Studies. Over.

Some sources indicate that my studies are over. This long-awaited moment has finally come. I am happy yet sad. Being over with all bullshit associated with school certainly makes me proud of myself. But together with this achievement come a lot of goodbyes these days, and hard times in the coming weeks, months maybe.
All of these could have been avoided if I wasn't a fool but my foolish decisions are made and there's no stopping my foolish self now.
I hope I can take a sane, fresh start. Yet now I just feel like staring for hours at the garden from the cold, yellow-and-green room of my (now over) childhood.

Actually my childhood ends today. Quite a frightening idea.

September 3rd, 2010.
When by 2083 or so historians study my life, this date will be the last day of the first volume.

Eyebrow-frowning-ditpychs.

Some pictures, assembled in a "is there a reason at all ?" manner.

clicking on the images should open a bigger version in flickr, possibly in a new tab.

Baustelle.

I had a good laugh creating that image in Photoshop instead of working. I don't know about you, but this kind of visual+absurd humour is truly my thing. Now this could probably be much better done visually (Click on the image to view it larger)

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Live young & die fast.

With deadlines in line of sight, life has increased pace to the point that every second feels like half a second. Accordingly, I'm trying to gather enough willpower to sit still and write an insanely large number of pages per day. This of course succeeds only sporadically since, as everyone knows, recent in-depth studies, carried on my humble self, of such willpower have found no trace. It seems that only urgency can wake up a couple ancestral instincts buried deep inside my carefree person.

In about one month my studies are over.

In one month my studies are over.

In five weeks I'm not a student anymore.

I try and get used to that idea, but yet it still sounds infinitely distant.

It however implies quite a lot.

1) Find a job (difficulty index : Berlin 16 / Brussels 16 / Kyoto ?)

2) Find an apartment (Berlin 8 / Brussels 15 / Kyoto ?)

3) Spare money to make it to the 31st (Anywhere 12)

Optional but recommanded :

4) Find a prospective wife (Berlin 14 / Brussels 17 / Kyoto ?)

5) Get a car (Anywhere 6)

6) Have a baby (Anywhere 0)

7) Have a dog (Berlin 3 / Brussels 7 / Kyoto 12)

8) Get a barbecue and invite former classmates (Berlin 19 / Brussels 2 / Kyoto 47)

9) Have a second baby, preferably the opposite sex as point 6) (Anywhere 13)

10) Get a substantial salary rise (Berlin 12 / Brussels 17 / Kyoto 11)

11) Prepare a giant surprise party for my wife turning 40 (Anywhere 15)

12) Buy a half-demolished stone house in Provence and spend every summer restoring till my 60s (Berlin 14 / Brussels 10 / Kyoto 22)

13) Spend the rest of my life in it with my 25 years old girlfriend, begging my kids (by then in their 30s) to come and spend a few days in one of the six guest rooms. (Provence 10)

14) etc (Anywhere 3)

I have to say that's a lot to realize at once.

Bleu pétrole.

Bleu pétrole.
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Although not new, I've decided this picture is the first of a new phase where photography and I are friends again.
Fick uni, fick my thesis, fick all these drills surrounding me (seriously, I hear them everywhere i go). Now I have a professional light meter, a bike and lots of people to take pictures of. Los geht's !

coming soon

i currently have a ton of ideas that i have to translate to pencil

theyre patiently waiting in a .txt file on my laptop desktop (i cant get enough txt files i juste love them)

Koniec hunters on a road trip.

Did I mention this already ? We went to Poland a few weeks ago.