tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88081972011-04-21T20:04:29.019+02:00grand pianos crashing.bruknoreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1115923435871211242005-05-12T20:42:00.000+02:002005-05-12T20:43:55.876+02:00...bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1113662836253900622005-04-16T16:34:00.000+02:002005-04-16T18:50:37.676+02:00the zoo has died for now. something new will appear in time. but ya know, u can get in contact with me here. goodbye sweet internet friends!!bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1113598658196443202005-04-15T22:57:00.000+02:002005-04-15T23:03:18.320+02:00bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1113230845600605812005-04-11T16:43:00.000+02:002005-04-15T16:47:56.910+02:00awwwww.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1112900777214225702005-04-07T21:03:00.000+02:002005-04-07T21:11:57.593+02:00barcelona.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1112739745595949882005-04-05T22:51:00.000+02:002005-04-06T00:22:25.596+02:00barcelona. just got back.there were five of us, and we rented an apartment just east of the center, by the beach. it was one of those trips where the days flew by, and it didn't occur to me until it was over that i spent no time by myself throughout the whole thing. but that was fine, because it was with friends that i hadn't seen, and won't see, for a while. and there were no bad moments - many bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1112118729330425032005-03-29T19:46:00.000+02:002005-03-29T19:52:09.333+02:00i swear there isn't a theme developing here. he's just the only person i've been taking pictures of lately.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1111881992321743582005-03-27T01:04:00.000+01:002005-03-27T01:06:32.323+01:00umm...im playing around with some blog things right now. sidebar and links will be back shortly...bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1111447912855136622005-03-22T00:29:00.000+01:002005-03-22T00:34:49.296+01:00the rain.the bus.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1111351200476109432005-03-20T21:04:00.000+01:002005-03-20T21:40:00.476+01:00london was cold. weather wise. not the people though. while i find the dutch quite nice, they don't approach you on the street. in london i had several random exchanges with people in public. i missed that. bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1110819457228897302005-03-14T17:22:00.000+01:002005-03-27T01:25:59.973+01:00bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1109190020978105792005-02-23T20:48:00.000+01:002005-04-15T17:04:42.060+02:00bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1108850131204853502005-02-19T22:46:00.000+01:002005-03-27T01:29:07.123+01:00this photo was taken last august, out the car window on a ride from my parents place in TinyTown ontario to The Big Smoke toronto. i like how you can see the hay bails in the background. southwestern ontario, ah yea yeah.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1108427866161270402005-02-15T01:29:00.000+01:002005-03-27T01:35:01.676+01:00bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1108210346545220302005-02-12T13:02:00.000+01:002005-02-12T13:12:26.546+01:00can you hula hoop?sarah can. like a pro. i'm only good at doing it around my neck. easier than the hips. you have to rock yer head back and forth really fast and it looks ridiculous.my camera broke two days ago. i'm on a mission to get it fixed.i had an international student party at my apartment on friday. there was seriously like 12 or more different countries represented in my room at one bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107937485925218042005-02-09T09:17:00.000+01:002005-02-09T09:27:13.013+01:00bitterzoet, amsterdam.
that means bittersweet. this bar often has dogs in it. i like that about amsterdam. you see couples walking into restaurants for dinner, and they bring their dogs in with them.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107911328766247772005-02-08T22:06:00.000+01:002005-04-15T17:08:20.286+02:00bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107801716478793472005-02-07T16:49:00.000+01:002005-04-15T17:08:55.040+02:00how magnificently meaninglessbruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107649054505982722005-02-05T21:48:00.000+01:002005-02-06T01:49:48.726+01:00hello you in bushwick.
this is isabella. she's a german superstar. practically.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107375790886383902005-02-02T20:55:00.000+01:002005-02-02T22:01:38.653+01:00
when i was visiting my family over the holidays, i had a dentist appointment with my childhood dentist. i was caught off guard when i walked into his tiny waiting room and it was exactly the same as the last time i had been there, years ago. the exact same toys, and posters on the wall since the 80s. it reminded me of when i visited a cottage that my family used to rent, but had not been to bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107225485585632562005-02-01T01:36:00.000+01:002005-02-01T10:45:17.330+01:00we spent so much time walking down this street last summer. always moving very slowly. him skateboard/walking, me walking/picture-taking. or drooling from the smell of roti. on this street, you end up running into people you know, or you get tempted by the outdoor patios, and usually arrive late to your destination. or get side tracked all together.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107110414813539062005-01-30T19:37:00.000+01:002005-01-30T19:49:57.166+01:00hello dog.amsterdam, today.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1107039227630848062005-01-29T20:16:00.000+01:002005-01-30T01:56:14.306+01:00street photography.
american street photography (mostly from the 1960s-80s) is the current feature at FOAM, the fotographimuseum of amsterdam. i went today, and it was wiiicked! and now i know what i wanna be when i grow up - a street photographer! forget this academic crap, i wanna walk around (and bike, cause i swear half my favourite photos i shot while in motion on my bike) and take pictures. and it would bebruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106946849887260192005-01-28T22:11:00.000+01:002005-01-28T22:14:09.886+01:00this evening...
the mirror project.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106797874189599012005-01-27T01:15:00.000+01:002005-02-01T03:41:04.920+01:00why don't more people double ride bikes? because its illegal and semi-unsafe? maybe. and i guess it also requires a certain amount of vigor... and nerve.
it's so much fun. an experience that is definitely underrated. and when i talk about double riding, i'm not talking about the dutch style (where the bikes are heavy-duty enough to support a person on the back carrier rack). the kind of bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106593517393288382005-01-24T20:05:00.000+01:002005-01-30T01:39:23.950+01:00bathroom self-portraits. yep.there is this feeling that comes with seeing pictures of myself online, that i'm really not sure about. for one, it's an unexpectedly good feeling. i didn't think that i would like it so much. but at the same time, it makes me think about what it means to be "self-absorbed". of course i am concerned with myself. but overly absorbed? i don't think so. but what does that mean anyways? i am bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106594445517322862005-01-24T01:06:00.000+01:002005-01-30T01:45:22.323+01:00
the lines are blurred between my weekends and weeks. only 6 hours of class will do that to you. i want to start going to bed earlier, but i just love the quiet of the night. it's when i think best.
i miss my flatmate. she moved back to barcelona last week. feels very empty here.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106455155539092192005-01-23T01:30:00.000+01:002005-01-23T05:49:05.836+01:00this is a speedy pink bike.
boozey bike rides are the best.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106267501952790502005-01-21T01:12:00.000+01:002005-01-21T01:39:55.910+01:00
i told him that i had a photo where he was smiling. but really, you can hardly see it. but it was there. a big fat grin. he was happy because i let him ride my bike. i mean hold my bike. while i took photos. i pretended to take pictures of the tram but really was trying to get one of him. smiling.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106186144383597892005-01-20T01:31:00.000+01:002005-01-20T02:55:44.383+01:00
my street. it's great after the rain. so many reflections, lights, colours.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106142957290045742005-01-19T14:47:00.001+01:002005-01-19T14:59:13.250+01:00girls on bikes.
flashy pants are all over amsterdam. and flashy bikes. some decorated with flowers. some covered in junk. and i gotta get some pictures of people biking in the rain - while holding an umbrella, a case of beer on their front rack, grocery bags strapped over their handle bars, and a kid or two in tow.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1106105666996018902005-01-19T01:12:00.000+01:002005-01-23T06:11:45.826+01:00it's raining men in amsterdam tonight. and hailing. gotta bike with yer head down and avoid the ping ping ping on yer face.
there is this amazing east coast canadian movie entitled new waterford girl, set in 1970's small town nova scotia. there is a scene where a new girl who has just moved to town is being accosted by a group of regular townies. they are giving her a hard time, and trying bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105842773072719862005-01-16T01:26:00.000+01:002005-01-29T03:47:46.030+01:00blues.central park, summer 2004.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105659965542548592005-01-14T00:14:00.000+01:002005-01-14T00:49:27.113+01:00playing with pigeons.yesterday. dam square, amsterdam.
at one point, his father actually put bird food on his head.
i like his puffy snowsuit.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105582889361978702005-01-13T01:24:00.000+01:002005-01-13T03:38:36.240+01:00viva la bicycletta.
i spent the entire day biking around amsterdam. i was away for 3 weeks, and i didn’t realize how much i missed biking until i came back and went for a ride.
it's definitely a mood-booster to zip around a city on a bicycle...being surrounding by other cyclists, double riding couples...
parents carrying kids (sometimes 2 or 3) on their bikes....
when i was in toronto over the bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105469173060362232005-01-11T18:22:00.000+01:002005-01-11T19:46:13.060+01:00clicking while waiting.this was taken last week in union square, nyc.
i saw adults behaving badly on the airplane. as the food cart was moving down the aisle, a man tried to reach out and grab (steal) a booze bottle...and then the whole tray fell out and made a loud clank. oh shit. the same man stole food off the plate of the sleeping guy next to me. hah.
i was a bit the envy of the airplane when i pulled outbruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105406046663061162005-01-10T22:58:00.000+01:002005-01-11T19:53:16.073+01:00dance with yer bike.the word for bike in dutch is fiets (pronounced feets). and cyclists are called fietsters. i like that.
bicyclemark said he wanted to see her dance. watch the stage scene from Napoleon Dynamite, all of Flash Dance, and every dance routine that John Travolta ever did, all the while picturing a really gorgeous girl doing it, who pulls out moves like the running man and slaps an ass (mine) likebruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1105390752373362092005-01-10T21:54:00.000+01:002005-01-10T22:02:48.350+01:00we bike. then we walk. then we drive.
he does smile. just never when a camera is pointing at him.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104875033626430912005-01-04T16:04:00.000+01:002005-01-04T22:43:53.626+01:00brooklyn goes to harlem.i made friends in harlem.
i think i will do a harlem photo essay soon.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104726998627815272005-01-02T23:51:00.000+01:002005-01-26T17:59:17.493+01:00smells like hot nuts.
apparently, you are not permitted to take photos in new york subway stations or on trains anymore, due to "heightened security measures throughout the transit system".
but i did. and then the ticket agent came running towards me.
no, he didn't.
new york is the place to buy sneakers.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104613493947028442005-01-01T13:49:00.000+01:002005-01-01T22:25:55.743+01:00monochromatic girls.not a new years eve party. this was taken last summer.
this however, was taken last night during my new years-celebrating where i fell asleep at 11 pm, woke up 10 minutes before midnight, then back to sleep by 1 am. sometimes you just can't get up.
happy new years ya'll. it's 2005 now....
chromeo is in control.bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104374556887451502004-12-29T21:16:00.000+01:002005-01-01T22:19:32.636+01:00leaving. because cheap airlines are good for that.i'm leaving petrolia tomorrow. goodbye family and tiny town. and mountains of snow. and pickup trucks. and cupboard full of baked goods and boxed chocolate.
off to toronto, then to new york, back to toronto, then to amsterdam. i really can't wait to get back there...
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104252574245444482004-12-28T17:40:00.000+01:002004-12-29T06:52:06.890+01:00my favourite xmas pic.this is my fav christmas pic. my girl isis. and her christmas tree with little disco balls. she's wearing the crown that comes inside those christmas crackers. you pull each end and end up with a bang, a toy, a crown, and the worst joke ever.
but isis, she's got spirit. not just for xmas, but in general. she makes the most brillant greeting cards....like she found these old holiday cards bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104133517591785702004-12-27T08:32:00.000+01:002005-01-26T17:53:40.356+01:00holidays on ice.oh it feels nice to talk on the phone and not have the money ticking away per minute, which makes every phone call a rushed one...as it is in the netherlands. tonight i was talking to a friend in new york while my family was getting into the sauce, in holiday-celebrating tradition.
my mom is funny when she's boozey, and tonight, she's damn boozey. she asked who i was talking to, and i said bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104135164682545472004-12-22T11:06:00.000+01:002004-12-27T09:12:44.683+01:00the white stuff.this is what the bikes in toronto look like. i flew to toronto just in time for the big storm. and my sneakers aren't cutting it (the sidewalks and intersections are extremely slushy). i think i'm gonna have to stay in doors and drink toddies.
bruknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808197.post-1104116252495052352004-12-15T02:07:00.000+01:002005-01-26T17:55:13.680+01:00squat bar.
dutch class gets out. i had plans to go home and finish an essay. when i have these type of plans, they seem to get broken quite often. well, not always broken, but just altered...postponed.
and that's exactly what i did - postponed my study plans until after the bar (cause it's really easy to come home after drinking beer and dive right into essay writing, isn't it? no, it's not...but bruknoreply@blogger.com