coast in december

spring after a long winter is what you can find by the sea. even though it's december. landscape of colours and light that you'd have never imagined. suddenly out from what is supposed to be a chilly weather, a very sunny time

right out of your place a heap of lumber, freshly cut. 

and away from that place little gardens climbed up on vertical house walls

light going out at night, light casts the morning after filtered through the closed window

and light during the day, during an everlasting sunset,

with californian palm trees and everything

but actually, it's just the same old place. 

your same old place.

the mountains are behind us

as every winter I like going some weekdays among the mountains and this year it's been really infrequent because of my being abroad.
but I always have, a couple of days, to go there every season and this is probably the first time I took some pictures.
and this is maybe because I'm not leaving in this country anymore, so I want to keep this memory with me. or with my camera at least.


slim trees just to watch and white white snow just to mirror your shape in. and a forties tiny chalet by a design master. this is definitely one of my favourite spots in the world.
enjoy with friends.

around the east midlands

Black rubbish bags look like men:

fog conceals everything.

Children are having a sausage roll for breakfast, walking.

It's Sunday

Outside it's raining

and I'm listening to the perfect music to go:

some surfing mood music

with 70s riffs

walking in Leicestershire's streets

A steep steeple peeps out from flat department stores,

silent, naked, ancient,

it's trying not to sink

in a loud crowd of slogans and signs 

and bricks with imperfections stand one on the other.

I love the suburbs:

they reveal the true side of a place

and its true colours

and I found myself dreaming,

between golden paper strips,

and sprigs

of thyme

To come back home it's time

latte by latte

these days are made to stay in, drinking something warm, drying from the showers out there.



hopkinson is a nice place in notts station area, quite nice to go for a saturday breakfast, or to just buy an old piece of second hand stuff, like pottery, books.. even the chairs are on sale. I had some crumpets and my friends the classic english breakfast, all prepared by the weird vintage lady behind the counter.

the night solution is probably to have a warm dog at blue monkey brewery in beeston. but this time I went for a local beer tasting tray.

when you've got all the day to spend around the city you really can afford to move from a boutique to the art gallery before the end of the matinée. I've even stolen a couple of shots from Paul Smith's original showroom (actually Paul's former house). that's because you're not really allowed to take pictures in this place, they're kind of scared that someone could steal the ideas. but they let me go for these.