Analogue photography from faraway and home by Cindy Ruch
I still wanted to tell you about the place. It was autumn in the Little Karoo, the semi-desert in South Africa. At 7 am, it already felt like the start of a summer day. It was so quiet I could locate each noise: The one fly buzzing near my ear. The one bird flapping its…
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Sometimes, all I need is a desk and a nice view to write. Not even a room of my own, as Virginia Woolf put it. I didn’t have a room of my own during my first weeks in Barcelona anyway. I stayed in a 8-bed-dorm at Fabrizzio Petit Palace which was an excellent place for…
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They were all right. Barcelona is wonderful – it embraced me with all its arms and little streets and sunny days and colourful flowers and pretty tiles and friendly people. I’m glad I won’t have to leave for a while. I will stay for the whole summer and maybe longer. Barcelona is my new city,…
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After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one where they belong and the one in which they live really. The second one is romantic, is is separate from themselves, it…
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Oh, Paris in the 20s! When Anais Nin, Henry Miller, Ernest Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald were around! What a life this must have been, sitting in the cafés, writing, drinking, writing, talking. Around 90 years later – or one month ago – Jen and I were in Paris and followed literary traces: We visited the…
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cake + camera 