Sunday night of an eventful weekend sounds even more cruel than normally does.
I spent the Saturday morning sick and complaining at home (for the bad cold I caught is -reasonably- an opportunity to spend the whole day at home... although I cannot stand spending time at home when I know there are so many interesting things to do outside!) and what saved me was the concert we had the tickets for, the same night.
The artist is called Carpenter Brut and he played at Melkweg.
My boyfriend aka The Frenchman found out by total chance that Carpenter Brut would have played two Saturdays ago just a few days in advance. He knew only a couple of songs thanks to his passion for videogames - this artist has composed the soundtrack for a couple of games that became quite popular among the fans. Me, apart from these few notions, knew basically nothing about him and had no expectations whatsoever.
And well, it was a great night. Music, electronics, visual effects, eighties, electropop and heavy metal all mixed together, if that sounds possible. It is! I love when art mixes up different experiences and I believe that the real artist is the one that wakes up all your senses in a truly multi-sensorial experience.
Talking about art, the Sunday we were off to Hilversum to grab the chance to see this year's World Press Photo exhibition. It's ages that I chase the exhibition year after year and in multiple places - I have seen it in Tokyo, Rome, and Dublin before. It is probably the most inspiring photographic exhibition and every year it doesn't stop to amaze me.
Extremely talented photojournalists depict reality behind a lens. They catch the right moments, the right people, the right light, only like photographers can do, and the way life looks in their eyes is even more realistic and authentic, like you think "yes, it can't but be this way". It's surprising how a simple sky, a poor house, a basketball match, an insect, a city wrapped in its thick cover of smog and pollution look strong, their colours so bright, their appearance so decadent. Whenever I am out of this exhibition, I feel that I love this world a tiny bit more.
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