“Words often betray their own purpose,
obscuring the very thoughts they are designed to express.”
– Francis Bacon
a week surrounded by beautiful old buildings where the merchants and charlatans use to live.
the city of bruges.
now infiltrated with tourists.
where the poor of the past now live in high rise flats.
i watched a carriage with a bored horse emerge from the streets.
streets so clean.
just playing tourist for the day
while looking for scenes to place a dutch spoken word artist for portraits for his website.
There’s something liberating about being on the road. Maybe it’s the thrill of discovering a new dystopia. And so we travel south, where we discover the strange branching formations of the Joshua Tree, with it’s twists and turns. Each tree is like an expression of individuality within the soul. A soul always in the process of coming to be, trying to achieve a new orientation. We are fascinated.
Wardrobe and styling by the magnificent @sydofthesouth of MadElegance.
John Steinbeck said it best in 1953:
“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone. Its houses climb a hill so steep it would be a cliff except that stairs are cut in it. I believe that whereas most house foundations are vertical, in Positano they are horizontal. The small curving bay of unbelievably blue and green water lips gently on a beach of small pebbles. There is only one narrow street and it does not come down to the water. Everything else is stairs, some of them as steep as ladders. You do not walk to visit a friend, you either climb or slide.”
From one cold place to another cold place. People thought we were nuts for wanting to explore a colder place but there were plenty more pros to a low-season jaunt across the sea, which was discovered during a month-long sabbatical to snowy German a few weeks ago. After a crazy year of non-stop shooting, editing and all things related to running a business, we needed to recharge and do something different since it’ll be my only vacation for 2014. As tempting as a sunny paradise seemed, we were drawn more to the castles set up high in the mountains and the giant snow-sprinkle trees in the Black Forest and the Bavarian Alps.
The trip started with an exhausting 25 hour flight, which left me passed out face down at a Turkish Kaffehaus in Berlin shortly after we landed. I was told there were some local students who were filming a skit the entire time my head was in the clouds. To my surprise it was only about 30 degrees Celsius outside, which was a lot warmer than some negative degree Celsius we were expecting it to be. Our itinerary included a day or few spent in each of the following places: Berlin, Cologne, a cliff located near Honau on the Swabian Alb, Baden-Württemberg, Füssen, Berchtesgaden, and back up to Berlin. No matter what part of the country we visited, there were thick layers of history everywhere: from gothic cathedrals to medieval castles and from Baroque palaces to communist-era apartment blocks. We’ll spare the rest of the details and encounters we accumulated for another time, but, despite all the tradition, Germany is a modern country and we managed to finagle invitations everywhere we went to get the real experience.
But now, it’s back to the reality of tight schedules and long nights of editing. To be honest, it has taken several days to recover from the jet lag and settle back into the daily grind for the remainder of this year. We just wanted to take a quick minute to apologize for not remembering to put up our vacation responder during the entire month for those who have tried to reach out to us. We meant no lack of consideration or gratefulness for your inquiries and just wanted to make that clear.
The Kalalau Trail along Nā Pali Coast of Kauai is probably one of the most beautiful trail I have ever hiked. Never have I done a hike quite as strenuous nor one that runs approximately 11 miles (one way) long along the island’s north shore from Keʻe Beach to the Kalalau Valley.
The drive to the trailhead of the trail was lush eye candy. I wish I had taken more photos while on the trail but to be honest, photos don’t compare to actually being there.
The 300-foot cliff that spills straight into a rocky surf was the scariest part of the hike and lucky for us, we came at a good time when the cliffs weren’t slippery.