Showing posts with label Dublin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dublin. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

STEAL





Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: «It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.»

– JIM JARMUSCH

Sunday, May 12, 2013

BAILE ÁTHA CLIATH

What Dublin had to offer on my tiny holiday: late night walks in Temple Bar, wearing just too little clothes to stay warm. We did stay safe though, so dad, there is no need to panic right now.


Like Carrie said: "People in their twenties always knows the right B-people; bartenders, bouncers, busboys..." And so we befriended the bartender, which actually paid off.


We spent oh so many hours in town, shopping, museuming, photographing and even eating a little bit. But mostly shopping.


Just before take-off we managed to fit in some time for afternoon tea. This might not have been the best idea, traveling with that much sugar in ones body does not feel good. No worries, I managed, all the way back to Bergen.


Visiting a brand new city is always awesome, and Dublin reminded me of an uptight and a little bit ugly Bristol.
I liked it.

Friday, May 10, 2013

ALL DAY I DREAM ABOUT SNEAKERS

As a woman I am obligated to love shoes. I used to think I never would be "that kind of female", until I realised my shoe-love is not directed towards pumps, wedges, boots or any of that; I am a sneaker person.

In Dublin, yesterday, my friend and I was at a sports-store. She told me she felt very uncomfortable in those kind of places, like she didn't fit in. That is exactly how I feel in other shops, but when surrounded by sneakers in all kinds of brands, shapes and colours – I feel great. I might feel at home even.

Adidas is my favourite and I could not let these shoes slip away from me when there was a 20% off. Still, I did good and managed to not bring the entire contents of that shop with me back to Norway.


Because honestly, when can you ever wear sneakers in this country anyway?