The drop of milk in the coffee. The cello strings of a street melody. The dry gouache on a street bench. The warm smell steaming out of a boulangerie every morning. The raindrops on a métro window. There are a lot of things in life that you can do without. In Paris, art is not one… More Under the Parisienne Lights
Tales of My World.
It was when I stepped into the airport that I met the beautiful kindness of the Finns. Then a snowy bus ride, all the way to the train station. Rushing to a random florist right before Finland appeared right in front of me waiting for me to greet it with its stunning shyness, confused look… More A Snow White Finnish Morning
As you open up your eyes and look out the window, you can catch Istanbul telling you a ferrytale with all its bright colors. It stands right in front of you with its European look and talks to you with its Middle Eastern mouth. It will surround you with its eternal waters. And the pigeons will… More Neither Europe, Nor Asia, But Istanbul.