Um best joke this century!
Um best joke this century!
It Should Happen to You, 1954. Not long ago, people lived in small, tight communities, where anybody had a name and was recognized according to his skills. Not the case anymore. In the big city where tens of thousands of people have the same job as you, and do it just as well, figure out how you can make your name stand out.
I remembered this movie and watched a few key scenes yesterday to refresh my memory. At a first glance it looks quite naive, a silly dreaming girl and her foolish dreams, having uncertain ideals and, most of all, believing in herself regardless of what others think. Well, it is all that, but it’s also a good portrayal of the individual in a large scale society.
Gladys puts her name on the biggest billboard in town. Nice shapes lacking the actual content. That’s celebrity. That’s advertising. That should happen to the best of us. This is a good movie.
This is a picture of Marilyn taken in 1953, while shooting How to marry a millionaire. The interesting fact about this is that it was taken by a Romanian photographer/producer, named John Florea. Born American, but the name still says it all.
With all these beautiful autumnal colors around me I’m taking a break from winter drawing.
I’ve been drinking black tea and listening to Renan Luce songs all day. One of my neighbours came by to census register my household in the afternoon. I didn’t know she was living across the street, but somehow she knew my name and who I was. That was odd, but cute nonetheless.
For the rest of the day I’ve only been drawing kids in pyjamas. I love pyjamas!! And here’s another work in progress from my winter illustrations collection.
I’ve been drawing a lot of winter-related stuff lately, due to the cold weather. Here’s one work in progress that gives me a warm, wintery feeling. I can’t really remember my last Christmas, but this year I’m going to visit grandma and we’ll knit gloves and socks all day long. Can’t wait for the holidays and it’s only October.
How time flies! Three years ago this time I was in Brussels with a bunch of young journalists from all over Europe doing some workshops at the European Parliament. I got to write a few articles for Europolitan, this women’s mag that we put up in just three days and even appeared on its cover… grrr!
It was my first time abroad by myself and I wasn’t feeling well in my shoes. The first night I even cried on the phone talking to Monsieur, telling him that I wanted to come back home. Little did I know back then that I was going to return and spend a full year in Belgium. Now it’s like my second home and I think about returning there sometime. So, today I sketched some typical dutch houses. They are adorable little pieces of jewellery, have a look at the bricks and Art Nouveau mix when you’re in Brussels next time!
Just a side note in the end. For me, October seems to be that time when you feel like changing something, like your hair style. Three years ago I wore bangs and now I got them again. They still look bad me..
Bird houses for rent until spring. In downtown Gent.
The color version of my eskimo kiss drawing. Acrylic on glossy paper.
Autumn, another thing about to extinct.
For me, the best thing about winter is eskimo kissing. You can do it all year round, but when it’s so cold and you feel the warm breath of your boyfriend all the problems in the world disappear into a tender moment.
So, this is me and Monsieur spreading love. As you can see I have finally cut my hair… and I hate it :))
Lovely cyclist on a chill day of spring in Maastricht.
Hi there, I’m Fatty! I’m a curious cat. I eat news and gossip for breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between. It’s my apetite for information that’s got me this fat. So, just out of curiosity… got any food?
There was a time when I was cooking. And we were eating out, by the dried lake. We would lay in the grass for a while, then walk a little. We would spot and pet all the cats in the city and perhaps play some ping pong. We would get bored, but what a nice boredom.
There was a time when I was wearing scarves.