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More Europe through a Preset

September 10th, 2010 § 5 comments


In the park we talk about power and on-going circular damaging dramaturgies.

I sprawled my whole Self all over Marina Abramovic sculptures at the Pompidou. I made a scene. Only three people at a time were allowed. So it was me and my friend for about an hour because no one wanted to come in as I penetrated all her work. Everyone just looked from outside. I was shaking and sweating. It was one of those moments. She’s magic.

My friend has this beautiful single speed bike that’s all red. I want.

Went to Montparnasse Cemetery and made a weird movie about me and Simone de Beauvoir’s grave.

I found many olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette bottles at this tacky nouveau riche people’s house we were staying at for a few days outside of Paris, so I made a game out of it. Don’t you wish you and I were friends? (If you are a girl into electronic music, actually, I’d love to be friends with you. I have no girls to talk shop with and it’s so disheartening).

In Amsterdam I found the best lattes ever at Espressofabriek in Westerpark, which is undoubtedly the best part of the city, and I’m happy my friend and classmate from Digital Methods, Marc Tuters let me stay there for a week while he was away. Can’t you see how pleased I look?

I went to this fancy affordable organic resto, Proef, also in Westerpark, based on my best friend’s fiancee’s recommendation and it was amazing because it was all food I’ve had before done in a totally different way and everything came with a dip or sauce! While eating, things got quite serious with my MUJI notebook.

I bought my bike for 40 euros. It was a broken-down Peugeot that gave my thighs the workout of their life, even if Amsterdam is all flat, but I loved it all the same. Cycling and documenting.

J.O. is always fixing his shawl like a true Parisian.

Contemplating my last morning in Amsterdam after two months of creating a life there and after days of not sleeping.

Last night in the city also meant the spotting of such cuteness while walking through the Jordaan.

Near the Damrak, people don’t obey the rules, they just smoke weed, do shrooms and walk around like slimy zombies.

In Brussels Midi Station the advertising greets you this horribly.

On the sidewalk in downtown Brussels we found piles of letters from different women in France all addressed to the same man. The letters dated from 1987-1990. They were strange, romantic, desperate, familial and mundane. I wonder what happened that these letters ended up sprawled on the side of the road? I tried to make sense of them but the writing was difficult to decipher and was also in French. I want to keep them forever and write to each woman. Why was it only letters from women? From what I deciphered they all knew each other in different capacities, were different ages, and some must have been extended family. Maybe I’ll call Sophie Calle to help me.

Mitsu‘s friend McCloud Zicmuse hosted me in his wonderful house. He basically saved my life with such a giving and peaceful place to sleep for the last night of my Europe trip.

The view from Zicmuse’s place.

Goodbye Europe. À Bientôt. Maybe next time I won’t leave, ok?

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§ 5 Responses to More Europe through a Preset"

  • Leonard says:

    It's my dream to have such a writing desk. I saw this photograph of Carson McCullers' writing desk and I salivated; just this big dark wood object with a stack of papers in the corner and a typewriter in the middle.

  • Magda says:

    @Leonard : yes, I wish I got a shot of the adjacent desk with the oldskool letterpress on it…

    it was out of a storybook.

  • Leonard says:

    O my! I love that writing desk!

  • Treva says:

    I don't know how you feel about Noise, but I have met some thoughtful women practitioners who are pretty serious about it. Husband is addicted to this Noise forum: http://chondriticsound.com/forum/ – I'm sure you could find some ladies who are happy to discuss electronic craft with you. There's a second forum he visits as well, but he refers to it as "The Blue One" so I'm not sure what the URL is. But I will ask him tomorrow!

    When I see Autechre and Squarepusher in yr Last.fm tweets, I smile, bc you're only the second person I know who is familiar with them — which I am not, really, only vicariously through my mister.

  • 0=0 says:

    you never told me about the oil game..that's hilarious!

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