
If by any chance you're in Wrocław, Poland, tomorrow at 6, come and see my exhibition at 24 Kołłątaja St. You will see how hard it is to take a good picture of a bellydancer.

If by any chance you're in Wrocław, Poland, tomorrow at 6, come and see my exhibition at 24 Kołłątaja St. You will see how hard it is to take a good picture of a bellydancer.

You go through a random door in Wrocław and this is what you find. I think I may find it hard to leave this city.

The best hair colour ever.
I’m overcome with the desire to travel: to find new stimuli, to spread myself around, do more, move more, be more. Wrocław is beautiful and it offers plenty of chances to grow and discover, but somehow doesn’t satisfy just now. I’d like to live somewhere else, learn a new language, make it into a life-changing experience, or just even to have the chance to get up and go somewhere when the mood strikes me. Maybe it’s just that I haven’t really traveled this year; maybe I feel ready to – as it were – take myself to the next level. Hmm.

Revolted or delighted? Hmm.
One of my favourite places ever. The Borough Market is of course disgustingly upscale and so on, but such an abundance of pretty things! Everything looks like a Dutch still life.

One of the first photographs I took with this camera, a long long time ago. Sry for the unintentional religious imagery, only noticed it later. Taken on New Year's Eve, the only one I've ever spent completely alone.

Feeling a bit under the weather today, literally and metaphorically. On this first day of real autumn - an image straight from the heart of summer, two or three years ago. This one was a good summer too - had my first exhibition! Hope this is just the beginning.

I bought this in "Rags to Bitches" in Manchester. Mostly because of the shop's name.