My thoughts here and there [Antwerp & Amsterdam]

so finally im back. In Paris.
the feeling of coming back to paris without plans is weird...i want to explore paris more and more before i go, off to other places coz life is too busy when i was in antwerp and amsterdam trying to spend as much time as possible to go to everywhere...
Paris is my second home or what?

http://www.ideesdeparis.com/home

A recommended website about Paris, written by a group of Taiwanese, the secret things about paris:)



The trip was so smooth without sufficient planning...
i didnt even check out what could be done and visit in the cities...
but it turned out that I learnt many things about them
and been to most of the places, by walking around randomly.
The first time couchsurfing experience was a big success: )
Jona and Ghoti, my couches in Antwerp and Amsterdam
provided a good homestay and precious friendships: )
traveling on your own gives you time to think, to breathe, to be silent, to be curious, to ask questions of yourself, to be carefree, to make choices, to take risks......
indepently you solve problems and plan things yourself.
ofcoz God always take good care of me as usual...

i took many many nice photos with my new camera: )

my couch in Antwerp



My couch-bed in Amsterdam :D







the breath-taking sunset at the river bank of Antwerp: )



the sex and drug city...overwhelming...




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It was my honor and absolute pleasure to work with Marc Lagrange and Marcel Van der Vlugt,
both are the top in their countries: ) Belgium and Netherlands

preview of the shootings
and backstage photos

with Marc Lagrange



one of the two styles : )

the first was in a red fur thing, amazing outfit

standing pose

so wonderfully made and we all happy about the images

the second was on a sofa, lying pose,

elgant and womanly, the 50s classic style

I smoked a ciga...to do the photoshoot ofcoz not really smoked in...



with Marcel Van der Vlugt







alien face!! :0

and pola series

experiemental stuff with the master!!







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reading a book--Kindred souls--the friendship between Eleanor Roosevelt and David Gurewitsch
looking back to mine.
i admire them.

sometimes you found something insignificant down somewhere,
like I found this book in a pile of old books at the Shakespeare bookstore@ Paris
I normally do not even look at old books and i judge a book for its cover.


but then this time, the feeling of picking it and start to read was so strong.
reading it surprised me.
I found this book after I wrote him the letter...


It seems giving some clues to my life.
my encounter.
no way compare it to a famous politician -- the wife of the president of United states and a famous doctor.
but it comforts me.
no matter how he feel and think.

an extract of the book:
Brussels, april 17 1948
David dear,
It is late but I cannot go to bed without saying goodnight on paper since I cant say it in person. It would be impossible for me to tell you how happy I was to see you at the airport...I wanted to forget everyone else and hug you there and then. ..Being with you was a little island of self-indulgence and pure happiness for me and I am so grateful that you let me come and that you came to Zurich so that we could have a little longer time together...I'm going to cling to you very closely dear, if it helps, until you have someone of your own to cling [to] even more closely...I really love all people and I only love all people because there are a few close people whom I love dearly and who matter to me above everything else. there are not so many of them and you are now one of them and I shall just have to try not to bother you too much...I love you very mch and feel close to you in spite of the distance.
Devotedly,
E.R.

'my thoughts, my affections, my devotions go to you.'

so beautifully written...


sending out the letter was a brave move.
now i re-read the letter and feel that...'what...how could you have written that...'
i didnt want the letter to be an obstacle.
of our friendship.
if this is the case,
I dont know if it is right to ask you to ignore what I wrote

this could be part of the reasons that I feel confused and weird about Paris.
the happy promises we made.
to go to somewhere, anywhere in paris
So now we are.
and?

I wrote this poem in the train.
I sincerely believe this...


A promise is beautiful to be made
It is so beautiful in nature
It makes those who deserves,
be happy at that very moment
a promise is made
and have long lasting hope.
It is not there to disappoint you
It is no lie
It is beautiful until its become a burden
of your mind