I have some new adventures about to begin in my life and I think I need something a little more complex than Tumblr to share them!
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bedroom vignettes on Flickr.
My pretty afternoon teapot! For the record, it was brewing a sweet pink pot of Gypsy Rose tea.
JR is a French street artist who became famous for posting photographs of everyday people around cities of the world - from Paris, to the favelas of Rio, and the crumbling buildings of Shanghai. This TED talk features him sharing his stories and dreams, as well as his interesting take on the meaning of art - that we should use it to turn the world inside out.
My trip to Papua New Guinea was the perfect way to start 2011.
These photos were taken on a fish-eye lens from a canoe going down the Sepik River – the Sepik is one of the world’s greatest rivers and is over 1200km in length. The greener shot is looking out over the fjords in Tufi.
PNG was a magical place, every bit as special as I’d imagined it could be. I especially loved the endlessly changing sky.
Kat Hing Wai (吉慶圍), a walled village in Hong Kong’s New Territories.
It is home to about 400 descendants of the Tang clan, who built the wall in the early 1600s to protect their village from bandits.
Today, most of the homes inside have been renovated but the six-metre thick wall still remains. The gate to the village is guarded by an entrepreneurial crowd of old women, who pose in traditional fringed hats for $HK20.
The village is in an area known as Kam Tin (錦田) which can be accessed via the Kam Sheung Road station. We took a double-decker bus to get home, via Tai Po Market - it’s an interesting journey that goes quite close to the Chinese border, and meanders through rural and industrial areas.
Currently in Hong Kong, enjoying the sights and sounds of the Lunar New Year celebrations for 2011, year of the rabbit.
Photos include shots of migrant workers waiting in Shenzhen for the long train journey back to their homes and families; HK residents celebrating the new year with offerings of incense and food at the Sha Tin Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas; and Hong Kong Harbour lit up with messages for the new year.
Painting Elephants in Udaipur
“Come in Miss, come in! I show you to paint with a squirrel hair!”
A man stands in the doorway of a tiny art shop, grinning at me. It’s only just breaking light here in Udaipur, the city of lakes in India’s northwestern region of Rajasthan. The cobbled streets are almost deserted and there’s a slight fog, making the maze-like alleyways down near the ghats seem more magical than usual.
I hesitate. Stacked in frames against the front window of the shop are beautiful paintings, none bigger than a postcard. Each artwork is a detailed glimpse into the wonders of Rajasthani culture: palaces, forts, lakes, snarling tigers, and dancing serpents.
But after a month of travelling in India, I am more than a little cynical about grinning men. I start to walk on.
“No sell, I provide you art class!”
They say there’s a sucker born every minute, and when you’re travelling, you are re-born every day. So, I give in to India yet again and turn around, squeezing myself and my backpack through the narrow entrance and down some chipped white stairs.
Read the rest over at Trespass.
Possibly the most awesome procastination tool the internet has produced in a long time..
Check which famous writer you write like by entering in a couple of paragraphs of text.
Apparently, I write like Vladimir Nabokov, the Russian author of Lolita (which, incidentally, I’ve never read) and H. P. Lovecraft, who Google tells me was a “20th century master of weird fiction”, whatever that is.
So, I write like a Russian and someone who used initials, which can only mean that I must be good ;-)
Who do you write like?
