Baby on one of our last walks in Dresden before we left for Munich. Our aunt lives in Neustadt, a neighborhood with the most eclectic personality I’ve seen yet! It was one of my favorite cities I’ve visited so far – beautiful, haphazard, yet strangely calm. I could walk to the city center if I wanted to.
Graffiti was everywhere, as were the people, mostly students, sitting on the cobblestones outside bars and clubs. I especially loved this vandalistic philosophical statement.
The view of Prague from Hradkany or Prague Castle, with a little cameo of the Charles Bridge or Karluv Most.
I think my love affair with Prague started with a photo that I saw my sophomore year of high school on a travel poster advertising an Eastern Europe trip. It was Prague, fairy tale-like and sparking in the light of the setting sun. And like the 6 year old I still am, I wanted to see that magic for myself. I had wanted to go ever since, even forgoing a trip to Italy to visit the city of bright red-orange rooftops. Today is roughly the one year anniversary of my trip to Prague, as part of a grander Europe trip so indicative of a high school graduate.
And I love Prague even more now that I’ve been. It’s like an indie band that is beginning to become popular. Not as crowded, not as kitschy, still with that natural fairy-tale like splendor that has not quite yet become geared towards tourists. Although my visit to Europe in a few months is of an entirely different nature – studying in Paris for two months in the fall, I hope to go back to this gorgeous city in the winter for the Christmas markets. For now, I dream and remember.
This feeling can only be described in the collective memory as summer, with all its interchangeable meanings and memories. A few snaps from last weekend and the fam’s mini vacation to Atlanta and our watery walk in Olympic Park. My brother Daniel could not resist splashing around and I could not resist photographing it all. As for myself I am a land mammal, completely averse to swimming or getting wet.
An old post, but I think auspicious enough to inaugurate my new blog, especially since in includes my favorite things: coffee, macaroons and portrait shots.
This, I suppose, is my experiment, phrased in cloudy half-statements: the creation of another world through pictures and sleepy phrases. Like this idyllic evening in Nashville, spent with one of my closest friends. Chain or not, Provence will always remain a favorite for macaroons and new caffeinated creations.