Sans domicile fixe or what do I think about… being homeless.
Maybe not literally homeless (at least not since I managed to find the room). During the last three years of I have lived in three countries, four cities and six flats, not counting all my stays at my parents’ house. And it made me thinking. Am I actually homeless, because I don’t have only one … Continue reading
To look at Rothko or not to look at Rothko. Warsaw
OK, I think I am done with the “Warsaw campaign” posts for a while. Shot in the National Museum, exhibition of, as you probably guessed, Mark Rothko’s artworks.
Neons. Warsaw
Here I am fighting the “Warsaw’s ugly and boring” atitude again. There are some people with good ideas out there. A bunch of them opened the Neon Museum – a place that definitely should be on your “what to do in Warsaw” list. PS Don’t forget to join me on Facebook and Pinterest to stay … Continue reading
The sky over… Warsaw
In 19th century a Polish poet, Stanisław Jachowicz said “Cudze chwalicie, swego nie znacie, sami nie wiecie, co posiadacie” which you could translate literally as “You glorify what’s foreign, you don’t know what’s yours, you yourselves don’t know what you have” or simply as “the grass is greener on the other side”. Well I lived … Continue reading
Portraits. Warsaw
Some of you – those, who visited my facebook profile lately – have already seen this picture: The question is, what’s that, right? Well, last week I was visiting my friends in Warsaw and one of them had a photography project to do. After some brief brainstorming we decided to organize our photo session right … Continue reading
Vertical in the middle. Berlin&Warsaw
February was definitely a good month for me, in terms of travelling. In twenty eight days I have been to Portugal, Spain, Czech Republic, Poland and Germany. Busy time, but I totally loved it. Later, when I already came back to Lisbon, I took a look at the pictures that I took in Warsaw and … Continue reading
Winter in the city. Warsaw
I had some spare time in Warsaw before taking the train to my hometown. It felt strange walking through the streets I know, or maybe “I used to know”, after such a long absence. Anyway, there are a lot of people saying, that Warsaw is ugly. Seriously, guys?
Mishatsky 