an observation on the evolution of cyclist to motorcyclist

Within 10 minutes of each other yesterday:

may movements

It was a nice day for a drive, be it in something fancy-ish

or a bit less so

(check out the gorgeous white-cheeked rear tyre)

be it leisurely

or professionally

but no matter how nice of a drive it was, nothing beats flying

The pre-fab hipness of Camden

Zoomed over to Camden Market



which once was a stable but since the 80's has been the stable for hip Britannica



yet it had the definite air of a well-established cutting edge, the commercially viable version of counter-culture, where hip is just another fashion to be followed and being alternative is a matter of hair color



now as a 36 year old white dude who only thinks of clothes in ways of "Does it fit?" and "Does it smell?" and thinks a haircut is good if it doesn't require more than 20 seconds of work after a shower, i'm much closer to hip-replacement than to hip, but still, i was disappointed. I was hoping to feel very alien and old and out of it, overwhelmed by the new and the groovy. Instead, i was amused by the classics being repackaged in smaller portions



and in tiny canine portions



but at no point did i see anything new, which made me think i was probably in the wrong place. Hip London must be far far away from Camden, for Camden is as cliche as a stencil of a palimpsest. It is the blunted and bluntly commercial version of what might have been sharp and edgy 30 years ago.

So i still have no clue of what is hip. What i find odd is that we've had a major technological revolution in the last 15 years with internet and cellular phones, which has affected almost everything we do in daily life, but in fashion and in music, we seem to get rehashes of old. I don't know, but the coolest thing i saw in Camden was this guy



maybe 'cause his clothes didn't fit. And they probably did smell.

Streetlights in the mist

Orange in the finals

more here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7760788@N05/sets/72157624348735271/show/

what to do with fountains

Well, you could photograph them





or use them as the backdrop of your photo



or put an ashtray on them to see what happens

Fountain ended up kickin' ashtray ass so hard ashtray had ass handed on tray afterwards.

on the solidity of rock

Though i do have a stone floor and its temperature and texture do annoy me, i am in general a fan of the material -just not as in-house floor covering. I think an aspect of it is under-represented in language, though, in expressions like 'stone cold' and 'rock hard'. I mean, yes, if you're gonna hit the road

it's obviously gonna hit back, but the point is

that it depends on the arrangement and placement of the stones. They can be uninviting to the touch



yet in the same light seem soft, and even quite sexy

But in the end, whether they be warm or cold, hard or soft, they are part of what protects us from further harshness and cold, part of our foundation. That part is expressed in our language only by this: it's rock solid.



But rock rocks, it should have a verb... wait. Ehm, right. Well, rock on, then.

shine on you crazy Rotterdam

Was in Rotterdam yesterday. A very long time ago, for a very short time, i used to live there, but i didn't remember it being this shiney

it was actually extremely shiney

even the work being done there was shiney



but the brightest shining star i found yesterday was the man waving goodbye to his girl in the shiney train, who kept waving till long after the point where his girl could possibly still see him

on tracks

Yesterday, as i was trying to find the right track



i was picked up by a little yellow train called Atlas, who was carrying the world with him, and wanted some company



as we went speeding over land



Atlas realized he was between tracks, and simply hopped over

he dropped me off where the busses waltz



watched by the Girl Who Isn't Afraid of Pink Sneekers

Soundtrack was provided by Paolo, the Saxophone player with One Purple Glove (he was inspired by both Michael Jackson and Prince, and came to this natural compromise)

Now i need to go clean my lens.

who are you?

Walking around Frankfurt with my friend Nadine (glimpse her radiance on the left in the background)

why Germany isn't the world champion soccer

It's all about fundamentals

High speed chase

Might have been in one. It's a bit of a blur.

Row row row your home

Gently down the street





For Daniel Patrick Christopher Cain: whenever i give in to the urge to take pictures of houses, i fondly think of you, sir.