Posts tagged memory.

33 Ways Manhattan's East Village Has Changed In Only 7 Years ›

This was surprisingly moving for me.  I didn’t realize how much has changed in less than a decade until I looked through these photos and found things I remember from my younger years.  In high school and college, the East Village was always a favorite of mine because it was cheap and it was “counterculture.”  Despite being a nerdy A+ student on the outside, I always felt kinship with the punks, with Patti Smith, with the people who pierced and tattooed, with artists.  And the East Village was always a temporary escape into that world I so desperately yearned for.

  April 29, 2014 at 10:13am
visitheworld:

Blue Mosque at sunrise, Istanbul, Turkey (by jelisaveta21).

Still.

visitheworld:

Blue Mosque at sunrise, Istanbul, Turkey (by jelisaveta21).

Still.

St. Wenceslas Square during Christmas, 2008.

St. Wenceslas Square during Christmas, 2008.

  December 25, 2012 at 12:17am
Via Santa Lucia, Padova, dicembre 2008.  

Via Santa Lucia, Padova, dicembre 2008.  

  December 25, 2012 at 12:07am
Piazza dei Signori a Padova in dicembre.  Vivevo qua…

Piazza dei Signori a Padova in dicembre.  Vivevo qua…

  December 24, 2012 at 12:18am
Boston Public Library.  Boston, MA.
Whenever it start to get really brisk and the leaves are changing colors, I always think of fall semesters in Boston.  Those times were full of homework, and there was no better place to do it than the Boston Public Library.

Boston Public Library.  Boston, MA.

Whenever it start to get really brisk and the leaves are changing colors, I always think of fall semesters in Boston.  Those times were full of homework, and there was no better place to do it than the Boston Public Library.

  October 08, 2012 at 12:07pm

Lost Memories by François Ferracci.  

  September 24, 2012 at 03:33pm

cavetocanvas:

DonatelloEquestrian Statue of Gattamelata, 1447-50

Erasmo da Narni!  Piazza del Santo!  Padova!

Mi ricordo bene le giornate che abbiamo passato al Prato.  Al Santo c’era sempre il Gattamelata, alto ed eminente, un lavoro di un proprio maestro.  Era un simbolo che mi ricordava alla storia e la cultura che ci circondava sempre cuando eravamo a Padova.

Cats in Ephesus and Selçuk. Turkey, August 2011.

  August 31, 2012 at 08:44am

Efes/Ephesus.  Turkey, August 2011.

  August 31, 2012 at 02:19am

ONE YEAR AGO: LONDON, 8/27/11

London was exhilarating.  Full of wondrous things to do and see.  Interesting people with quick wit and a vicious sense of humor.  History everywhere, right along modernities that are some of the greatest in the world.  Although London feels much smaller and pedestrian than New York, it’s easy to see why it’s one of the most influential cities on the planet.

It felt, and more so in my memory feels, like its own world, with all the little areas being their own lands with their own peoples and cultures.  Hectic Piccadilly, stately Trafalgar, villagey Notting Hill, elegant Kensington, vintage-alternative Soho, wide-open Thames, old-fashioned Westminster, tourist South Bank.

I love cities - the way they’re designed and built and expand over time; the way people live alongside others so profoundly different from themselves; the way a city pulses around its infrastructure, like some organism with people flowing through its veins.  London, from what I saw, is a very good example of this concept - a healthy city with a strong body, a good immune system and a substantial propensity for continuous change that may alter the appearance and daily operations of the organism, but never the core seated in the soul.

#travel  #memory  #london  
  August 27, 2012 at 10:50am
Soho barber shop, London, August 2011.

Soho barber shop, London, August 2011.

  August 27, 2012 at 12:00am

ONE YEAR AGO: LONDON, 8/25/11

[1]  One of my favorite things at the Tower was the ravens.  There are about eight or so, and some of them roam freely.  Our audio tour said that some can talk; the ravenmaster gave one a treat and told him “That’s for you,” to which the bird replied, “That’s for me.”  They also steal hair ribbons and bark like dogs, according to the tour.

Hours and hours later, we’d finished the tour.  A snapshot of what I remember:  Anne Boleyn’s execution site, Jane Grey’s prison tower, the tower where the young English princes may have been murdered, and the gate where prisoners were brought via boat.  William the Conqueror’s large keep also stands out as well as some of its exhibition contents - armors, submachine guns, and many swords.

Another standout:  the Crown Jewels.  The Heart of Africa, the Koh-i-Noor, and the ancient sapphire that allegedly belonged to Edward the Confessor, Queen Victoria’s small tiara worn in mourning, Elizabeth’s sceptre - all incredible.  Nowhere else have I seen such opulence and grandeur in the secular sense.  

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[2]  On my way toward the other side, a young Eastern European woman took me by surprise when she asked if I would take a photo of her near the river.  She asked if I do photo professionally, and I said I studied it in school,  She asked if I was practicing now, and I said “just for vacation.”  Although, how grand it would have been to be assigned to shoot London as homework.  After a few smiles and awkward pauses, the girl went on her way.  I watched her go and felt melancholy.  As she dragged her suitcase behind her, I wondered if she was just a tourist visiting alone, or if she was visiting someone, or here for business.  I felt a sense of loneliness for her and hoped she wasn’t alone.  And then I realized:  I was alone as a tourist in London.  But I didn’t feel like one.  Instead of feeling lost and confused and unaware, I felt connected, determined and able.  I felt like I knew the city well and my way around by heart, and I didn’t feel like I looked like a tourist.  The camera may have given it away, but the camera could have also belonged to a photographer, or a student, or someone who calls London home.

I’m glad I had a night alone, because it allowed me the independence to know what it would feel like to live in London.  And it felt great.  I do truly want to return.

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[3]  So while we were buying our second round, Chris was at the table, and the homeless guy struck.  We went back to try to rescue her, but she continued to talk to him.  So we continued to drink.  Although, we had to do a bank/apartment run, and while we were out, Angela completely summed up the appearance and demeanor of the guy:  a Weasley twin.  I cried laughing down Greek Street.  And I baptized him as Freorge.

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-Three passages from the 8/25/11 entry in my London journal.  


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  August 26, 2012 at 11:52pm
London Eye, August 2011.  

London Eye, August 2011.  

  August 26, 2012 at 01:28am

ONE YEAR AGO: LONDON, 8/26/11

We didn’t want London to end, so we didn’t go home.  We just walked - around and around Soho and down to Chinatown (where I gushed about the boys and our Chinese night) and all the way to the Trocadero near Picadilly Circus.  We looked for Ad Dog and couldn’t find him and we saw Creepy Smiley Guy in his car.  All the characters we’d met/seen in Soho made me even sadder that we’d be leaving in the morning.  But time loves no one, and in a blink, our week in London was gone.

-A passage from the 8/26/11 entry in my London journal.  


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  August 25, 2012 at 12:00am