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Cluj-Napoca…This is a post that I have been postponing ever since the craziness with the fashion weeks. But now I know why, I waited for the 1st of October, the day when all the faculties are opening the gates for their students. Be aware, this will be a more personal post and it will be hard for me to stay within the objectivity lines because Cluj-Napoca is the city where I went to faculty and, of course, a place where I always come back with a lot of nostalgia, enthusiasm and some pride.

I won’t be blogging about its historical importance, you can found it on wikipedia, but I just want to share some amazing photos published on “I love Cluj” facebook page and some taken by me that will certainly make you want to visit it. This year I had the chance to attend the Transylvania International Film (TIFF) that took place there, do you remember about my weekend escape at the beginning of the summer? But except for TIFF, Cluj-Napoca is one of the most important academic city in Romania, it gathers a lot of students every year and, therefore it has a lot of important cultural places: theaters, operas (both Romanian and Hungarian) museums, philharmonic orchestra, but it also has the most amazing botanical garden in Romania. However, one should not miss the cobblestone streets (quit a lot) and afferent terraces (more than a lot, wink!) in order to enjoy a long coffee (just like me) and to feel the youth vibe of the city.

So, ten years ago I was sitting on a bench in the major square of Cluj-Napoca waiting for somebody to save me because I could not find the way to my newly rented studio, wink! I was eventually saved …by my friends! Great times!

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snap snap: street photography.

“Love is in the air everywhere I look around,

Love is in the air with every sight and every sound…” (J. P. Young)

Note: When I first saw these two it seemed to me like they were kissing. LOL.

“What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?…” (W. H. Davies)

Note: He was walking in front of me and stopped to stare at those stencils…

“I’m a genie in a cup of japanese tea, baby,

Come, come, come on in and let me out…” :- )))

Note: Fortunately, that dude didn’t notice I was photo-experimenting on him.

Of course, this last photo just HAD to ruin my post’s perfectly related title. 😀

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some kind of beautiful.

GB: dăăă, sint nebuna de dor

GB: eram in statie. gara de nord. seara.

GB: si a inceput sa ninga cu fulgi mari-mari

GB: si ma tot uitam in sus

GB: cum se joaca fulgii in lumina neoanelor

GB: si cand am coborat privirea

GB: jur ca pentru o secunda am vazut piata unirii

GB: nu mai eram in statie in bucuresti

GB: asteptand 178-ul

GB: eram in cluj

GB: si ma uitam cum cade zapada peste piata unirii

GB: si peste mine

GB: jur c-am fost acolo o secunda

GB: what was that ?

GB: what?

D: piata unirii a fost 🙂

Photo credit: I love Cluj!

P.S.: Can you spot those two chained hearts at the bottom of the picture? 🙂

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a snowy night in cluj.

GB: dar ce are clujul in plus?

D: nu stiu…

GB: ce are clujul si nu are bucurestiul?

D: …

GB: ce? ce?? CE???

D: nu stiu!!!

D: are… suflet!!!

D: ca-n campania aia a BT

GB: yeah… 🙂

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the girl in the park.

Sintem in octombrie, 2007, acum trei ani. Cluj. Peste parc a cazut o plapumioara de rosu-sarat, galben-obosit, verde-crud si albastru-descultz. Toamna are gustul unui coktail de sange si zahar. Cerul e linistit, nu il doare nimic astazi, nici macar culoarea. Lumina e deasa ca mierea. Eu ma plimb cu buchetul meu de frunze galbene, ea cu al ei. Se uita lung la buchetul meu. Expresia ei concentrata arata ca face calcule complicate, care imi scapa. Apoi vine spre mine razand din tot sufletul ei de puf, ingramadeste peste buchetul meu de frunze si buchetul ei si spune: “Uite, acum o sa ai si mai multe…” Si fuge. 🙂 Peste 2 minute, ne intalnim iar. Eu le fac fotografii ratustelor de pe lac. Ea se joaca cu fratiorii. Are iar un buchetel de frunze uscate in maini. De data asta e randul meu: “Uite, acum chiar ca o sa ai cel mai frumos buchet de pe aici…” Si lipesc buchetul meu de al ei. Rade, il ia si nu mai fuge. In schimbul surasului aluia mai luminos decat toate supernovele la un loc, ii cer o fotografie. Si asa o prind si in obiectiv, nu numai in gand si-n suflet. Unul dintre pacatele mele e ca ma indragostesc – fara sa vreau – aproape de toti oamenii misto pe care-i cunosc intamplator. Ma indragostesc de povestile lor, cusute cu ata rosie. De ochii lor in care nu ploua niciodata cand e toamna. De  felul cum se joaca cu mainile cand un colt de soare li se agata de degete. Si ii iubesc inca multa vreme dupa ce-au iesit din viata mea. Cineva zicea, mai in gluma, mai in serios, ca inima mea e ca un hotel. But how can you blame me, cand oamenii sint asa FRUMOSI?

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ranting, 2010.

likes writing texts without first and third person pronouns * is on hazardous terrain, before she’ll smash to smithereens – innocence and arrogance entwined, in the filthiest of minds * spells “yellow” instead of “hello” * is fidgeting * overeducated ms. elegantly wasted would like a glass of wine * ducks never wear polka dotted socks * fairies wear boots * it’s funny how, just like people, the clouds part and rearrange for me * rain is coming down like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ * like a pair of Evisu jeans, we were so last year * summer faded away like cinnamon* toamna a venit ca un iepure inghetat * LENS-CAPED * vanilla twilight * “kandy kolored tangerine flake streamline baby” and feature stories * hot sour salty sweet * is at wit’s end & needs a freakin’ break * whatever happened with the midnight getaways? cine vine diseara (spre noapte) pana la mare si repede inapoi? * what’s real can’t die * bineinteles ca furtuna m-a prins pe strada. Eu cu paharele de vin, tirbusonul si spleenul, Robert cu sticla de vin si blestemele. Zece minute mai tarziu, radeam isterici in intersectie la bannerul went wild, gata sa ne plezzzneasca intr-o balta * Lo so, lo sai, il tempo vola, ma quanta strada per rivederti ancora, per uno sguardo, per il mio orgoglio, quanto ti voglio, quanto ti voglio * bewitched, bothered and bewildered * enjoying the quiet night and the red wine. the (very) unbearable lightness of being * eat drink think change * we can park the car and walk to town, buy the cheapest bottle of wine that we could find and talk about the road behind – how getting lost is not a waste of time * Nijinski, Balanchine, Stravinski, Picasso, Matisse, Ravel * cute but psycho * n-are niciun chef * essen trinken tanzen * back in the hotel room at the stroke of midnight, just like an electro cinderella * for what it’s worth * i’m sedentary. which is classy lazy * flick your cigarette and kiss me, in the dark of the matinée * stack chips for rainy days * This status contains special characters. It won’t display properly in the collage * voudrais du soleil vert, des dentelles et des théières, des photos de bord de mer * the princess is sad… from the princess slips such sighs in her words from the strawberry lips * can’t stop feeling * c’est le temps des grandes métamorphoses * my favourite thing is to go where I’ve never been * dear diary, yesterday I diped my toes in the ocean, for the first time ever. It was as cold as my cerveja * our martinis make you see double and feel single * Ramalama Bang Bang, Flash Bang Big Bang, Bing Bong, Ding Dong, Dum dum d’ dum dum. With a hammer Bang Bang, Flash Bang Press Gang, Bing Bong, Ding Dong, Dum dum d’ dum dum * Mr. Mazilique said he would buy the wine himself * that boy needs therapy, psychosomatic, that boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic * Hunter S. Thompson’s breakfast of champions: spanish omelette, bacon, lime pie, coffee, 2 margaritas, 4 bloody marys , all served  in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked * coriander-apple, cucumber-melon * is back & unbearably smug * daca as avea o galetusa plina cu mure, n-as imparti-o cu nimeni * nu-mi mai plac tigarile. imi place doar sa fumez * autumn came one day early and made me happy * Tom-Waits-with-a-hangover voice on his it’s-either-poetry-or-suicide lyrics * let’s do something crazy, something absolutely wrong * a sight for sore eyes and a view to kill * no, i never miss a beat * i will chew people, but won’t eat them * azi nigel, maine joshua, poimaine caracatiţă * fuckity fuck fuck and a bottle of nothing * english summer rain seems to last forever * would like a cup of tea * still hates packing * e la ora actuală un om cu preocupări aşa-zis nedefinite * moon, river (Vltava) and me * in sfarsit mi-au ridicat si mie masina, asa ca am sarbatorit cu un armagnac din ’54 * is eating three muffintops * dizzy morning, vertigo afternoon * is overwhelmed * happymess * trying to spell hangover * pouring myself a glass of wine and counting down * bangover * slippy little lips had split me * that’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. if something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen * whatever happened to amelia earhart? * 440 horsepower in a 2cylinder engine * nothing is real and nothing to get hung about * beerdrunk soul * zapada murdara * poc zdrang buf trosc pleosc * frecus de albus in galbenus * want me to sign there on your Range Rover heart? * serendipity * beauty is in the eye of the be(er)holder * lithium,  teen spirit, the man who sold the world, polly, in bloom,  oh, well, whatever, nevermind * inkin’ Lincoln, sand-script with a fly on the wall * so raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my friends * you thought the drama did us good. well, get off the cross, we need the wood * viva la resolution and god bless queen canon * french me a fry * koudelka * sixx, mars, neil and lee *  twelve cylinder symphony * anticipation has a habbit to set you up * christmas came early * it’s not heaven, it’s cool, i feel alive. * just 19 and sucker’s dream i guess i thought you had the flavour *  we had a supersolar weekend, as Muse would say * Kobe Bryant is on TV * We fly higher than weather in G5s or bettter * can you hear him singing in the background chorus “tricky, tricky”? * bella, come una mattina d’acqua cristallina, come una finestra che mi illumina il cuscino * i grew up and i am HAPPY

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