In Berlin, over New Year's I went to the Martin Gropius Bauhaus to view a photography exhibition by Richard Avedon, an American photographer. His works celebrated the lives of the famous and the ordinary. You see Marilyn Monroe's captured at her vulnerable moments, Tennesse Williams (whose face I never remembered), Samuel Beckett (one of my favourite playwrights), icons like Hepburn and so on and then you walked on and you see commoners whose lives you don't know (just like the above) being photographed in their grime and dirt. I find this section very fascinating, and kept walking through it. Mostly, I felt uncomfortable looking at these faces, yet at certain moments, there's something tranquil just merely observing. In these potraits he took around the States, his use (or the lack of) of lighting was definitely an interesting idea. His stark potrayal of these potraits simply made it very real, at least for me. It sure made my walk in freezing cold and getting lost while looking for the musuem all the more worthwhile.Thursday 22 January 2009
Richard Avedon
In Berlin, over New Year's I went to the Martin Gropius Bauhaus to view a photography exhibition by Richard Avedon, an American photographer. His works celebrated the lives of the famous and the ordinary. You see Marilyn Monroe's captured at her vulnerable moments, Tennesse Williams (whose face I never remembered), Samuel Beckett (one of my favourite playwrights), icons like Hepburn and so on and then you walked on and you see commoners whose lives you don't know (just like the above) being photographed in their grime and dirt. I find this section very fascinating, and kept walking through it. Mostly, I felt uncomfortable looking at these faces, yet at certain moments, there's something tranquil just merely observing. In these potraits he took around the States, his use (or the lack of) of lighting was definitely an interesting idea. His stark potrayal of these potraits simply made it very real, at least for me. It sure made my walk in freezing cold and getting lost while looking for the musuem all the more worthwhile.
Wednesday 21 January 2009
Xmas and New Year 2008/09
Celebrating my first 'white' Xmas
Bob sleighing up at Bad Harzburg
Before Berlin
Schlampe at Capri Bar
Hello 2009! - Berlin 31/12/08
London Jan 09, with Tips and Schitz - good times o'!
J (2nd from left): What's that?
T (1st right) : My new driver
A (2nd right): And why did you bring it to the pub?
Tuesday 20 January 2009
2008-2009
I am still residing in Freetown and have spent few weeks over Xmas and New Year in Europe, which turned out to be an amazing holiday altogether. We spent much time in Bremen with Tim's family, visiting friends and just hanging out. We took a day out and spent it in the snowy hills of Bad Harzburg, a 2 hour drive from Bremen. It was my first Xmas in all of its traditional sense. There was a Christmas tree to cut and decorate, presents to wrap, goose to be roasted, food to salivate over and plenty to drink.
As this was my first winter, white Xmas, there was indeed plenty of hype. Tim and family went through so much to make it all so memorable. On top of that, my mum sent us millions of presents and it nearly took all of us about more than 2 hours for all the unwrapping to be over. New Year was spent in Berlin, shooting firecrackers, playing fussball, drinks loads and plenty of other merry making I must say. The excitement and all that merry making made us really pooped out that we decided to forgo Ryanair's flight and head back to London via Amsterdam via bus. It took us almost 11 hours from the heart of the Dutch capital all the way back to London. In spite of my petite size, sitting on a bus trying to sleep is not such a simple task. Really.
All in all, it was a grand holiday I'd say. Of all the things I remember is the warm fuzzy feeling of sitting around together, laughing and breathing in all the goodness of the season.
As this was my first winter, white Xmas, there was indeed plenty of hype. Tim and family went through so much to make it all so memorable. On top of that, my mum sent us millions of presents and it nearly took all of us about more than 2 hours for all the unwrapping to be over. New Year was spent in Berlin, shooting firecrackers, playing fussball, drinks loads and plenty of other merry making I must say. The excitement and all that merry making made us really pooped out that we decided to forgo Ryanair's flight and head back to London via Amsterdam via bus. It took us almost 11 hours from the heart of the Dutch capital all the way back to London. In spite of my petite size, sitting on a bus trying to sleep is not such a simple task. Really.
All in all, it was a grand holiday I'd say. Of all the things I remember is the warm fuzzy feeling of sitting around together, laughing and breathing in all the goodness of the season.
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