holliday time...

a little holiday time in this moment please enjoy my last photos, my last work, available in my shop....

relax time....

03.08. Dyzajn Márket....moments...

It was hot, so hot, not just the day, but everything, lovely atmosphere, the best food to taste, exciting models, fun and realy nice moments on this meeting.

here are some photos from the day....

getting ready...

Už zítra Vás ráda uvidím v Praze na Dyzajn Márketu, krásné místo, stále co obdivovat, co nakupovat...

moc se těším na setkání a na osvěžení od Angelata.

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I had finished most of my project and a lot of work in these days and now I am getting ready for the last market of this summer for me. Dyzajn Márket in Prague starts tomorow.

Lovely place, nice people, the best atmosphere and products. I am just a bit afraid of the weather - should be the hottest day in this week.

What makes me happy is the best icecream served there..

If You are somewhere around in Prague, love to see You there.

getting ready...still somethin to do, to improve...

simple....

I am alone at home for the lunch in these days, I do not like to cook just for myself, but today I had a taste for something special, not just my everyday home-made bread with fried eggs or so...

 just a simple pasta with green pesto, pepper, fresh basil, olive oil and niva (or gorgonzola), light fresh meal for this hot days....

almost as quick as preparing a sandwich

holiday time at home....

Prázdniny u našich...

Ve sprše hmatám po sprchovém mléce a namydlím se. Jeho vůně mi okamžitě zaplaví smysly. Možná to tak nějak slibují i v reklamě, a je to opravdu tak, zaplaví smysly, vrátí do dětství...

Je to vůbec možné? Jak dokázali vyrobit vůni dětství? Na obalu stojí nesmyslný cizí název, vše v angličtině a nic nedává smysl, přesto vím, že jsem doma, jako kdysi.

Voní trochu jako nivea, trochu po vypraném prádle, trochu po létě, trochu po neoholeném podpaží mé maminky ze vzpomínek a z dob, kdy se chloupky v podpaží ještě braly jako samozřejmá přirozená věc. Kdy jsem já i mé kamarádky ještě nosily hřívu na hlavě i na nohou pod bílými silonkami s obrázky na školních výletech do divadla.

ještě jednou si nevěřícně prohlédnu obal mléka a pak automaticky sáhnu po jednorázovém holítku a vracím se do současnosti.

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Holiday at ours....

I touch the shower milk in the shower and start to wash myself. The smell flood my senses immediately. Perhaps this sort of promise they advertise, and it is really so, flooding my senses back to childhood ...

Is this even possible? How could they produce odor of childhood? The packaging holds absurd alien name, all in English, and nothing makes sense, but I know that I'm home, as once was.

It smells a bit like nivea, a bit like washed linen, a little like the summer, a bit like my moms unshaven armpits from my memories,  and times, when the hair in the armpits regarded as self-evident natural thing. When me and my friends still wore the mane on our heads and on legs beneath the white tights with pictures on them, on school trips to the theater.

Once again, the incredulous look through container of that milk, and then reaching for a single razor automatically and return to the present.

day by day

the quick flood and circles in the field...