Why is the rum always gone …?

When I grow up, I want to be a pirate with an eyepatch and a pipe, a hat and a wooden leg and a parrot sitting on my shoulder, holding a bottle of rum, having tangled hair and wearing a golden earring, knickers and a wide-sleeved shirt; who’s afraid of nothing, loves gambling and has a little girlfriend in every port.
(Le Croisic, 09/07/2009)

Things that make me smile

- Taking a walk on sunday afternoons
- Sunshine
- Play of light and shades
- Live music
- Seeing my friends do something they’re not good at
- Seeing people with multi-coloured hair
- Seeing people with non-conformistic clothes (at whom most people would laugh)
- Beautiful paintures
- New hairstuff like little combs and bows
- Icecream
-  …

Belle Epoque

Muse Sportpaleis

I’ve just come home from Muse and I can’t sleep. Obviously. I’d been dreaming about the last 3 hours for months and now it’s already over! But I’ll remember it and cherish that memory. The way you feel when you’re one with the music and the stadium and which is almost impossible to describe. The moment the music starts and you’re sucked into a second world of magic. A world that disappears when the lights go out and the bands goes off the stage. But at another moment, another day, in another universe, that magic will be intact again.

A pair of scissors is all you need.

Every 6 months or so, I feel the need to get rid of my long hair (once it has reached a respectable length it seems to grow more rapidly … or is that just a dellusion?). It  feels too girly, too plain or I simply want to try something else – preferably something new, original and edgy.
As generally known, women might also get a new hairdo when they’ve had a change in their lives or want that change to come. New haircut, new life? Exciting haircut, exciting life?

I got this ’20’s carré/bob/Amélie Poulain haricut/whatever, which I also like to call the bloggers-bob because many (especially Scandinavian) fashionbloggers have that haircut, although differing in length. I’ve been wanting to try out that style for a long time, and I’m very happy now I’ve finally done it.

My head feels light. I feel free. I feel like conquering the world. Wait and see, you’ll hear from me!

Inspiration folder #2

Black, stars and music. Oh and JD of course.

Something of life-importance.

One of the things I love the most is watching fireworks (as you might already have guessed from my little video of Chopin’s Nocturne). Yesterday I saw what was probably the best and most beautiful fireworks of all fireworks I have seen and ever will see. This weekend we “celebrate” the 65th anniversary of the liberation of our part of the city Antwerp. I even saw a reference to the fighting and shooting in the exploding flowers of light. Also, at most shows like that, the music annoys the hell out of me, but this time the soundtrack suited the show pretty well.

(She’s Lost Control – Joy Division)

Extraterrestrials?

This question came up again today.

I believe they do exist. Somewhere in the universe. In the form of some “being” that is “alive” on some other planet. Maybe they can move around. Maybe they can make noises, maybe they can even think. Maybe they’re no more than unicellulars.

But to think that they would know about our planet and our civilization? Or even have an interest in us?

Nah. That would be arrogant to think.

Personal insiration folder #1

Black lace, flowery prints and silver.

(Franz Ferdinand – Outsiders at T in the Park 2006)

We will be victorious.

On november 2nd I’m going to see and hear Muse in Antwerp. And very unlike me, I already know what I’ll be wearing. All the pieces are some sort of references to the band and its members. Bright light blue trousers, as the drummer (Dom Howard) likes to wear pairs of brightly coloured skinnies himself. Green socks ’cause Matthew Bellamy wore them once on a gig. My shoelaces are rainbow-coloured, as is the cover art of their newest album, “The Resistance”. I’m still looking for the right shirt though …