One of those things which is just as hard in the morning as you’d envisaged it would be in the evening is waking up at 7 AM after you’ve consumed copious amounts of French rosé. Also, let me here mention the fact that I belong to the Jeremy Clarkson school of thought which considers rosé…
Evenings on the Seine
It took me ages to start this piece, as I was harbouring a vain hope that there is still something that has not been said about the banks of the Seine in Paris, something that has not yet been laid down in a novel, a poem, an essay, a travel blog, a column of fashion…
The Art of French Gardening
I’ll spare you the suspense: this entry will contain absolutely nothing about real French gardening, which has always seemed to me a rather typically French and also ultimately futile attempt at rationalizing the environment. The ordered geometry of nicely trimmed hedges and strategically placed decorative fountains is alright, but somehow fails to lift the soul…
Arad 50/mm Continued
The first Arad 50/mm installment was a bit of a Schrödinger’s cat of intentions situation, so I can proudly declare that I really meant the second one, as a sort of late spring follow up to the late autumn edition. I also decided to try and take some snaps of my nieghbourhood, which, since I…
Retro Slovenia and Some Thoughts About Why I Take Pictures
I was recently faced with several people who, upon hearing that I like to take pictures, looked at me with a friendly smile teetering between pity and condescension: you see, they never take pictures, like, never. It has never crossed their mind to buy a camera, and they don’t even use their phone to snap…
An Apology to Roses
I usually start getting hysterical that autumn is almost here as soon as the lilac blooms over. Yes, the lilac, yes, that’s early May, yes, summer hasn’t even officially started yet, nor has spring actually come into its full rights. But somehow as soon as the lilac season is over I feel that the best…
Strange Things: Agnes Obel @ Akvárium
I tend to take pride in the fact that I’m good at picking concerts. There was of course a period when hardly any noteworthy acts graced Budapest with their presence, so it was not so much a matter of choosing something, but of being there when anything happened. These days, however, the club scene is…
Your Ruins to the Right of Me- Discovering Népsziget
Since it transpired that we’ve summited almost all of Buda’s many hills we decided it was time to turn our attention to other places of interest such as, let’s say, islands. Though, as previously specified, of those there are only three in Budapest and we’ve been to all of them, although Csepel has sadly gone…
Barlove: Fábrica Coffee Roasters
Finding good coffee in a foreign town is never easy. You may look at your map, see a lot of little cups marking the spot here and there and go: how hard can it be? Well, very hard. There are three basic possibilities: the coffee capital, such as Berlin or London, where there are so…
Summoning the Light: Sóley @ A38
I had sat down in front of the computer intent on writing this review as quickly as I could, riding the wave of fresh impressions, which usually work best- the more you think about the concert the more it will become something you remember, instead of something you experienced. And we all know memory can…
Pocket Diary Budapest 