So this is what I stumble upon in my new hood. May it bring typographic joy to you for the weekend.
If you’re another fish in the pond, swimming upside down can make all the difference.
Passing by this Beauty nearly every day now.
Yesterday at the fleamarket I spotted this awesome Volkswagen Bus covered with panini stickers. The owner was thinking about removing Messi, but since there are more Germans than Argentinians, it’s alright for me. So exited to see the final!
I wasn’t on here a while, but I do have a good excuse ( no, not just the soccer ) Although I believed I was a moving expert by now, this big move was a bit heavy. This time, my new home isn’t just two streets over, rather 300km north. But we are slowly settling in and are back on the normal track. However, the first weekend after the move, we had to escape the chaos and visit faraway friends in Tübingen ( that’s where the pictures are from ).We had a picnic by the lake, went to the flea market and ate more than we should have. Well done.
meanwhile making memories.
three weeks to go until I start working full-time again. Gotta make the most of the time left. So I am everywhere but home seeing friends and enjoying my freedom. Took these two bubbly pictures a week ago at the Jazzfestival in moers, we had a blast!
Sicily, a set on Flickr.
I finally managed to upload all my analogue photos from sicily to flickr. It only took me nearly three months. but summer in sicily is so up to date, you should check it out.
some type stuff on my instagram
Leaving always puts me in a melancholic mood.
( Charles de Gaulle airport Paris - 2nd of june, 2014 )
Although I’ve been here a couple of times now and even lived here for a summer, the city keeps changing and I can’t keep track. I quite like being there for the first time every time.
À la prochaine!
last week. hanging round midtown and brooklyn.
off to Paris tomorrow ( I am so lucky ).
a shopping cart full of toys.
Crossed the Atlantic Ocean yesterday. Now checking out what’s new here in good old America.
I wonder if someone wanted to cover this imperfect pavement with this old rug. Why would you? I love every single broken piece of it, but also the colors of both, the street and the rug.
Spent the weekend in the deep south west ( also called home ). Imagine, they collect walnuts there. In fact, people grow all sorts of things. I am somewhat jealous and sometimes wish I had a garden with a walnut tree, too.