A few days ago my favourite pair of jeans just decided to rip apart. At first I thought I had only managed to tear off one of the belt loops, but when I wanted to fix this today I discovered there was a whole lot of damage I can’t fix with some simple stitches.
Most of my clothes are rather old, many of them starting to come apart these days. I hope I’ll manage to find some worthy replacements – on the long run I want nothing but comfortable, flattering, versatile pieces in my wardrobe.
In other words, I spent half my weekend lying on my stomach in a gym hall (cue the awkward moments of Mestres almost tripping over me) and crouching between the legs of people standing in the roda to capture some cool workshop moments. Well, okay, sometimes I was standing on a bench as well.
I’m quite happy with the results. I had a lot of fun tinkering with the pictures and discovered how well capoeira and black-and-white photography go together.
A preview of what you’ll find on my photo blog these days. Please do not modify or re-upload on other pages and only share with proper credits (= link to my photo blog and adding a note like “by Starfishskies Photography”).
A few days ago the weather seemed to be fine and sunny. I started walking over to the mall a few streets away, when suddenly a rain drop fell on my forehead. I looked up – and just that moment a lightning bolt flashed right above me. It was a somewhat confusing experience. On I went shaking my head, when suddenly a heavy torrent of rain and moments later also hail came pouring down, accompanied by a rather stormy breeze. When I tried to hold the hood of my anorak (waterproof, luckily) in front of my face to protect my eyes from flying hailstones the cold rain poured into my sleeve. Wait, so the hail is blown in one direction and the rain in the other?
All the sudden changes in the weather tend to give me a headache. Today I decided to get a pain killer from the kitchen and ended up opening the fridge instead of the medicine cabinet.
This is a Finnish song the choir of my school used to sing, but I never had seen the music sheets for it as it wasn’t sung anymore when I finally joined the choir for a short while. So I never knew how to write the title or the line I remembered; I wasn’t able to find it on the internet – but still its beautiful melody and some vaguely remembered fragments of words came to haunt me every now and then. Thanks to the wonders of social media some former choir members I’m still loosely in touch with finally dug up this Youtube video:
I guess I’m the only person who manages to make chocolate cookies that don’t even taste like chocolate. Not enough cocoa, no cocoa butter, and too much baking soda turned my little experiment into fluffy banana bread with shredded coconut. I have no clue where the chocolate chips went, they were in the dough when I put the cookies in the oven! I think this for once deserves a hashtag – #PaleoFail.