Autumn is real and Kraków gone.

View from our window, late October 2014

I miss Kraków, maybe because it resembles Košice and feelings connected to it so much. And maybe I am just too tired and autumn is real (and I am out of serotonin).

Early morning bike ride in dark and silence and rain was the perfect way to indulge this kind of loneliness.

(taken two years ago at Forum Hotel, 2012)

Loaded with Fujicolor HG 1600, Cocteau Twins and currant wine.

Chilling the fuck out on the stereo.

And sometimes attacking the rug.

Vacuum cleaner, the almighty.

Next year calendar won’t be for your granny (and not for mine either).
Dirty and trashy, abandoned and urban. All film, all 2015.

Hunting light.

Piškót & Puding, September 2014