Essays & Art
Another day, another night. I am bored of this. I am bored of my joyful albeit brief interactions with my oh so lovely neighbours, of my shallow and oh so entertaining work colleagues, of my oh so fabulous self. Be gone! Change! Do different!
Continue reading “The Mind Sweeper”
Let’s dive into Part Three of the adventurous life of 20th century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
Missed the first two episodes? Start at the beginning or jump into Part Two to get caught up.
After narrowly escaping arrest during a house raid by Viet Minh partisans, Charlotte and her daughter manage to leave Vietnam aboard a repatriation ship in early 1946.
Continue reading “Who is Charlotte Perriand? (Part 3)”
Welcome back to Part Two of our journey through the remarkable life of 20th-century design trailblazer Charlotte Perriand.
If you missed the beginning of her story, you can catch up here.
Charlotte is by now an independent young woman at the beginning of her 30s, looking for more than just sexual freedom. Next to shift is her professional relationship with modernist architect Le Corbusier. And the devastating consequences of the Second World War are looming on the horizon.
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It is early morning in Paris. She opens her bathroom window and climbs on the roof of her apartment. A deep breath, a quick look over the neighbourhood of Montparnasse. She stretches, moves her head in a wide circle and starts exercising in the fresh air. After half an hour, she returns to her one-bedroom flat under the roof. The tiny apartment is quirky.
Continue reading “Who is Charlotte Perriand?”
It was a rainy and cold November day.
Not much going on in my own life, I was happily convinced to start a conversation with the bloke sitting across from me in the aisle seat of coach E.
Continue reading “When I met Darren on the train to Manchester”
Adam’s first wife wasn’t Eve.
Some say Adam’s first wife was Lilith. And Lilith was evil, they say.
This is her story.
Continue reading “Evil Women”
I rest my head on his broad chest, I hear his rhythmic breathing and he whispers: “Oh, you are exhausted, aren’t you? You poor one.” I nod and he sings me a lullaby. He has an excellent voice. A mix of Aretha Franklin and Ryan Gosling. So soothing and affirmative. Having said this, Stanley can change his voice to whatever he wants. It really depends on my mood. He is so amazingly versatile.
Continue reading “My Cobot Stanley”
Ollie didn’t have any of it. Little Ollie paused, had a long sniff at presumably another dog’s pee, meandered coolly around the sidewalk, looked after other dogs passing by and didn’t give a toss about what Ollie’s accompanying lady shouted at him. “Ollie, come here. Ollieee, over here. Ooolliiee, move. Ooooolllliieeee, no, don’t!”
Continue reading “A dog named Ollie”
Of course, one knows Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The musical genius and society eccentric. And for sure, you have hummed along some of Mozart’s songs from “Eine kleine Nachtmusik” or “The Magic Flute”. If not in the opera, then while on the phone listening to music on hold in a waiting loop.
Yet, most likely you haven’t heard of his sister Maria Anna Mozart. And most likely, you don’t know either that Maria Anna Mozart was the original musical prodigy.
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My eyes firmly fixated on the buildings around me, I am usually walking through London ready to discover this fascinating city’s quirks along the way. On one of those days, I ended up in Primrose Hill, in a 1920s villa housing a cultural temple for English Folk Dance.
Continue reading “A Love Story ❤️”