Grey Like Old Stone

Actually I’m not that grey.

Especially when I’m laughing my head off.

The benefits of having my Boyfriend as a photographer - I'm entertained. :)

Are you craving a strange-embarrassing fact? Just look at this top. It says: „Bitchin' frosty time to ride”. Now what the flipping hell does that mean? I got it in a Chinese shop and they often print nonsense on their t-shirts, and I bought this one partly because I was so perplexed by the slogan accompanied by a pretty flower... Odd.

Strange fact Number 2: Have you noticed these statues I'm posing by being sort of similar to each other? (Apart from them being rather creepy if not downright scary.) That’s because the artist used the same model for all 6 characters in the group.

The statues actually commemorate the 1514 peasant’s revolt in Hungary, led by György Dózsa (whose head is adorned by a pigeon at this very moment). This revolt, as all of the revolutions in Hungary’s long and turbulent history, was brought down cruelly but remembered fondly. Peasants marching against their almighty lords only carrying weapons fashioned from what they worked with, clothed only in thin linen, wearing no shoes…

They weren't heroes, just everday people who had a very hard life, and I’m sure they looked much more normal and nice than these statues. Imagine different shapes, not only this doorframe largeness, but slight and thin men too, imagine dainty noses, as well as very crooked ones, imagine tall men with huge curly hair, small guys with piercing blue eyes and winning smiles… They must have been like all the men today who we walk past on the streets. Or those who stand up and fight against inequality and suppression still, in 2011.

Yes, these statues might be quite ugly, not very well executed, but they make me think and imagine the people behind the story and they make me think of all the men and women who fight for their liberty today. So I like them.

Wearing: trousers: handed down, top and shoes: Chinese shop, Sunglasses: New Yorker

Madeline by the Sea

The Franz Josef walkway connects the villages around Opatija, winding around the rocky coastline, right above the waves. A truly magical walk that makes you feel you are transported to another time.

Dress and belt H&M

This necklace is a piece of stone I picked up last year on Cres, an island near Opatija. It has a very convenient hole running through the middle of it, so it makes for a great pendant.

I had a great time shooting these pictures with the sea lapping behind me and only two old ladies as an audience. Uhm, one of them topless.
As you often find with old-fashioned resorts, they are often stuck in time, and usually some parts of them are stuck in a nostalgic haze of the 19th century, while another is stuck in the 1970s or something. Well, that's where topless old ladies spring forth from. :)

The sea is eternal though, it was there to enjoy for Franz Josef, the emperor of Austro-Hungary, and his wife, the legendary Sissy, it was there when the topless old lady was a topless young chick and sipped retro Yugoslav drinks beside it. I hope it will be there for a long time for all of us to enjoy. :)