I saw Colin Farrell today...

…not God, not a UFO, not even a unicorn. No, I simply saw Colin Farrell, while he was shooting for his new film in Bruges. However, I might as well say that I have, without acknowledging it, been part of some marvelous miracle, if I were to appreciate things by the impact on people’s enthusiasm. Had there been Moses in Burg Square, they probably wouldn’t have behaved as frantically as they did.

The question is: Who is this Colin Farrell? More precisely, what is he more than a plain, 2-handed, one-hearted being? Maybe a plain, 2-handed, one-hearted Hollywood actor, but still, a human being… He is, apparently, someone so over-advertised, over-praised, over-appreciated, that people feel overwhelmed by his presence.

“Look, there’s Colin Farrell!!”-much as you might have expected, it wasn’t some 16-year-old girlie who shouted her lungs out to herald the news, but a very beauish 30-year-old that triggered the chain reaction.

“Where, where??”, desperate voices cried back from the foul that had already gathered to see what the unusually shiny, right-wheeled BMWs were doing in the heart of a medieval city.

“Just there, behind those crew guys…” pointed out some teenager towards a pack of make-up stylists, chefs, film directors, hairdressers, tailors and sound engineers(I must have skipped a few categories for sure) that were protecting him from the wind.

“What’s he doing?? What’s he doing?”, spirits started to heat, when seeing that there was practically little possibility of catching sight of the person envisaged.

“Well, mmmm…he’s having an ice-cream..”, the probably tallest guy, lucky enough to have access to Farrell’s view, explained boastfully.

“Having an ice-cream…echoed several voices from the mob, already starting to imagine several manners of having an ice-cream…”

I refuse to estimate how many people ran to buy ice-cream immediately after freezing in the square to watch the entire performance. I’ll simply pass on to mentioning that THE Colin Farrell finally appeared; and while 30 persons were striving to death to prevent the mob from taking photos, so that the shooting could eventually begin, THE actor finally pronounced his 1-minute reply, condemning to silence more than half of Bruges…

Finally, what Farrell did in Bruges can be summarized in a couple of negative phrases: “Photos forbidden”, “Visiting prohibited in the perimeter”, “No parking”, “No eating”, “No talking”, “No breathing”… Enough to determine an individual to irrevocably disconsider the slightest trace of Hollywood odour…

All in all, I am definitely going to watch that film, be it for a gold-incrusted DVD with the Queen’s signature upon it. “No Farrell stuff for me, Sir!”. “No watching considered”, “No praising envisaged”, “No idolizing planned”. And definitely, “No autographs demanded”.

Nother dying, come home father.

"Remember your epiphanies, written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all great libraries in the world, including Alexandria? Someone was to read them after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once..."

James Joyce, Ulysses

11th of March, the best day in Gent

I simply can't believe there can be sun in Belgium!!And that it can last for a whole day. WE decided to go out for a coffee at 2, and we walked through the brand new sunny Gent for about 3 hours.
B-E-A-utiful!!! People standing on the quay, enjoying the warm sunlight, huge crowds of tourists just wandering around, and suprisingly lots of happiness and plenitude.
Finally managed to discover the whole Korenmarkt, with the bridge and the towers... And also-first visit in Saint Nicholas' Cathedral.

Such a wonderful day, I can't stop repeating it!! Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

Word of the day: Character's Day!! Artist of the day: Brody Neuenschwander

So much happiness for just one day!!
Character's Day, in Mariakerke.. Meeting Veruschka Gotz, a famous typography teacher in Berlin, and then Brody Neuenschwander, the calligrapher responsible for the drawings in Greenaway's "Pillows".

So much art for just one day...Overwhelmingly touching, calligraphy definitely got itself a brand new place in the postmodernist ranking I used to consider so far.

Few words to be said... still under the strong influence of a man's work of art-of text inserted into film, and published on human skin.
Transition between written word and image has been made!! And this, without depriving the primordial classical calligraphy of any of its purity... Text is image, thanks to Brody Neuenschwander and Greenaway!!!

Hot Club De Gand...really really HOT!!!

Last night...8th of March... one of the most beautiful evenings in Gent, so far...
A jazz concert in a very intimate and yet fashionable club in town. The hottest jazz one, they say...
Vandaloo 4- some saxophonist, drummer and double-bassist I would have never guessed could play Grappelly and Reinhardt the way they did. If "perfect" were suitable for comparison, I would definitely say that they sang "Most perfectly"!!!
For sure, a night to be repeated in a very short time...

First poster, first time to read such a book, first time...

I would have never imagined that being in Belgium would bring so many changes in my life. Apart from the continuous cooking, I was given here the chance to get to know Corel a lot better. And Corel is very nice. In fact, I think we are going to be best friends in a very short time!!

Vive la Fete, vive Modus Vivendi, vive Short NIght Fever, vive Corel!! And Georgiana's first poster!!!

And Robinson Crusoe is my name...

...and so fucking tired of not doing anything except for blowing nose(in between washing laundry, cooking, cleaning), taking aspirin and drinking tea. If it were to count for all the teas I've had during the last two days, I could remake that song- "You can cry me a river...Or drink me the teas I've been drinking"-or even build up an anthropic lake with an island made of tissues in the middle(and hence be a second Robinson)-all alternatives are viable...

Just hope to get rid of it at once...

Dinner time at Alejandro's

Greatest time ever... Having dinner at Alejandro's place, with Ana form Portugal, Wednesday night. Of course he did not cook... When I say great dinner, I imagine attentive way of frying fish nuggets and Chinese rolls; Nevertheless, splendid evening... Chatting, joint smoking(not me, of course) and beginning of some wonderful friendship...

Vive le Royaume Belge!!