Bineînțeles că primul lucru despre o țară despre care nu știi nimic înainte de a o vizita îl afli cînd cobori deasupra ei. Forma pămînturilor, cum sînt delimitate, cum se văd orașele, casele, străzile,

Happiness is a bitch. Happiness is a beach in a city you visited because you had to, but didn’t even care to find out the slightest thing about, before going there. Happiness is a beach of many golf-like

It is only natural to hear seagulls in Aarhus - they have sea, here. We can here them back home in some cities that are hundreds of kilometers away from the sea - almost in spite of us, the city dwellers

It's the same sense of freedom that makes the birds float along the train tracks, in Braşov trainstation, carried by the drafts, again and again, day and night, as if they'd be learning flying there -

In photography, the recent minimalist craze seems to be - to me - no more than an attempt of saying, I am cool. I am zen, there's no cluttering in my mind, no awkward feeling, nothing's in excess - than

Literally. If you enter the Venice Biennale, the things you can see there are not much different than the things your own child might produce, should s/he be left alone with some household items. My son

Two weeks ago, the World Press Photo 2018 was still exhibited at the MNAR. I didn't get a chance to see it BUT in the White Night of the Museums (shouldn't it be Musei?), while the hoards of tourists,

I wonder how will the 'humans' of the future unearth the remains of our passage on Earth? Will they extract from our landfills the solid, non-degradable items and re-build our civilization out of it, put

Does black&white photography or movie hurt your eye? My son says that to me, each time I turn on the TV for a B&W film. Usually Romanian film. That's understandable, to some extent. He's a kid

History repeats itself, we know that. Yet, in the world of art, it’s more than that. I recently read an article about Jean Michel Basquiat, that stressed on the fact that the art worldand the art scene

This year I didn’t get to go to Cluj, at TIFF. Transylvania International Film Festival, that is. Not going means you don’t get to see a lot of great films, since they aren’t, actually, distributed and

Today I went to see and listen Miron Zownir. Switch Lab - a surrealistically nice place, with three working class frescoes from the 50ies still in place, after the Universul Palace became a newspaper’s

And as I was travelling South, my weekly commute to Bucharest, I remembered having a documentary in one of the hundred pages opened in the browser. It was How Sweet the Sound, an exploration of folk music,

I've recently seen Agnes Varda's 'Visages villages', her latest experimental, pseudo-documentary film. It made me think, many times during the screening, of how beautifully some age. How they don't betray

I hated my Sony DSLR ever since I bought it. In the begining, I thought it was just the slight feeling that it might have been a stolen camera I bought from an online personal ads site. Although it looked

Van Gogh şi-a tăiat o ureche. După mine, n-ar mai fi putut să meargă cu bicicleta. Nu în oraşul meu - mic şi nesemaforizat. Ies dintre blocuri, T, în cîte-una dintre străzi şi mai bazez exclusiv pe auz.