grasswire

Yesterday we passed a circus that has stirred a lot of interest among Kamnik’s smallest inhabitants. You should have heard Tamara’s excitement when she spotted one of the camels. Apparently, this circus was really made to make people happy regardless of their age - I for instance was thrilled to get an unexpected motif for my photo project on circus posters. Here are some sample images of the project.
   

I am still considering the possibility of doing a bit of hand colouring on the finalised prints, perhaps just a detail here (like on the last thumbnail) or there but at the moment, I’m leaning more toward pure black and white. Any comments on this are appreciated.

Had a lovely, relaxing (and hot) Friday afternoon in Ljubljana with my girls which we concluded with a cold drink in a relaxing atmosphere of Slovene ethnographic museum cafe. The number was just around the corner.

It was about time my friends, for a little drowning by numbers. To tell you the truth, I would have taken the shot without numbers as well, I like the parallel colour planes and grids.

I’m number two. Today’s number comes from a McDonalds ad in Ljubljana. Don’t know if this was a work of local adbusters or just high school kids killing time, but the subversion came out nice. Made me remember the advertising rule we were taught, that people only remember the first one, the winner, the largest etc. Like most people would remember Neil Armstrong but not know the name of Buzz Aldrin, the second person to walk on the moon. There is another possible reading to the number, to give “two” in Slovene slang means to break-up with someone…
Talking about visual subversions, click here to check out this scene from the flea market that can be read as a nasty comment on the pope, although I do onder if the guy actually noticed this juxtaposition :)

I guess you didn’t think that there were no numbers in Macerata :) The number I’ll remember most will probably be thirteen because I learned in Macerata why it is considered to be unlucky number. According to a certain book on Italy (under section superstitions), it said that the number equals the apostles plus Jesus - with a traitor among them, i.e. the bad luck and the rule of not sitting thirteen people at the same table. Mind you, the superstition section of the book was mere one page while insults in the phrases section took almost four pages, neatly arranged according to references to body parts, animals etc.

While browsing through 1930’s Slovene amateur photographers magazine I spotted an add for the most unusual prize game. You would have to bring two 100 Dinar banknotes with serial numbers from which you could “compile” number 24 and you would win Agfa box camera. Nice.
I would however suggest a reverse game – I will give you two 100 Dinar banknotes from 1930’s if you give me the Agfa box camera :)) Yes, yes, it’s all about home-made lenses. Will definitely have to buy old cameras through eBay, the guy on Kamnik’s flea market wanted outrageous 120€ (!!) for an old Kodak that one could get online for max 20€.

Of course, the pic also counts as number twenty four.

Drove to Vienna today to get our visas. Must admit this is a curious concept – you have to make over 700km before you even start your trip. Anyway, there will be no tacky tourist photographs here (well, you might have guessed that already), today’s treat is Vienna by numbers, tomorrow you will see some familiar black eye shots and grasswire themes.

Click here to see Part one and Part two of the lucky combination. If you use it as a lottery ticket and win, you are kindly requested to share at least a symbolic part of your newly acquired wealth with grasswire. 

Just another numbers curiosity, the number of my parking was the same as the cost of visas: thanks god I parked at the first and not at the third or fourth floor :)

Seventeen definitely isn’t the number of deep sighs and slow inhales I made during our visit to one of Tamara’s grandmothers although the pic was taken during the visit :)
Incidentally, the filename of this pic is IMG3317.
Anyway, beware of numbers and don’t let them become your obsession, they have ruined many good men and women.

I spent the last two days without my glasses - I was a bit clumsy and than gravity did the rest. It was a strange feeling, walking around and seeing the world slightly out of focus. And even more interesting to take photos - I just framed and press the button. It was only after I took a photo, that I was able to see the image clearly on camera’s screen.

But I was nevertheless able to notice this tiny material evidence of the turbulent history of Piran. BTW, I found several groups on Flickr that collect sequential numbers. What weirdos :))

Number three on the way to our local bakery whose evening selling of fresh bread and other baked goodies is partly responsible for increased body weight of some of our neighborhood’s residents. As for PB, one of my favourite pastries are Chelsea buns – well, admittedly, I only ate a few of them but they are one of the nicer memories of Cambridge. If you are ever in Cambridge, there is this nice bakery on Trumpington street…