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Kicking off 2012 with some Stockholm soldiers


For my 21st birthday this year (yeah, because I said so!), I treated myself to a fun & friend-filled weekend in Stockholm. Sweden has always fascinated me – the food (read ‘meat balls’), the people (charming as you’d expect), and the design acumen that is very hard to miss here. Stockholm is clearly a classy city with a great attitude and amazing food. From walking through palaces, eating the Swedish version of the brownie and cinnamon buns, checking out the latest metrosexual trends, to partying the night away and slipping back to the hotel at 7am –  I would go back in a heartbeat.

What better way to share Stockholm with a glimpse of palace guards freeing up their shift and playing celebrities to tourists?

2011 in review


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,200 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 53 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

The Innocence of Childhood


Location: Cannes, France.

The one (and often underrated) thing about childhood is it’s refreshing innocence. The same thing we often trade for the complexity of adulthood. Spending time with my nieces (ages 8 years and 2 years), I’m often reminded of this gift that I traded along the way as well. Do I value childhood-like innocence enough to go back to being a child? Probably not. However, it sure is worthwhile to acknowledge this gift and encourage children to stay in it’s glory for as long as they can. Meanwhile, adults can dip their toes from time to time by being ‘grown-up’ kids at heart.

 

Wild Horses


Location: Along the river Shannon, Ireland

One of my favorite shots of 2011. Wild horses running free on green, country pastures – couldn’t find a better sentiment as I enter 2012. For the coming year, I feel ready, confident, positive, and more importantly, free to explore what I want to experience, the way I want to.

The Sunday Sophie


This weekend was more than festive – full of close friends, wine, cheese, a bit of vodka and lots of sun.

Sophie (my four-legged crush) was very thankful for the sun too. After being the star of the show at my house party on Friday night, she needed a peaceful rest of the weekend to catch up on her beauty sleep. With the sun beating down, all she did was eat, lick herself clean, and pack in hours of sleep.

I’m happy to report she is fully recuperated now, all ready for her next adventure, that is, hiding my stuff!

The Very Beautiful Arc de Triomphe


Paris is in no way overrated – at least from what I’ve seen there so far. There is a unique feel about the city, and every other building is a classic piece in style. If you can take public smoking in cafes and restaurants, and make an effort at French, pleasure is almost a guarantee here. It is hard to choose a favorite monument in Paris, I’m torn between the very obvious (and deserving) Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe. What earns the latter brownie points is the fact that it is conveniently at the end of a busy shopping street – your ideal treat after a day of senseless splurging.

The Real (Australian Kinda) Summer


Ireland is a fantastic place for many reasons, summer isn’t one of them. There can be weeks when a partially sunny day is the best weather treat you could ask for. Obviously, summer is a short-lived memory for most years. After living here for four years, you would imagine it to get easier to cope with, but you are wrong – the craving only gets more intense, and so does my whining.

What I craved today was a sunny, lazy afternoon by the sea – an afternoon of unplanned nothingness. Perth, Australia came to mind – clear skies, blue ocean, and a perfect cold cocktail. I shall wait for my day in the sun!

 

The Dublin Gay Pride 2011


June 25th was among the most colorful days on Dublin streets – it was the Dublin Gay Pride 2011.

I have to be honest, having lived in Dublin for 4 years, this was the first time that I made an effort to watch the parade, the equivalent of participation per my books. The only reason that prevented me previously was the fact that I found it hard to wake up at a weekend and get myself in time at 2pm to watch the Parade. Usually, I am found sleeping off an evening of intense socializing on a given Saturday afternoon – but this year I’m glad it changed.

We managed to wake up at a good hour for a weekend, have fresh coffee and sandwiches, and walked our way to the city centre to witness all the glitz. The atmosphere was one of anticipation, I could see people supporting the cause with messages on their t-shirts trying to find a good spot to cheer on the crowd.

The parade was great fun! You could see thoughtful messages, professional dancers, entertainers, elaborate costumes, divas, drag hotties, bad wigs, terrible style quotients, gym-fit bodies, glamour kittens, cool dudes, attractive queens – you name it, they had it. Of course, there was the Google contingent as well – promoting Android.

I enjoyed watching the spectacle of people celebrating diversity but more importantly themselves. It was heart warming to see old parents and family marching the Parade with their gay sons and daughters. It was the acceptance of love. Coming from a country and now living in one where homosexuality is still wrapped up in labels and assumptions, it is satisfying to acknowledge that it isn’t always about white and black, we all have our grays and guess what – it’s OK!

I know I’ll be watching it all over again in 2012, until then, I hope you enjoy these shots.

The Mesh of Life


This photograph reminds me of the complexity that spans across our lives. Probably the thing that makes the affair worth the years, we all get entangled, stumble, and fall on this mesh from time to time.

What’s life without all the drama anyway?! The trick I suppose is to realize you’ve fallen and get back up with a learning to only find yourself back on that mesh – this time to learn something new. There is light on the other side (signified by the yellow background), seeping through the spaces in the mesh to remind us that hope should die last.

Photographed in San-Remo, the Italian Riviera.

Age of Religion


The link between age and religion is fascinating. I’m not sure if it is the achievement of ‘sense’ that comes with age or the nearness to death that is the motivating factor. It is almost as though you live a life of fun and mistakes but when the sun is about to set, you are ready to make peace and finally get it. I’m not a supporter of any correlation on this topic nor am I suggesting this to be a universal truth. This photograph reminded me of this link, and I decided to share what it made me feel.

This was photographed in Venice, Italy.

Wake Me Up Rich In Monaco


If I had the money, I so would live in Monaco for a few weeks together. I’d wake up late on a sunny morning, walk down swirly pavements, and enjoy an exotic brunch looking at the Le Grand Casino de Monte Carlo. I’d then round-up my day with an expensive coffee at the Cafe de Paris and find my way to the hidden elevator that runs through the hilly city.

Monaco comes across wealthy and stylish, almost proud of her beauty while she tempts you to explore your darker side. Expensive shops, expensive cars, expensive houses, expensive buildings – ‘expensive’ just is the norm here, so I’ll gladly replace it with ‘grand’ – everything is grand with luxury.

Although I only spent a day in Monaco, I gathered a very good impression of the city-state. It is a place that doesn’t make you feel guilty to show off and splurge your wealth around. The views are stunning and definitely leave a mark.

The Innocence of Childhood


My sister celebrated entering a new age decade today. Got me thinking, how we gain perspective as we age and lose innocence along the way. Small pleasures cease to provide enormous satisfaction, and ‘enough’ is just not enough any longer. When traveling, you get to see so many children – I watch their innocence and wonder how long before they grow up and get to conform to an expectation or a label.

Although growing up is inevitable (at least in most cases), I hope we all find our way back to that childhood innocence with the help of a person, a memory, or an event. That is the place where hope lives and comfort thrives when the adult world seems pointless. Dedicating this post to the lucky ones that still have the gift of innocence.

The Hue of Venice


This was the first photograph I took in Venice. Reminded me of that perfect life – a house by the water with my own little boat. Can’t believe this was only a couple of months ago. The vibrant colors sum up a Venetian experience almost perfectly. It was fresh to not see any traffic in the city, only boats and waterways. I’m back to life and reality now – back in a city blanketed by grey skies. Thanks to photographs like this one that stir up a memory and everything soaks up in hope once again.

The Eiffel Age


I’m wiser now and older too. Well, I’m definitely the latter, while the correlation between wisdom and age is debatable. I spent my birthday with Eiffel this year – the crown jewel of one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I was looking for inspiration, looking to see something beautiful, aging yet consistently attractive to many. The choice wasn’t a hard one to make.

The Eiffel

Dramatic sounding, but I only have a few more years in my 20s. Back when I was 19, I can clearly remember the excitement of entering my 20s. Funny how time flashes by, changing perspectives and contexts. They say 40s are the new 30s, and I can’t help but appreciate such hope. It is almost as though with every year, you tend to get more serious about the evaluation of your life – where you’ve been, where you are headed, the value of what and who you are close to, and time left for all those dreams you dreamt for yourself.

Once the shots are gone and the party lights dim, reality kicks in. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later – but it always kicks in and kicks you. Nobody knows what surprises await to be unravelled, maybe age does slow you down but only so you can take the time you deserve.

The Inevitable End


Driving back from Kilcock (County Kildare, Ireland) to Dublin, I passed a rather small but clearly popular cemetery. Decided to disturb the sleepy souls and took some photographs without their permission. Walking through tombstone lanes, I realized how little I’ve thought about the phenomenon of death – the inevitable end, the finishing line of that final lap. Partly because I haven’t had the ‘misfortune’ of dealing with death, it remains a theory to me. My grandparents died when I was too caught up in the innocence of childhood – but that’s how close I’ve come.

I saw flowers, both fresh and dried, messages from family members, decorative cherubs, and loving words that attempted to summarize a person’s worth. We often speak of death but I’m not sure if we understand the seriousness of it well enough. I remember watching a movie titled Two Weeks that deals with how a family lives through their mother’s death and thinking how I would give anything to postpone those final farewells. I’m not afraid of death, and I understand nature’s need to complete her cycle. My only hope is for strength and peace when I reach that point in my life.

In Roma Downey’s words, death is not the end of light and the beginning of darkness. No, indeed on the journey of your soul, it is the end of darkness and the beginning of light. It is not the blackness that falls with the coming of night, rather it is blowing out the candle as a new day is dawning. You have nothing to fear from death, for only in death will you be forever young. Once again, you’ll be with your loved ones.

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