From The Corner of Your Eye. Black & White City

I went to a bookstore To look at glossy photography albums and strangers hiding in a self-help section. I went to a bookstore To feed my soul and stare into space for as long as I want. I went to a bookstore To find a stranger and borrow his life for a poem. I went…

When a Smile Speaks a Thousand Words. In Morocco

When I told my British colleagues at work that I was going to Morocco all by myself they were concerned and tried to change my mind. You see, they feed their minds with fake news and fear, they choose to believe that love and kindness are not something we all practice. During my short, but the…

The Satisfaction of People Watching

The immense satisfaction of people watching. Do you ever get that? I was stuck at the airport in Amsterdam. Put on a waiting list after running like a mad person all sweaty and thirsty, hoping to get on the next flight for a long awaited family reunion. Took me hours to get bored. I find strangers…

Moroccan Rug of Dreams

‘Stop taking pictures. Are you from China? Do you want to steal my designs? Why are you taking so many pictures? Click! Click! Stop now! One is enough. Stop it.’ I smile. I need more time and someone in a bold outfit for the shot I have in mind. The one that makes your heritage pop out….

Smiling At Strangers

Sat in a coffee shop, watching the world and taking pictures of strangers. Who knew? They smiled. Big and genuine smiles. Brits are not so miserable after all (got to work on my sarcasm). I hope you have a great day and I hope you smile at strangers. Surprise Harmony

Never Underestimate the Ant People

I salute you if you do not judge. I salute you if you know how to listen without interrupting or jumping to the next exciting thing when you feel you are satisfied with the answer.  Do you judge when you meet someone new? What if I died my hair blue thinking that mermaids had better dreams?…

When Your Greatest Fear is Boredom

Some people might be scared of death. My biggest fear is boredom. Not the one where the solitude is the most overwhelming and everything seems dark. I am talking about the boredom where my inner child stops asking questions and does not feel the need to lick ice cream. Too worried it might ruin my crisp white shirt. Today…

For True Lovers of Christmas Sparkle. Black & White Photography

Yesterday I met a very elegant lady. She wore a brooch. A big Christmas tree with stones that the busy store lights made look like disco balls hitting the shore. Like on LSD. The elegant lady told me one could not find these brooches these days. She has had hers for over 30 years and would…

You Are Mad Not to Believe in Magic

Once upon a time there lived Claus. Claus was loving, kind and jolly. He gave the best hugs in the world. His mulled wine was to die for. He loved to keep himself busy. Christmas mornings Clause spent making future plans. He did not do that to distract himself or fight the loneliness. He did it…

Black and White Smokers at the Airport

My plane got delayed. I snuggled on a reasonably soft armchair with a cup of coffee pretending to read a book. I watched strangers indulge into the joy of smoking. There has always been something mysterious about this territory. A place I have an envy for. This eerie way of relaxing. Imagine this, dear smoker, I…