creative people are confident in only one thing: their own doubt. i think there’s a huge lack of self-confidence in a creative person because, by nature, the definition of a creative person is someone who is trying to make something new. they know, if they are professional creatives, that the likelihood of doing that—making something new and significant—is hugely unlikely, so they build within that city of doubt. from doubt, they get to iterate and work extremely hard, hoping to find something new; it’s all about hope.
- john maeda

|| this song ||
|| this performance ||

april 2014
1-2 { vienna, europe
photographic evidence of our commitment to viennese coffee culture.
09:00 — caffe lattes
11:00 — hot chocolates
15:00  americanos
20:00 — sweet cakes

café central (  aida | café français ) cafe dreschler )

april 2014
1-10 { vienna, austria
vienna offered us:
fresh food bowls / art history museums kunsthistorisches / lilac trees / people's park volksgarten / verdant oases / azure skies

:: i could see this film over and over.

april 2014
1-7 { vienna, europe
they say that every snowflake is different. if that were true, how could the world go on? how could we ever get up off our knees? how could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
- jeanette winterson

april 2014
1-2 { gosau, europe
water does not resist. water flows. when you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. but water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. water is patient. dripping water wears away a stone. remember that, my child. remember you are half water. if you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. water does.
- margaret atwood, the penelopiad 

april 2014
1-6 { hallstatt, europe
hallstatt, upper austria.
meaning lakeside village.
you can tour the whole village in ten minutes on foot. we took much longer than that. the beauty commanded our lingering. how could our feet possibly move quickly? the mountain range and tiny homes found an impressionistic representation in the mirroring sea. something like the strokes of van gogh.
if you look closely, you might detect the curvature of a line marking it's presence on the top centre of some of these photographs. i was disappointed at first -- "these imperfections don't belong on the perfect landscape of this village".
but miroslav tichy reminded me with the gift of these words: the flaws are part of it. and that's the poetry.

april 2014
1-9 { hallstatt, europe
salzkammergut, translated as estate of the salt chamber.
that fog was romancing me all day long.

april 2014
1-8 { salzkammergut, europe
i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. i will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air, alive, with closed eyes.
- e.e. cummings

+ treat yourself to this
+ i'm excited to see this!

april 2014
1-2 { salzburg, europe
with dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake.
- l.m. montgomery, the blue castle

april 2014
1-6 { salzburg, europe
 

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