Wednesday, March 28, 2007



WORK IN PROGRESS...

Sun was shining in the past few days and I had some sleepless nights too, which gave me the occasion to grab the camera and run around town. met some curious people, admired the amazing cranes all over town and imagined myself winning at the roulette!
you can see the result below..
enjoy!

















































LAS MOSKVA
...they say they might close them all down..
but for now, this city alone has as many casinos
as in whole europe...




































24 HOUR PEOPLE...
fancy to buy a dvd at 3 am? forgot to bring flowers to your mum for her anniversery and you just remembered now, at 10pm! your pregnant wife has cravings for strawberrys in the middle of the night...absolutely no worries..moscow has it all, just around the corner...






























Friday, March 16, 2007

















STREET ART IN ST PETE...
just rediscovered those pictures I had lost in some
file transfer.they were hiding between some admin excelsheets and old reports...how refreshing!
I think the series is cool!
I didn't see many nice stencils around moscow...instead, the capital has great collection of vulgar grafitti around metro stations whereas in other towns I could much easely spot witty and funny ones.





















SUPERMARKET VS. MARKET



















Thursday, March 15, 2007


“It’s the rule you know”…

I was very happy when I entered the Aeroflot office the other day to buy my ticket for Geneva.
I expected the office to be overcrowded over lunch but I had the pleasant surprise to find it empty! I walked in directly to one of the desks…when suddenly a tall Vicking grabbed me and showed me a little machine I just had passed by in the entrance; he insisted I take a numbered ticket. “Why should I?” I was irritated, “the office is empty?”
He persisted so I played the game. I pulled a number, 657.
He then showed me the way in again and told me to wait pointing at a seat.
By now, the girls pretended to be very busy and energetically moved folders and typed on their keyboards. After a 5 minutes wait, the Vicking started to feel very embarrassed by my nasty looks and whispered to the girls they should finally stop pretending and push the button…
654
655
Girls stared at me, asking themselves probably why I didn’t come forward. The Vicking tried to glimpse at my number and told them to press the button again.
656
the whole situation felt so absurd but still, I couldn't do anything but play this ridiculous game
657
Finally the comedy came to an end and I could finally sit at the desk and buy my ticket.

Please, someone put me out of my misery! why oh why do they need to be so absurd?
Why does it have to be so beautifully & unnecessarely complicated!

A little dictionary :

Over time my friends and I developed our own vocabulary in French, trying to invent word to describe some typical Russian phenomenon we couldn’t find any appropriate words for, in our own language…
Below listed for the record, because they’re funny and because I actually don’t want to forget them.

PHANTOM : a Russian person, speaking only Russian, with whom you don’t share any common interests but you merely « use » for a free Russian lesson over a drink or dinner. My friend with the scar scores higher than anyone else on the phantom-o-meter ! 250 phone numbers he claims … personally I abandoned very soon this strategy to learn Russian because silences where longer than the moments we actually spoke!
The worst is being treated like a phantom…my friend talking to me in Russian ! The appropriate answer, in a very offended tone would be: « Hey! I’m not your phantom! »

SEQUOIA : skinny & long legged – tanned – blond girl ; expression generally reduced to a slight smirk, pretending to listen to her girlfriends but checking the room with a trained radar…you got the picture : female population in any muscovite club is composed up to 90% by sequoias !
Now you would say sequoias grow everywhere…well, Russian have some characteristics: they have a special attraction for foreigners, especially loaded foreigners – why not Russian men? - “Oh, Russian men! Zey are all drunks”. “Zey ‘as no monnay”. “Zey ‘as no clue about ze gee spot”. And so on…
Funny enough they will refuse any invitation at first or play shy but since men hardly take no for an answer in this part of the world, the date is set! As a rule they will renew their wardrobe, visit new cities where no visa is needed (typically Istanbul, Cairo or Goa) and might ask for the covering of a new surgical operation. Next level: car and apartment. If he still shows interest he’s good to marry. Point of the downfall sets in…I don’t have the statistics in mind but marriage is a formality that doesn’t last. At the latest after the birth of the first child, sequoia files for divorce.

HOLD UP: the use of this word is purely metaphorical…and invented by my two fellows from Geneva. I suppose this expression sprang out of their imagination when facing another inexplicable phenomenon we’ve encountered many times on the muscovite streets: the bombshell holding hands with the most hideous man possible. That’s a hold up!


LA FEMME A BARBE (the women with a beard)… We supposed everybody had a shower in their homes and would profit from its benefits. We thought that in a world where women consume as much cosmetics as men burn gas; the women growing a beard, fairground animation in the 1900, were banished!
When “my friend with a scar” sat one evening in the tube in front of such a rare phenomenon he just couldn’t help himself but try hard to avoid her look and refrain from laughing. Pretending to type a message on his cell phone, he was trying to document his finding.
Obviously my dear friend wasn’t quiet neither discreet at it and soon a tall vicking grabbed him and kicked him out at the next stop…
La femme a barbe became for us the short word for: “we live in Russia and still a lot of things here are amazing and unexplainable”!

PATAMOUCHTAAAA: the nickname given to my Friend with the scar. He speaks very well Russian, the only problem this lover of the Russian language has, is that he hasn’t got any language feeling or musical ear at all….He speaks Russian but we can't help laughing at him for his persistent and singular accent. Patamouchta means "because" in Russian. My friends uses this word every 20 second and it sounds like the French: Pâtes de mouche (fly legs)!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


I keep taking pictures of the capitals underground stations...
spending more than an hour a day down there, the second city, I guess it's worth documenting it!
12 lines, 172 stations! On a normal weekday it carries 8.2 million passengers. Most of the lines were completed between 1935 and 1966 and it has some of the most admirable examples of socialist art!





Someone else did actually a much nicer work than me and reveals the real beauties those stations are.. just click on the M of the map.
http://www.beeflowers.com/Metro/-Startfiles-/index.htm





I'm known for my many attempts to escape: from what? I've been always asked....me! I guess...but that's not the point
here...
if you dreamed of escaping aboard the most famous russian train, the one that takes you
for a journey of 6 days, across 9259km, across 2 continents, 14 oblasts and 8 time zones
....get a glimpse at what it would like like, thanks to this virtual simulation achieved by a friend
of mine...
http://www.rzd.ru/images/flash/
After a week of stunning winter, clear blue skies and good cold weather, the beginning of the end of winter is about to start ..ending by moving to that phase in which the sun does not shine – so actually, no beginning yet !
the nation's collective mood sinks a few degrees too – do not mention my mood.
The journey beyond the front door last week was a slog through 15cm's of snow-like mud or gently defrosting dog-turds and a winter of re-emerging cigarette butts and other trash people trough away in november.





The real spring, the sunny and greenish one, is another 6 weeks away..
Unless I travel to some southern latitudes….
Geneva here I come!

and the sun finally shone ....

if I tell you I lost my password and I couldn't access my blog for at least 2 weeks....I know you wouldn't believe me...and that's ok too..cos it's a very bad excuse...
Work, sleep, eat.....PARTY!
exercise after and sweat it out in the bania (sauna)
that has been my programm for the last two weeks, like almost all of you guys...