. It's from our Helsinki trip, I went shopping with Karen before I went to the opera with my family. Naturally, I had to change for something more suitable, a little black dress in this case.