1. A while ago my mom mentioned that I'm always searching for an ideal city that doesn't exist [as a form of escapism]. For someone who lives in Ljubljana in 2010 and has a functioning brain, I don't think that's so unusual. It doesn't mean, however, that I particularly revel in such thoughts, especially considering [...]
This is the graffiti I miss the most in Ljubljana. There are variations of it - birds in different colors and sizes - all over the city, but this one was special because its home was the Slovenian Philharmonic Hall. They repainted the wall just when we all accepted the bird as something bound to make us smile during our walks by the river. Unfortunately, this is how graffiti are treated here in general.
Upon arriving to the seaside last week after not having set foot there in quite a while, I realized Crikvenica is the only place in the world that I consciously associate with particular smells. Olfaction-wise I've gotten so oblivious to my surroundings that I have trouble naming even one smell reminiscent of Ljubljana, New York or any other city, but Crikvenica is much different.
What marked the day I took this photo the most was an almost philosophical contemplation on whether the hotel I spent that day at is cosmopolitan enough to be likable. They played Gotan Project in the lobby and elevators, but everything else from limited newspaper selection to some of the clientele left me thinking "Is this it?"