Pop TV-jeva Promenada

dress Mojca Makuc, shoes Tod's, bracelet Chanel

Print detail. Fashion things!

Včerajšnja Pop TV-jeva Promenada v Križankah je bila očarljiva; od ene najlepših ljubljanskih lokacij sem se sicer že navadila presežka v arhitekturi in (nočnem) vzdušju, a tokrat je najbolj izstopala izraba prostora - programski del se je odvil tam, kjer je na koncertih ponavadi publika, zabava pa je bila na odru. Iz odra se prizorišče sicer ne zdi tako veliko, je pa vtis najbrž čisto drugačen, ko je napolnjeno z nekaj tisoč ljudmi.

Moje aklimatiziranje ob jagodah in plastenki Eviana, v katero je bila zataknjena stilsko črna slamica, je prekinilo zagonetno SMS sporočilo od mame, ki je sugeriralo, da sem se v svojem večnamenskem outfitu (dopolnjenim z v zadnjem trenutku izbranima torbico in nakitom) pojavila na televiziji. Misleč da me zafrkava (kar je pri mojih starših prej pravilo kot izjema) sem pospravila mobitel in nemoteno nadaljevala z odštevanjem minut do začetka programa, nekaj časa v popolni samoti, saj me je ravno takrat zapustila moja prva sogovornica, ki je prišla že ob sedmih in se ji po več kot uri ni več dalo čakati.

Šele ko so mi ob prihodu domov družinski člani priobčili, da "sem se na vhodu z nekom pogovarjala in potem šla naprej", mi je končno postalo jasno, da ne gre za šalo, ampak je moj sprehod po rdeči preprogi dejansko posnela kamera Pop Ina. OMG! Ker se ne prenesem opazovati na videu (sploh če je nastal brez moje vednosti), si famoznega posnetka nisem ogledala, je pa nadvse ironično, da sem tekom večera vljudno zavračala fotografiranje (razen mene same zna všečne fotografije mojega dragocenega subjekta narediti samo moj brat), medtem ko je ena sama kamera že na začetku uničila vse šanse, da moja prisotnost na Promenadi ostane nezabeležena. Ovbe!

VRBNIK, CROATIA

A couple of days ago when we were still in Croatia we took a trip to Vrbnik, a small village located on the island of Krk that was once upon a time quite popular among local pirates. I hadn't been there for 4 years so I was curious to see if anything changed in the meantime, but it didn't; in these quaint, picturesque villages the course of life flows largely uninterrupted.


Vrbnik is full of houses with entrances completely blocked by plants (I suppose when there are water shortages in summer, seeing lots of green is a luxury); many of these houses have additional doors, but they are the height of a dwarf and I have no idea what their purpose (or lack thereof) is. Another thing that confuses me about Vrbnik is driving. It's nearly impossible to drive there because the streets are too narrow, often steep and whatever isn't asphalt is incredibly slippery, yet some people manage it because I've seen cars parked in the most unimaginable places. I would hate to be in a car there when it's raining though ...

We went to this gallery (Galerija Vrbnik - it has a counterpart in Zagreb on Tkalčićeva) that sells paintings by Mersad Berber, one of my favorite artists. It was lovely to see them in a "comfortable" and unfancy setting so unlike the Tate in London where I last saw his works before we came to Vrbnik. Regardless of how much I appreciate galleries with impressive collections because you can see a lot of great art in one place, they are often too sterile for the majority of what they have on display. Works like Berber's are most alive in places with more character and personal touch such as this tiny dark gallery or living/working spaces in which every item has been chosen with precision and spontaneity so as to create a harmony you won't find anywhere else.



A ponovo počinje kiša
Kao što već kišuje u listopadu na otocima
More od olova i nebo od borova
Udaljeni glasovi koji se miješaju
Glas majke, prijatelja, kćeri, ljubavnice, broda, brata
Na brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kišu
I nestalo je svjetla s tom bjelinom
Još malo šetnje uz more i gotovo