Saturday, 9 August 2008

Bibliotheek heck!


There is no time to chat today, the sun is out and so are all the people. I will let the pictures do the talking about yesterday instead. It was inside the library and this time I got to have a few really good conversations with those who lingered a while.



This is Jean-Leonardo and his friend Safari. They have the official title of 'Most Famous Names Ever' of all the people I have met in Hasselt. They returned with diguises, but I managed to see through their intricate facade. It was interesting to have a perspective on the cultural climate here in Belgium.





Friday, 8 August 2008

Why are there so many good looking people in Hasselt?

This picture makes me melt. We didn’t speak, perhaps because the rain was falling so hard leaving a giant puddle of water on the grass, but I saw you there, the perfect picture of curiousity.

The day was marked by rain. I was dry and warm inside, but those who came prepared presented a colourful backdrop for themselves, a multivitamin rainbow in fact.




Meanwhile I was invited on holiday within the first 30 minutes of being in town. I was thinking Porta Rico could be nice

Perhaps propositions were in the air



But summed up best in this comment


So, why are there so many good looking people in Hasselt? Perhaps there is some kind of screening system at the city gates.

In no particular order, but evidence enough






They even have Eric Cantona working here as a press photographer



This one had me worried until I remembered that this is my first ever trip to Belgium, echos of Broken Flowers?

And my new best friends (because they discovered my weakness for Belgian Nougart)

But the sparkles didn’t stop there



These are my two Belgian Strong-men, available for house moving of all sizes!

There were more to be had in the evening fireworks

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Adios Oostende


This note I forgot to put up yesterday, I love the sentiment that somewhere in Spain someone is waiting. I wonder how long they will wait? I cannot think of a more precious thing than you, waiting for me. Will I know you when I see you? I will go to Spain and ask people who look as if they are waiting, ‘are you waiting for me?’

This is how I travelled to the beach yesterday, I like this shot because despite sitting in a big truck the house looks quite contented, I think this would be a good place to live. Every day you could expect a different view. If you are from Spain perhaps you should note down this number plate.

And here is the famous Drie Gapers (three statues)


Ok, there’s something in common with all these children… what is it?.. can you guess? ey are all freaking me out with their eyes! Yes, I am told that children have the same sized eye balls as adults but it takes another 18 years for their body to grow into them, so in the meantime they freak out adults by having gigantic eyes staring at you.

This is Sophie



And this is Sophie


(Sorry Sophie, but I had to name it something so it only makes sense that it be named after you since you gave her to me – I figure it’s a her by the expression on her face)
Sophie-one stayed for some time taking pictures for her tv channel (though she forgot to tell me which one) and Sophie-two stayed for the long haul, guarding the front entrance from feisty teenagers.

Hit pic for best drawing, I especially like the fact that I am standing up in this picture, perhaps that is why I look so happy.


And here is Lovely Rita. I never got to see her eyes but if her children are anything to go by they are glowing. Rita has seen some interesting things in her life and had some great insights about homeless people in Ostende who seem to be invisible.


Rita's proud car owning son.


This is Matt. He lives in Ostende, or at least has returned to the family home temporarily to save up for travelling. I am not sure if it was him that drew the mouse pictures but I’m sure he’d be proud.



And finally this was the setting for Braakland, a performance in the old docklands. I couldn’t help feeling optimistic about the natural landscape slowly eating up the man-made structure. Nature has an undeniably happy relationship with decay, the brutality of it makes it all the more poignant a transformation.

And that is the end of my time in Ostende. I wonder if Ostende will wait for me?