I just saw the most amazing video over at swissmiss. An elderly couple who if you walked by them on the street, you'd have no idea about their love/obsession about art.
Herb & Dorothy Vogel have since the 60's been huge art connoisseurs and chances are they've seen more art than the average family watches tv. Also, they've collected so much of it that they've had to fill every inch in their apartment, even stuff it under the bed.
Megumi Sakasi has made a documentary about these two who share a passion greater than any limits. This is a movie I can't wait to see.
Also, it reminded me that everyone you walk by on the street might have a story that would blow your mind had you known it.
torsdag 27 november 2008
tisdag 25 november 2008
I ♥ My Grandma!
My grandma turned 89 on the 23rd this month. 89 years. She's been through a world war, communism, raising a family and she's still going strong.
2007 Grandma Elizabet.
My grandparents stayed behind in Hungary when my parents decided to try their luck here in Sweden. We had spent the first four years of my life all living together in a small apartment in Hungary so naturally I grew very close to my grandparents, especially my grandmother. To make parenting easier and because we all missed eachother so much, my grandparents used to come and stay with us for a couple of months a year.
We always had routine, grandma and I. Nobody was allowed to tuck me in before bed but her. And nobody could tell the stories about the adopted piglet "Raisin" and his shenanigans as good as her. Before grandma started telling a story she'd always let me choose if Raisin was going to be good or bad. Depending on my choice, she'd make up a story that always included a sensmoral. How I loved her stories. And she always made sure I understood what it was that Raisin had done that was either good or bad.
My father tried to make her stop telling the stories once but that just made it impossible for them to put me to bed. My mother told me years later that the reason for that was because when my grandparents had gone back to Hungary, I always ended up rejecting his versions of the Raisin stories and he just couldn't live up to grandma's storytelling skills.
1978 Grandma Elizabet and I.
I'm too old for bedtime stories these days, but I'm pretty sure my sense of right and wrong was developed during those evenings with my grandma, and for that I will always love her.
2007 Grandma Elizabet.My grandparents stayed behind in Hungary when my parents decided to try their luck here in Sweden. We had spent the first four years of my life all living together in a small apartment in Hungary so naturally I grew very close to my grandparents, especially my grandmother. To make parenting easier and because we all missed eachother so much, my grandparents used to come and stay with us for a couple of months a year.
We always had routine, grandma and I. Nobody was allowed to tuck me in before bed but her. And nobody could tell the stories about the adopted piglet "Raisin" and his shenanigans as good as her. Before grandma started telling a story she'd always let me choose if Raisin was going to be good or bad. Depending on my choice, she'd make up a story that always included a sensmoral. How I loved her stories. And she always made sure I understood what it was that Raisin had done that was either good or bad.
My father tried to make her stop telling the stories once but that just made it impossible for them to put me to bed. My mother told me years later that the reason for that was because when my grandparents had gone back to Hungary, I always ended up rejecting his versions of the Raisin stories and he just couldn't live up to grandma's storytelling skills.
1978 Grandma Elizabet and I.I'm too old for bedtime stories these days, but I'm pretty sure my sense of right and wrong was developed during those evenings with my grandma, and for that I will always love her.
lördag 22 november 2008
First snow..
Yesterday the first trembling snowflakes graced us with their beauty. And even though this usually means a whole lot of chaos (our city is NEVER prepared for snow even though it happens every year) and a whole lot of slush -it still puts a smile on my face.
Living on the southern tip of Sweden we do get the longest hours of sunlight per day (compared to the northern parts), the downfall of living in the south is that it's usually too warm and it melts too fast. So basically our winters are just grayness layered with the occasional sunny day. Snow brightens up everything and makes the darkness of winter so much easier to handle.
I'm crossing my fingers this winter.. let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Living on the southern tip of Sweden we do get the longest hours of sunlight per day (compared to the northern parts), the downfall of living in the south is that it's usually too warm and it melts too fast. So basically our winters are just grayness layered with the occasional sunny day. Snow brightens up everything and makes the darkness of winter so much easier to handle.
The view from my balcony.
Naturally the rest of the evening was spent listening to cheezy christmas music while putting up the christmas decorations.
I'm crossing my fingers this winter.. let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
fredag 21 november 2008
I ♥ Internet!
I love the internet.
Internet lets me follow a train of thought just as quickly as my brain can process the input. In the "old days" you'd have to go to the library to find inspiration but even then you'd have to know what to look for. Internet on the other hand lets you start at one thought and end up with something completely different.
For instance, I woke up far too early tonight and couldn't fall back to sleep. So I turn my laptop on and found the final episode of That 70's Show on some internet tv site. In the final minutes they play a beautiful song called Thirteen by Big Star. When I googled Big Star I came across their album cover "Radio City" which had been shot by William Eggleston.
So within an hour I've seen the final episode of a tv show, heard a beautiful song in it's original form and been introduced to an amazing photographer.
Håkan Hellström's version of 13
Big Star's album cover "Radio City" 1974
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