Monday, December 15, 2008

mika miko


beautiful ghent

arry Newman & Ignatz


Elizabeth Anka Vaja

the Dodos @ VK




thriving Dodos

IDFA






rocknroll turism with agent mo




burnt friedman & jaki liebezeit

tim exile

The Emperor Machine

Kelpe

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday, October 31, 2008

Femi Kuti & The Positive Forces





festival des libertes @flagey

Seun Kuti & Fela's Egypt 80





@ ancienne belgique

Les Ballets C. de la B.


Aphasiadisiac sur le plateau du Théâtre Les Tanneurs


Sunday, October 5, 2008

Friday, September 19, 2008

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Catalogue



+ Richard Pinhas @ recyclart. Tag under September,Brussels,Recyclart,Friday night out etc etc.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Monday, September 1, 2008

Sunday, August 31, 2008

An artist must regulate his life.

A Day in the Life of a Musician :: Erik Satie

Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)

Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.

My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.

I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.

My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely.

I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another.

Saturday, August 30, 2008