Ghost Town | Editorial

I'm trying my hand at an editorial, don't laugh just yet.

On my recent escape in the Carpathian mountains, I was welcomed by rain and fog and yet more rain. When life gives you lemons... you learn to like lemons. Just like I learned to go with the weather and make it work. I was really happy with the results - I wanted to show the adandoned spaces, that merge with the nature around it. Not quite sure which suffocates which but whilst you would say, on first glance, there's more negative space than not, I care to differ. Negative space can be oppressive too, especially when there's something missing from the past like a torn down building. 

I'm going off a tangent, just scroll down, macro to landscape, and try to feel spaces :)

Disclaimer: If you can't tell, I'm in a very artsy mood

A solution to #bucharesttouristproblems

Being a tourist in Bucharest isn't an easy task. Not that being a local is much easier either but you tend to keep your head down and walk the same streets and stick to the beaten path rather than scour around for snippets of history cemented in buildings' walls.

As always, I'm orbiting the 'twilight zone' of the two categories. Not a tourist but not a daily commuter either, for the past years I have been endlessly searching for lesser known but probably more authentic monuments in the form of churches, houses, streets and galleries. And when you do find the occasional hidden gem, a light pounding of your heart takes over - not only do you feel like a veritable explorer deserving of a National Geographic spread, there's a sweet but odd sensation of a sacred place where only a few deserve to see.

Maybe I'm just making up stories but there's no denying the revelation that A.R.C.E.N's 'Cu bastonul prin Bucuresti' (i.e 'Bucharest by cane') tour has been.

Discovering Vama Veche - or how to challenge your perception of yourself

I'm not the most 'sauvage' of people, nor am I the lowest maintenance. If you haven't guessed already, I feel myself in white dresses, art galleries and country homes and wouldn't say no to an avocado and chia seed smoothie, organic bananas off course!

This might explain my reticence towards going to Vama Veche for my best friend's birthday. I mean, not going wasn't an option but feeling alienated was definitely in the cards. For my non Romanian readers, Vama Veche is a bohemian resort, where people camp, bring one t-shirt and maybe no shoes, drink their brains off and pass out next to camping fires on the beach.