What I've been eating

As a project aimed to increase ecological awareness, we were asked to document a week's worth of meals - where they were cooked and eaten - through photography and a point mapping. When I took the time to actually to really think about where my next meal was going to come from, arrange my food, pause before my eating the food, and pay attention to the waste left behind, I became a lot more sensitive to my food choices, how fast I cooked and ate, how fresh the food was, how far it may have traveled to get to me, and what it means to sit, pause and nourish myself.
It is a beautiful thing that our infrastructural systems are complex to the extent that we are able to eat food from all over the world. It is also equally amazing that eating, such a wonderfully sensuous and delightful activity, is the key to our living, that is, our moving and doing work in the world.
Food = energy.

Three Cases

Nature

There is a delight in the hardy life of the open
There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reaveal its mystery its melancholy and its charm
The Nation behaves well if it treats the natural resources as assets which it must turn over to the next generation increased and not impaired in value
Conservation means development as much as it does protection
-Theodore Roosevelt

Home.

This was the first time I felt really grown up. It made me feel like myself, because I was all I had to define myself - not my surroundings, history nor duties. Just me, all alone.

And it was the first time I felt exotic. Everything I did had meaning because it was something I had never done before, and I was by a different language and culture. It gave me energy like I had never felt before. That kind of exoticism is impossible to find in one's home...

Unless one returns to that home after being away for a long time, after growing, changing, learning, and slowly shifting toward a new version of oneself. Then, at that moment of arrival, one's eyes have changed such that the whole world - old and new homes - has the same amount of thrilling and stimulating excitement as places never before seen. But the real benefit - of returning home, is that it is home, and that will never change.

23 years on the earth

A lovely Parisian fete with good friends, wine and champagne. Afterward, off to a boat-club for dancing! Here are some of the ladies: From left, Auralie, Sarah, Pauline, Cecile.

"Trains are Time."

"A place where one enters only to leave again - a place where one is rushed but where one often has time to loose - a place closed but open - a place in the city but also open to the territory...stations all the same but all different." (AREP)

Paris Nord

Cologne

Praha Holesovice

Hamburg

Copenhagen

Bicycles

In Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Copenhagen, Berlin, the number of them is staggering....

Hello, Bonjour; Welcome and Bienvenue!

After several months of living very far away from my home and of communication through the internet, I have finally decided to make a blog. Yes, perhaps a bit late, but never the less, begun.

The goal of this blog is plural: Foremost, it is a way to keep the many people I know and meet up to date with what I see and do, think and feel. A line out out from my mind, and hopefully also a line in. Secondly, it is a way of showing the (academic) work I do to a larger audience. I am about to enter the final year of my undergraduate education, and I sense the need to have a device for both organizing and framing the work I do for reflection and critique. That said, any comment on anything published here is very welcome.

My goal is regular updates of text and image, so check back often to see what I am up to!