an hour ago I went to the non-stop study room of our university to recharge my notebook and my phone. I took my camera with me and wanted to make some night shoots of the city. on the way I realised that my camera’s battery is also dead, therefore i decided to created a new kind of photography - photographs in words.
1. it is a house, with about 5 floors, but none of them are really visible because of the darkness. except for one little window that from my angle seems like a child’s room. as I was standing relatively close, I was capable of seeing most of the room’s interior. it wasn’t very messy, but just untidied enough to glow the atmosphere of home that I don’t feel from out flat these days. the light was soft and warm, the only thing missing was perhaps a person occupying this little space.
2. as I was passing some very ugly, dirty, yet typically czech restaurant, I saw bushes. these were nothing special as far as bushes in brno are concerned, and if planted in different location I would maybe not notice them at all. they were right next to a busy crossroad, but surprisingly relatively clean and fresh with no dirt from cars constantly passing by. what caught my attention the most was the blueish street light that was falling on the plant’s leaves and giving them kind of sick, alienated and urban look. [I miss this photo not being taken the most]
3. About five male perverts commenting on me on my way to the city. I probably would not take photos of these people, since they were neither interesting as objects, nor the taking photos of idiotic strangers seems appropriate to me.
4. At the traffic lights near česká I met three people. one that I recognized was a music critique that once scolded me and Martin for not being quiet during the performance in philharmonic orchestra. the other two were a couple that I didn’t know. however the girl knew the critique and started a little smalltalk with him. after their ways parted, the couple was walking behind me and talked:
he: who was that
she: that was one local music critique that I know..
he: music critique? that still exists?
she: yes it does
he: didn’t know..
… afterwards I arrived to the study room and met one of the phd students from our department that also has a blog here on tumblr and is reportedly a sort of expert on virginia woolf. the next thing is that the owner of one local bar where my flatmate works apparently has a very weird crush on me and he is constantly asking me out on dinner or drinks. and I am really not the type of person who loves refusing people but in cases like this when it’s necessary, I really struggle with words to be very clear and still kind of polite.