Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Inspiration: The perfect backyard dinner

October 23, 2013

Още когато създавах свой блог, because im addicted беше един от първите лейфстайл блогове, които последвах и посветих в начинанието да ме вдъхновява и развлича. Притежателката му - Гери Хърш се справя повече от чудесно със своите интригуващи постове за музика, фестивали, мода, направи си сам проекти, грим, храна, фотография и изкуство. Днес обаче видях най-новия пост, по случай градинското парти за рождения й ден и бях по-вдъхновена от всякога. С вълнение показах на приятеля ми как изглежда мечтаното парти - стилна вечеря в задния двор, с прекрасно украсени маси, свещи, озаряващи нощта и невероятно подбрани специалитети и напитки. И разбира се, изпълнено със смеха и вълнението на любимите хора. С две думи бях толкова трогната и вдъхновена от тези перфектни снимки, че просто нямаше как да не ги споделя (и какво казва Гери, послучай рождения си ден)...

Nature child

August 9, 2012

Природа. Прекрасната природа, в своето величие, в своята простоватост, в своята най-чиста красота и невинност, нетрепност, неподвижност и влиятелност. Със своите недостатъци и своите неперфектности. И в своята цялост. На един безкраен кръговрат, на живот и смърт. На агония и пепел, на нежност и ухание. Природа... В една малка нейна частица.

Unthinkable

May 16, 2012


Some people say it's a masterpiece. I call it the most simple photo I've ever made.
It's made on July 2010, I was at my village that day... Sitting on our brand new bench in the yard, which was facing the garden. I remember someone came and gave me a bouquet of little, dried field flowers in pretty purple color and I placed them on the bench. Then suddenly felt somehow inspired by such a small thing, set the black and white camera mode and captured the moment. It was the most simple thing. Now when I look at the photo, in my mind it always looks like it tells a story of a boy waiting for a girl, who never came, so he just leaves the flowers for her and never comes back. It somehow represents loneliness and melancholy, but I still like it... I don't really remember what mood I was in, but I decided to name it after one of my favorite love songs - Alicia Keys's "Unthinkable".

"I was wondering maybe
Could I make you my baby
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
If you ask me I'm ready 
If you ask me I'm ready..."

En route to Tsarev brod... (The bus adventure)

March 27, 2012

What a drama!
Last week was a madness and my Friday went all wrong, bringing me to a total mental break down. Most of my friends decided to devote themselves to village tourism for the weekend, and since I wanted to do it long ago, I decided to follow their example. I needed to get away from town and relax as fast as I could. This is how my little village trip started...
Funnily enough, (I had to go by a bus) this was my first long distance trip by a bus to somewhere! Not knowing when exactly it will arrive (there's no a bus schedule for places out of town), I went on the bus stop an hour earlier and had to wait there upright and look at every single bus to see if it's mine. After almost an hour *fail* it finally came and I managed to take it! I'm great when it comes to buses, because I've traveled with them like... 3 times in my whole life, always to places in my town, plus I don't weight much and I'm a tiny person, which means that every time I get on a bus and it starts moving I immediately begin wobbling around, pushing people and trying to keep myself from falling to the ground. So I got on it and bought tickets, tenacious at the closest lever and even managed to find a seat, which was on the inside side, by the window and there was a woman sitting next to it, so I had to go straight to the window, but instead I didn't even realized and took her seat, leaving the space next to me empty. She was like "Yeah, still can I take my seat back?" than I realized that I'm all alone on the both seats and moved away *epic fail, I know* haha
After 20 minutes of totter and almost mistaking the bus stop, I finally managed to get off of the diabolical machine and feel ground underneath my feet again! I headed to my house from the small center...