I created another blog today dedicated to my trip to paris, in other words: a blog all about what I'll be doing, seeing and eating whilst there.
I hope you'll all visit me and check out my photos. here's the link: Nina in Paris.
I haven't blogged in a while. I had these crazy exams, which I studied like hell for, and achieved good results I might add. So this will be the first post I make in a long time. I start it off with a picture of a place I spend my holidays: Cape Cross. Its part of the Skeleton Coast in Namibia, and its absolutely breathtaking. This is a pic of the view I get when I wake up in the mornings.
Pretty, huh?
Luckily there is a lodge nearby so if any one's interested I'd recommend googling 'Cape Cross Lodge Namibia'. I don't have the information with me, but let me tell ya its definitely worth it to visit it. Namibia has great landscapes. Fabulous in fact.
I'm a little ill at the mo, so I'll not spend more time making anyone jealous with my wonderful holiday destinations any further, although I would just like to say that I'm leaving for 2 weeks in Paris on Saturday. I'll either be starting a new blog dedicated to my stay there, or I'll just ramble about being a tourist right here. Hmmm, being a tourist... Jay!
Crazy, indi, wirlwind adventure ...The Darjeeling Limited
0 comments Posted by C.M. van Schyck at 7:49 PM
Forgive me, for I only watched the second half of the movie... and it rocked!
Firstly I'll say that the group of actors (Owen Wilson, Adrien Brody, Jason Schwartzman), was random, but it worked. How strange to see the musician (The Pianist), the comedian (Night at the Museum) and King Louis of France (Marie Antoinette) playing three very different and very interesting brothers who, after the death of their father, travel to India to find themselves.
India is a colorful place and director Wes Anderson obviously made good use of it. The whole setting was great and the camera work more so. Especially in the train compartment where only one camera was used, to the movie's benefit.
I was also fond of the music, which I am able to describe only as a mix of Indian and something else... Sorry for that description, but honestly, it'll have to make do.
The story is told very much using images and body language, rather than language, so don't expect long and important speeches. All I'll say is it was immensely funny and satisfying.
If you like strange movies, made in a different way to the usual popular hits, this is for you.
I left on a jet plane, took a few pics and then came back again
0 comments Posted by C.M. van Schyck at 4:50 PMThe day I got my own camera I decided to make good use of it. When I see the amazing photo's my dad takes (he's a professional) I severely scold myself. My dad doesn't walk around with the intension of taking a really good pic; he just sees something that catches his eye. He always has his camera with him and that makes a huge difference. I hardly ever have a camera with me, because it feels like too much hassle bringing it along everywhere...
HA! All that's changed! I take my camera everywhere. I refuse to be bothered by the weird glances that are sent my way, not even when I'm down on my knees and aiming it at the floor. No, I'm shooting what I want, when I want to.
And because of this new mentality I packed my little camie into my backpack when I flew to South Africa. The airport was boring (aren't they all), so I thought I'd try taking a few snaps.
They're nothing special, but I like 'em.
Just so's you know, the one with the plane is a picture of Hosea Kutako International Airport, Namibia's only international airport. Yeah, we're a small country.
I thought it was random when I took it, but now I think it puts my country into perspective to the rest of the world. Namibia is a mix of old and new. And of course, being the loyal citizen I am I recommend it to everyone!
On that particular day it was all drizzly and wet(ish), much to the dismay of the tourists, who's travelled all the way to get some sunshine. The runway was nearly deserted and all the passengers walk to the the plain. Yes, walk. No taking a little bus-thingie. Nope, not in Africa.
Yet, that's what I love about this place. We don't care that we're different. We are and always will be. Baha.
This is my friend Abi, or her pictures, if you please. Once upon a time she asked me to take a few snaps of her for a modeling portfolio. I kinda like how some of them turned out, so here they are:
Its such a cliche, but honestly I have to say that she is just as pretty in the INSIDE as out. Although technically I haven't yet checked. Hmmm...
This is my favorite, maybe because I love dogs so much? It has sort of a vintage look which I like. That was mainly what I was going for, did I succeed? You be the judge...
This pic is so bare. I love Abi's expression, 'cause I know she's thinking: "What the hell is this girl making me do?"
I watched John Clayton the other night. Ate some pretty good pasta at the same time, which is probably why I didn't hang myself half way through the movie. Okay, okay, it wasn't that bad. In fact, i wasn't really bad at all. There were just one too many cliches thrown in.
But oh golly, what was the story with George? Has he always acted like that? Gosh darn it, 'cause he aint that good. Look, I aint hatin'. I just really wish he was better so that I wouldn't have wasted those few minutes of my life. Nah, the plot was pretty good so I didn't mind that so much. The voilence ws harsh (they KILLED a man!) and I hate too much grafic blood shed...although technically the poor sod didn't actually spill any, or lose any for that matter.
Anyhoo, the part I found most entertaining was the end: The bad guy, or should I say, girl gets busted. Mr Clayton strolls away from the scene and catches a cab. No music what so ever. This was just a bit too much like we're trying to make a super cool new modern movie and don't want to make it seem like the same bull from last year frame of mind for my liking. Except that I have seen that bull before. In any movie where the hero wins there's the part where he walks away looking all I-am-not-really-a-hero-I'm-just-really-really-good-looking... And then they get this peaceful yet concerned look on their faces, like what they just did had to be done, no excuses and it definitely had nothing to do with ego's, money or any magical beings of any kind. They had to do good. Because they are good!
Maybe one day movies will provide me with something new and only the generations way after me will taunt them. Haha, the poor sods who had to produce this one. Auwh shucks they tried their best. i have to say it: if you want to ensure a movie's success, make sure you sign George Cloony on. He might not be the absolute best actor there ever was (in my opinion) but he sure as hell is good looking! Yum!
Gaaah, romantic comedies, anyone? Nah, none for me...
0 comments Posted by C.M. van Schyck at 8:29 PMHow to lose a guy in ten days... argh. I watched the movie for like the third time the other day. Yes, I agree. Watching it once is bad enough, but three times? In my defense, the first time I did I ws so tiny, and the most recent was when there was absolutely nothing else on. My point? I'm getting to it.
So the character played by, what'shernameagain quits her job after the oh-so-terrible fight and confrontation, drunken singing episode (she must have had a few glasses between scenes!) and is on her way to her shiny new job interview.
The other lead, played by what'shisface prettyboyactor meanwhile has jumped onto his super mini scooter thingy and races after her taxi. I thought cellphones were already invented back then? Apparently not.
He does stop her, so don't be fooled! Hero on his white horsie has arrived! He stops the taxi and confronts the chick. Dumdumdum... the BIG moment.
He pokes the magazine she had been writing for under her nose and asks, all heroic like, "Is this true?"
Ah, the poor girl; she's already in tears, and he of course shows no emotion. Just asks her to come back with him.
Never mind that she's now unemployed and she probably already paid for her plane ticket to the interview... Did anyone remember the bloody interview? Nah? Ok, moving on.
He throws a bunch of bills at the taxi driver and tells him to take her luggage back to her apartment. They climb his golden, I mean, white pony and ride into the sunset.
The taxi driver probably took the cash, her stuff and made his way back to Queens. Can't trust taxi's these days, eh?
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