will i ever grow up.

song(s) of the day

Posted in links, music, videos by ladybug on September 28, 2011

Two great songs stuck in my head this morning.


a post about art

Posted in Personal stuff, Photography, thoughts by ladybug on September 27, 2011

I don’t understand contemporary modern art, and I’m sure I’m no exception.















Generally museums are located in the best parts of town and offer the best views you can find, so I prefer to look throughout the windows, most of the times the sight is much more interesting than whatever is hanging on the walls. I love to go to Centre Georges Pompidou and look at Paris from high up as much as I love visiting Karlsruhe’s Schloss and lookout to the magnificent gardens from the  narrow windows.





























Don’t get me wrong, I love art (if that alone means anything), but sometimes I’m annoyed by how much trash artists/museums dare to show us down-low human beings. As if someone could shit on a painting (literally) and impress me. I’m not an artist, or at least don’t consider myself to be one (cause the use of the word itself repulses me) but I know when I’m being fooled and brainwashed, thank you.

But besides all this hate, while visiting the Orangerie in Karlsruhe, I stumbled and immediately fell in love with an artist called Guillaume Bresson. His work reminds me of a modern Delacroix.

song of the day

Posted in links, music, Personal stuff, videos by ladybug on September 22, 2011

a post about paris

Posted in Personal stuff, thoughts by ladybug on September 20, 2011

Something mysterious always happens in Paris.

Every time I come here, the same sentence comes back in my little head: “fuck this city, I’m not coming back again anymore for at least 10 years”. Yeah right.

So I was walking in the streets of Paris, beautiful Paris; the weather was okay, but there was something I couldn’t quite grasp. A strange indistinguishable feeling came over me. Why wasn’t I enjoying the oh so loved city of Paris?

Then later at night, I went with some friends to a seafood restaurant in Monmartre; and I was talking to this girl and she asked me why I didn’t like Paris. Suddenly, it clicked. I had the perfect answer. The sentence flashed in my head, as if I was waiting for it all my life, and I said: “Paris has a negative energy.”

It might sound stupid and cliché now, but it felt so right at the moment, and not only did I say it, I also felt it from the bottom of my lungs, if that’s even an expression.

Yep, Paris has definitely a negative energy. It’s something I feel and can’t really describe.

Fuck this city, I’m not coming back again anymore for at least 10 years.

a post about being bias

Posted in Personal stuff, Photography, thoughts by ladybug on September 16, 2011

Today I went to the zoo.

I’m always confused when it comes to zoos. A feeling of culpability takes over me.  I know we probably all have the same questions whirling around in our stupid heads. I hate caged animals. But I love animals. Where else would I see them if not in a cage inside a zoo. Some will tell you that zoos keep certain species from disappearing. Others would tell you they are happier because they always get food on time and they are taken care of. No need to struggle. But what about pollution? What about equality? What about freedom?

I was looking at the sea lions, and one of them was looking back at me. Fixing me. And then I thought maybe she thinks I’m in a cage. How the hell would she know she’s in a cage if she’s never been out of it? So I kinda used a reverse psychology to make me feel better. And I did feel better for a while. Until I saw Simon.

Simon is probably the closest I have ever been to a chimp. Although a glass wall separated us, he was sleeping with his head stuck to the glass and I tried to put my hand on the wall, seeing if he would do the same. But he looked at me with sad half closed eyes and all I could think of at that time was if the glass would break if I punched real hard into it to save my fellow friend or if I did so would he run away to the inside corner of the cage instead of fleeing.

I stayed there for about half an hour. Although the zoo did quite an effort in doing a cage that is relatively quite big, it’s still so hard to see my brother confined inside a cage, dreaming of the lands of Africa. I left just when I felt the tears starting to form in my eyes.

Will I ever grow up?

the grey clouds of Frankfurt

Posted in videos, works by ladybug on September 15, 2011

(Read the post while playing the video. Don’t concentrate on the content on the video; it’s only an emotion I wanted to share.)

I hate banks.

I arrived at Frankfurt airport with no cash no phone and the machine wouldn’t let me withdraw money. My credit card was not working I have no idea why. I started panicking and my throat was tight. I wasn’t producing saliva anymore. I was seeing myself sleeping on the airport floor until someone would be kind enough to lend me money so I could get to my destination, as if that could happen. I even thought of changing my return ticket to Beirut but that would’ve involved money as well. Buying a phone card was also not an option with the 5$ left in my pocket.  Then after some time trying different ATMs while wheeling my suitcase up and down the airport, it finally worked. I booked my train ticket to Karlsruhe and here I am now.

Music by Four Tet – Slow Jam

the post about Istanbul

Posted in Photography, thoughts by ladybug on September 14, 2011

One of the places that striked me the most in my Istanbul voyage was the graveyards around the Pierre Loti hill. The graveyards cover the hill with shading trees, a small path meanders around them and beneath the thousand nested tombs, the Bosphorus glints while the sun sets behind the splendid mosque of Sultanahmet.

Well I lied a little, the sun sets on the other side of the hill, not where Sultanahmet is. But the image is much more romantic this way.


More posts about Stamboul on the way babies.

the no post day

Posted in Personal stuff by ladybug on September 13, 2011

Today is a post about not writing one. I actually started re-using my one year old blog because I wanted to report my everyday trip in Istanbul. Sadly I had no laptop and no internet for reasons I won’t expand about. So I got so angry that I decided that there will be no posts about Istanbul.

Or maybe there will be. Yeah, I’m sure there will.

Can’t resist to my own temptations.


why do old photos look better

Posted in Personal stuff by ladybug on September 7, 2011

I never understood why old photos look better.

Now all our super technological smart phones have camera applications that make the photo look old. The anachronism is rather disturbing. Do old photos  really look better? And if yes, why is that?

So the first thing that comes to my mind is that we take photos to remember moments, and with remembrance comes nostalgia (with time, supposedly). In our collective thinking, nostalgia implies having  fuzzy colors, blurry shapes and the likes in a photo. So basically we accelerate  the time by clicking on an effect that instantly ages the image and brings us back in time straight off. Waiting for the photo to get old is a too long process for us human beings of the 21st century (although digital photos can’t get old, but that’s not the point).

Why go publish a book? It’s a hassle. Instead, let’s start a blog that can be published in a click and can be read instantly by unanimous random people.

Yeah. I should go to sleep.

See you in Istanbul folks. Ouh yeah baby.

Ta ta,

Posted in links, thoughts by ladybug on September 5, 2011

Dear Minister of Telecoms, there’s nothing to be proud of.

But we won’t complain.



By the way,  Istanbul minus 3 days. Yey.