black, no milk, no sugar

Last week me and omar, a good friend from school, made a photographic novel for the projectweek. It was a pretty dull assignment actually, occupational therapy for all i know, but we managed to do something quick and fun. Here's the result, called "black, no milk, no sugar" (click to see in 100% resolution).

kids can be so

Last saturday I was asked to take some pictures of a small girl for her newborn brother or sister's birthcard. I expected it to be like a walk in the park but kids can be so damn unpredictable, for example, they don't just smile when you ask them, they don't sit or stand where you want... But i managed to take some decent shots, here are a few:

fresh and sparkling

I also been asked to make another poster for the new GUSO (the symphonic orchestra of the university in Ghent) concert. I wanted to make something fresh and sparkling, so this is the result i came up with. The concert takes place the 23 and 24th of april, and it's definitely worth seeing (and mostly hearing). So if you're in the neighborhoud, come check it out and let the orchestra tickle your senses in a way they've never been tickled before.

inconceivable request

Here's a poster I made for a party in Lokeren, well at least it's the original idea i had in mind. The people from the organisation had the inconceivable request to remove the colorfull stripes from the design (all of them). As a result I hate the way it looks at the moment, but I guess that's something every graphic designer has to deal with once and a while.

precious little friends

While i was deleting some pictures from my camera i noticed some snapshots of my precious little friends in Lisbon, narciso and emilia. I really, really miss those two cats, can't wait to see them again. To be honest, they could be a real pain in the ass once and a while (especially narciso), but never before did I have such companionship from an animal as those 5 months I spend with them. I hope they're doing well, I know they are.














narciso observing the neighbor's cat

the word is called untranslationable

Last night i arrived in plain old Belgium, and i really felt and still feel like a foreigner in my own country at the moment. By the way, the airport welcomed me with a bill of 560 euros, "excess bagage" as they call it. Brussels airlines expects you to put all your belongings in your bagage, that contains a maximum of 30 kilos, wich is kind of dificult when you lived in another country for six months. So i had to pay 8 euros per kilo i had to much (70k to much, you make the count). Finally in the air the flight back was very awkward, all the amazing memories spooking thru my mind. You know, when you start out in an experience like I had you never know what is ahead of you. Now six month later i haven't quite figured out what i'm leaving behind there aswell. For now the memories speak for themselves, i will return, i have to return, one way or another. I'm just wondering if this feeling will remain, the "saudade", as they call it in Portugal. The word is called untranslationable in other languages, but the meaning, I feel present thru all the veins of my body. One thing is for sure, while thinking about what I will miss the most, the question I raise automatically switches into what i won't miss there. But that question stays unanswered: i simply don't know. Besides that, I can't find the words to express the feelings towards the country and the people i've met, maybe that is something for the near future.

But I still have some nice pictures from a trip to Porto I did with Filomena last monday. We had a bit of bad luck, because the exhibition (Robert Rauschenberg) we wanted to see was closed. But we had fun while having a quick peak at another amazing city in Portugal. Eventhough i've been there just for one day, it convinced me more then enough to return there one day. Only the francesinhas where a huge dissapointment, everybody I knew that visited Porto before told me: "Oh you should try the francesinhas, they are the best!". But the thruth of the mather is: It's disgusting. It's like a sandwich stuffed up with all the meat they can find, and then they just pour a gallon of tomato sauce/soup substance on top of it.








the infamous francesinhas























mena trying to climb over a wall