When Before Sunrise came out in 1995 I watched it countless times, I was so absorbed by their conversations and their searching souls looking for answers in every part of the world. Young people trying to figure things out, questioning and analysing every bit of reality and what’s to come, and this was very me back then, mid 90′s – always with thoughts that no one had patience to listen to. Somehow I felt connected to this movie and was very inspired by the characters and the environment.
By chance, this american guy and french girl meet on a train in Europe and end up spending the night together in Vienna, but ‘spending the night’ meant spending the few hours they have together walking, talking and discussing things that people seem to have forgotten as topics. It’s all very Woody Allen, the perfect film if you ask me.
Anyway. This was 1995 and the years have passed and I forgot about this movie, until Jonas told me he found a film called Before Midnight starring Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. It all sounded very familiar of course and after a quick google-attack we realised they did not only film a sequel, this was actually the 3rd one, and the sequel is called Before Sunset.
This trilogy is so brilliant. It’s basically the same couple and their life story captured with 9 long years between each film. We watched all three of them, and then we watched them again, because I realised that my thoughts haven’t changed much since 1995 and this is very me and Jonas right now 2013. It’s amazing to see how the same couple have developed and still share the same passion for life and both Hawke and Delpy have managed to act in such a convincing and realistic way, it’s very impressive. The same questions are still there and it just shows how life, no matter how old you get, will always be filled with things to understand and figure out. You learn a lot along the way but unless you are open to see what’s going on around you and evaluate things, it gets dull, and the truth is that life is not dull – only if you choose to see it that way.
Like I mentioned before, it’s very Woody Allen but the actual director is Richard Linklater. What a genius.
My heart melts when I see things from Indiska, that shop means so much to me, although it sounds weird at first, but to think that it was my very first job after I finished school, moved to a new town and found myself loving the atmosphere to a point where I actually said no to the design school I was accepted at. Yes it sounds so stupid, but I will never regret those 3 years at Indiska because of the amazing people I met, one of them especially, but unfortunately God needed him early so I hope he is resting in peace right now, without pain. I honestly don’t think I would have learned more at that school, it was a life-lesson for me at the shop, for the simple reason that I was a late bloomer so to speak, and the people I worked with helped me so much in terms of life experience rather then what might look good on your CV. Some important lessons are not finished with a degree, it’s just there for you to know and keep for life.
That was a lot of thoughts, here are two plates that got my attention. Yup. Two plates and I went on a trip down memory lane ;o)
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What do I wish for this year?
So many things, but often I see things in shops or online, or even someone wearing something like a clutch or statement necklace, but how do you explain to your loved ones when they ask? 'Ehm yeah, that thing I saw the other day, on someone who was next to me in the coffee shop...'
I know, Aidens list is far ahead of mine and we said we won't buy gifts between us grown-ups, but every year I still wish for things. Little bit of a greedy person yes I'm sorry.
I'd like some icons in the form of paintings, statues, jewellry, anything. Vintage style. Also, scented candles are always welcome and so are artsy notebooks and perfumes. The CH above smells delish! Maybe some nice warm slippers would be good too!
This week was very hectic with family visiting and too much of everything in terms of food, wine etc, but it was nice and my favourite part was dining in Valletta. There's nothing like the capital city in the evening, I find it completely magic! I can't describe the feeling, it's almost like travelling back in time, seeing all the beautiful buildings lit up, the narrow streets and a kind of quietness even though there's plenty of buzzing wine bars and people around. The whole city breathes of art, culture and beauty. My favourite place to go for dinner is Trabuxu Bistro - a great mix of artsy atmosphere and amazing food, and a few steps away from their wine bar, where you can go for a drink afterwards.
This is meant for kids. Boys to be precise...I still like it and think it would look super cool as a hand luggage when travelling.
More of these fun designs at French Blossom (I found my French Blossom LaLé phone cover in Stockholm, Gamla Stan)
On the last day of our holiday I was desperate to find a book to read on the car and plane ride home, so Jonas went through some old ones he found at his mums place in Sweden, and suggested 'The shadow of the wind' by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. I started reading and now, 2 weeks later, I'm only half way through. Not because I'm a slow reader or because the language is in fact quite advanced, filled with metaphores and references, but because I really don't want it to end. It's the kind of book that takes you to another world and because it's so far away from todays rushed lifestyle and social media obsession, it makes me appreciate so many other things, makes me forget all about facebook and trendy celebrities.
It's simply a good healthy reminder of the importance of history, culture and the beauty of patience, and although I'm no fan of Barcelona as a city, the author creates an attractive picture of the streets and piazzas even though they often appear as dark and dirty. It's interesting and filled with laughs, horror and love.
This is what you find on the back of the book:
'Hidden in the heart of the old city of Barcelona is 'Cemetery of Forgotten Books', a labyrinthine library of obscure and forgotten titles. To this library, a man brings his 10-year-old son, Daniel, one cold morning in 1945. Daniel is allowed to choose one book and from the dusty shelves pulls 'The Shadown of the Wind' by Julian Carax.But as Daniel grows up, several people seem inordinately interested in his find. What begins as a case of literary curiosity turns into a race to find out the truth behind the life and death of Julian Carax and to save those he left behind'