tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51051752402782556982024-03-13T16:12:05.468+01:00Music for a while shall all your cares beguile...My own "Petit Trianon" where i can escape the horrors of present and reality.Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-45193650174227308202013-04-20T10:06:00.003+02:002013-04-20T10:09:03.440+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been more than a year since i last posted here, we've had a godawful winter which never seemed to end and now it finally starts feeling like spring, soon i'll be able to climb up on the rooftop of my building again and just take in this spectacular view, essentially the same as the one from my apartment, about fifteen feet below, but what a difference those feet make! -i only hope that bitchy seagull from last year won't make her nest up there...Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-40009178383281022562012-04-15T12:29:00.001+02:002012-04-15T12:38:48.385+02:00After so many years of anticipation...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja37a102dc99U3iT13SOZDgdQrB-Dfrebd28MAE0e0TH9O-ZayADXt8F2071-BxTTifPbEuRWQN-7zRmZAn6cT3sXMCpEQMUgciuvuGyRlTSodfofQOIcehiYhDT9JSFLDwPtSzUFuC6yA/s1600/IMG_4605.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja37a102dc99U3iT13SOZDgdQrB-Dfrebd28MAE0e0TH9O-ZayADXt8F2071-BxTTifPbEuRWQN-7zRmZAn6cT3sXMCpEQMUgciuvuGyRlTSodfofQOIcehiYhDT9JSFLDwPtSzUFuC6yA/s400/IMG_4605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731571937933034722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >My mother in a photobooth, around 1963-64.</span><br /><br />...i've at last laid my hands on a copy of the 1964 swedish comedy <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058627/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Svenska Bilder"</span></a> <span style="font-style:italic;">(Swedish Portraits)</span> in which my beautiful mother Katarina, then 23, had a minor part as a housemaid.<br />It has never been released on either vhs or dvd, only some public screenings and on television. So it was so exciting to finally see her in it, to see her walk and talk -even if all she said was "Yes, yes, madam is waiting" and "Thank you". <br />She never became an actress and this was the only thing she was in as far as i know, -although she took acting classes as well as dancing and singing lessons. She moved in those circles and at times worked as prompter at a theater. <br />With her striking looks and charm she probably would have made an excellent actress but, much like me, i guess she was too shy and insecure.<br />She went on to become a high school teacher and taught history, religion, swedish and drama.<br /><br />Just those few seconds of seeing her made me incredibly happy, and the whole film is an extraordinarily pretty and witty little creation, i can't see why it was left in obscurity for so long. Here are some screen caps:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjem7fdRYhLRfxg84Nrx0OY6WKcNFIeQ_RoU37DZMytDLPNIzC29gvl3P4svlV03NUqP-8QytJVSYtU0wnrURQDUxw_CGLmL5hDmW2nEw4bgL2XJW1rNjYiEA-XIhL6iNT9RScLou7bv05w/s1600/cap0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjem7fdRYhLRfxg84Nrx0OY6WKcNFIeQ_RoU37DZMytDLPNIzC29gvl3P4svlV03NUqP-8QytJVSYtU0wnrURQDUxw_CGLmL5hDmW2nEw4bgL2XJW1rNjYiEA-XIhL6iNT9RScLou7bv05w/s400/cap0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726876395800008610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">with Georg Rydeberg and Hans Alfredsson</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yp71keRamIMha2qstk83yY6Ng7RUKZqXSjvwg2GXxyFdIXumo_IfL2jNQdHi_KsRYKzzh2x0aBkV_C-iGOIuENSwIX2xwWq5MndOfR3GYfhDYxAKpHPWk5WnJ5GRiDBoCOgfZkeAig8o/s1600/Cap2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yp71keRamIMha2qstk83yY6Ng7RUKZqXSjvwg2GXxyFdIXumo_IfL2jNQdHi_KsRYKzzh2x0aBkV_C-iGOIuENSwIX2xwWq5MndOfR3GYfhDYxAKpHPWk5WnJ5GRiDBoCOgfZkeAig8o/s400/Cap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726874953566014914" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVXDtjgXQieCSNZ2WyOhAwPjUzIbQAGDMQ6PbmZmyRxQlwhEmbKl0aaVH1V9s1XMPNln95rZ5xqcQX6Z9HHZrj50wRzb-JKQg4UzW7MxPENmY-CYJQQfTpPzvkTEzJAFSQD-TXK3ndY_e/s1600/Cap3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVXDtjgXQieCSNZ2WyOhAwPjUzIbQAGDMQ6PbmZmyRxQlwhEmbKl0aaVH1V9s1XMPNln95rZ5xqcQX6Z9HHZrj50wRzb-JKQg4UzW7MxPENmY-CYJQQfTpPzvkTEzJAFSQD-TXK3ndY_e/s400/Cap3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726874809115059186" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOGg9ufUiKkRI_nrMQPGZcEdQjTPxT-qWxtQpZwf8OoXuMIpDt2cvEEGigmWRbWVrIguWWmfgdgEK79exNic74Z98bXBEKoH28oa7DV5ZogpUk1e_cWSi4hV6K9O8ZLxudMJEFBGgZb_Z/s1600/cap4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOGg9ufUiKkRI_nrMQPGZcEdQjTPxT-qWxtQpZwf8OoXuMIpDt2cvEEGigmWRbWVrIguWWmfgdgEK79exNic74Z98bXBEKoH28oa7DV5ZogpUk1e_cWSi4hV6K9O8ZLxudMJEFBGgZb_Z/s400/cap4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726874598919187554" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9srHTX4b8aT3-z6nczeGayvEg4KoJpxXd_bhPkF8dFwV3n8I6dhlaDOb0d16qVIGUXKqzidqSom3IjO2An2hmwsL1DSLpObcbVl2WUCDkljuE6iKR68DM3jTfvw6xtf93pkmDPYaNq-MF/s1600/cap6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9srHTX4b8aT3-z6nczeGayvEg4KoJpxXd_bhPkF8dFwV3n8I6dhlaDOb0d16qVIGUXKqzidqSom3IjO2An2hmwsL1DSLpObcbVl2WUCDkljuE6iKR68DM3jTfvw6xtf93pkmDPYaNq-MF/s400/cap6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726874485042319650" border="0" /></a>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-72275843753883612532012-03-10T22:33:00.001+01:002012-03-10T22:34:57.802+01:00Yet another little musical interlude...I can't think of anything to post these days, my head is a mess of thoughts but i can't seem to make sense of them, or find ways to express them.<br />I hope all is well with you, my readers who are still there...<br /><br />For now -enjoy this song - and gorgeous Fragonard-inspired little masterpiece of a video by the wonderful <a href="http://www.clairediterzi.fr/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Claire Diterzi,</span></a> to the title track from her terrific album "Tableau de chasse" (Naïve):<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z9_1OAJrwjI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="520"></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-27210871969835352282011-12-27T17:13:00.008+01:002011-12-27T21:54:04.286+01:00This christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jPeFVgtDKCheYGI_KJ-xiR95I0rksncYMcaybbZEHLplGYJlOQrwGgGeXhPd8WqrcpnQ7fTs1F2u6sBQn5g-Mi6xRW9LwAPqLxBjbzMNCrIEI-8Knu8yI6IoDN453YdGyYCjdY7cmuZe/s1600/IMG_4156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jPeFVgtDKCheYGI_KJ-xiR95I0rksncYMcaybbZEHLplGYJlOQrwGgGeXhPd8WqrcpnQ7fTs1F2u6sBQn5g-Mi6xRW9LwAPqLxBjbzMNCrIEI-8Knu8yI6IoDN453YdGyYCjdY7cmuZe/s400/IMG_4156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690849287507399010" border="0" /></a><br />With both my parents gone, and a dysfunctional, to say the least, relation with my remaining family i have, for the first time ever, celebrated christmas with friends. But i still had to have a little, but dense enough to house an entire family of squirrels without my dog knowing it, tree for my home, as i always have. Back in the days when we had a summer house in the archipelago my mother and i used to go out there and get trees right from the surrounding woods. Now those days feel both incredibly long ago, yet as if it was just last year. Such a strange feeling. <br />Now her portrait hangs there overlooking my little tree.<br /><br />On christmas eve i was invited by one of my oldest friends to spend the evening with her, her sister, their mother and one of her oldest friends. I was assigned to do the meatballs, which are a staple on the traditional christmas table, and of course made them just the way my mother did.<br />So it was the nicest christmas in a long time. Next year i hope to be with my half sister and niece in Pennsylvania as i had originally hoped for this one.<br /><br />As for the weather it's just been warm and humid, without a trace of frost, and that really pisses me off. I demand cold now!<br /><br />I hope you have all had a pleasant christmas, and wish you a happy new year!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06cOL4OZnK-choNPKyGcMLVSZfEpCG2iy_vpiEzWLsOxCx6bK-1BR_vrwRW6-UMl8uyTGIe0OfuYued-2sJG4b-dIXCUucE6y-NnylUMwL6MFyVWfIslr6Ot1LbtdClK-1nqsfVuT7UIe/s1600/IMG_4151.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06cOL4OZnK-choNPKyGcMLVSZfEpCG2iy_vpiEzWLsOxCx6bK-1BR_vrwRW6-UMl8uyTGIe0OfuYued-2sJG4b-dIXCUucE6y-NnylUMwL6MFyVWfIslr6Ot1LbtdClK-1nqsfVuT7UIe/s400/IMG_4151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690849796335692098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Myjw1WoBH4g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-20840785824897500542011-12-17T13:31:00.003+01:002011-12-17T13:40:13.695+01:00December will be magic again... i hope<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KnFKl6Cpy5sQEyyuYHncBOOIGbl3i4ApH2Ow2dHcshoO9TGhYDrKUCsBYpzvJXuQ6CuMZwO8F4WNvnUEvqXEMN5bUT1B42qMZwuiiCTVlQCC3MD-pak8hJoVdh09OjfRTUopiiLusJgl/s1600/DSCF3859.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KnFKl6Cpy5sQEyyuYHncBOOIGbl3i4ApH2Ow2dHcshoO9TGhYDrKUCsBYpzvJXuQ6CuMZwO8F4WNvnUEvqXEMN5bUT1B42qMZwuiiCTVlQCC3MD-pak8hJoVdh09OjfRTUopiiLusJgl/s400/DSCF3859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686696188876115970" border="0" /></a><br />Now it has been an awful long hiatus again; i've simply felt too blank and overwrought most of the time. Now i'm back to whine about the weather again; this autumn was unusually warm, and after the two last winters being all they should have been with snow and mostly cheek-pinching cold, this december has been hopelessly warm and damp with merely a little frost and absolutely no snow. Today has been grey and rainy and i wonder when and if this will turn. This is sweden, mind you! -and yesteday was able to eat a wild strawberry from my own balcony, as much as i love wild strawberries that only adds to my distress. I really don't like this at all and desperately hope that december, at least the remainder of it, will be magic again!<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Kate Bush: "December will be magic again", Christmas special from 1980:</span></span><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m1na0I-lBeo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-29356259290145180102011-11-23T17:20:00.005+01:002011-11-23T18:11:45.155+01:00RIP Montserrat Figueras (1942-2011)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDVdjRZPJfDJOOshG3NeXUOLU-w1mFr2Gius4I8h1BDLMIJ2YAb-qcxEIzu2mfW7MVcwfQBFHVb5lI9pQWmmHRcmRF0d3YhEellVR_IR7BIb1PC-bZEPadk6fvz1P0kH6agjMmiR9Oo0C/s1600/Montserrat%252BFigueras%252B%2523ADEB7B.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDVdjRZPJfDJOOshG3NeXUOLU-w1mFr2Gius4I8h1BDLMIJ2YAb-qcxEIzu2mfW7MVcwfQBFHVb5lI9pQWmmHRcmRF0d3YhEellVR_IR7BIb1PC-bZEPadk6fvz1P0kH6agjMmiR9Oo0C/s400/Montserrat%252BFigueras%252B%2523ADEB7B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678233800488008274" border="0" /></a><br />Today i was so sad to hear that the catalan soprano Montserrat Figueras had passed away, aged 69.<br />She was married to the violist and conductor Jordi Savall, together with whom she performed and made many great recordings, mainly with the ensemble Hespèrion XXI, which they both founded in 1974, specializing in music from medieval times to baroque.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Montserrat Figueras</span> with Hespèrion XXI, lead by Jordi Savall: Cáncion Sefardí</span></span><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TGAsvJvebwI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-23532688361224266072011-11-07T14:10:00.014+01:002011-11-07T23:28:22.189+01:00The Belated Halloween Bash<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqFBW5U7KZkQqR9_zK-i2PPUPpJu-UFyKUJyVpPcVk9zJdcT_f67LP_7NwIVQzX-EqAl5183AaP-Vpw3NtJpA6IXje5KYQjw_NSIAh5ALE_4L78ZdtRbacYMBHCXgwg5U46HDB884EWiR/s1600/IMG_4063.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqFBW5U7KZkQqR9_zK-i2PPUPpJu-UFyKUJyVpPcVk9zJdcT_f67LP_7NwIVQzX-EqAl5183AaP-Vpw3NtJpA6IXje5KYQjw_NSIAh5ALE_4L78ZdtRbacYMBHCXgwg5U46HDB884EWiR/s400/IMG_4063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672241454603569202" border="0" /></a><br />Last saturday, on all saints' day, i transformed my little apartment into a haunted house and gave a nice, intimate little belated halloween party. Me and my two co-hostesses served the guests quesadillas, beetroot cake with blood red icing and roman punch. Sadly i never had the time, energy, funds or imagination to put together any kind of costume. But it was a fun night all the same.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2VwEZRSAw8ZUfeR4jauLxjtg7Gy3uV_i4eKOiSCH-DPM4JrsGeV3tdX7lYFxaflIiaMTk9oY9i234GE_dcai91WZQeNzkZcC1qYT4IEfWTwsAd9_53t7Vr-iAoymNM5WGy25za7wKpaN/s1600/IMG_4060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG2VwEZRSAw8ZUfeR4jauLxjtg7Gy3uV_i4eKOiSCH-DPM4JrsGeV3tdX7lYFxaflIiaMTk9oY9i234GE_dcai91WZQeNzkZcC1qYT4IEfWTwsAd9_53t7Vr-iAoymNM5WGy25za7wKpaN/s400/IMG_4060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672241774416288034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcgszOVEnRD0PDgi7MVaEsSgvpUdr5sjAV6yzI1jSb9a_ecSh_Wn-OYvH_SQBHLYi9bPhWq3bWqqpTcmiFFINy2NeNRoRa4ahpbDuodpt7kbEi-P7TjwQq8_MG-ubApU7HB9DTf5HykCD/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfScb9H8SUjxxAQh1aA8GlrK8vSw4x-Q1TacXrXV_EbWuUsqTh_h6sCIOkIuloYGH6d_5HlJdzN7W5FdusN0Gz2Ubr2udpbl0ouzl943SQfxCWeXhA7_65QLhH6Cw2CU2vYXQzNq0HYwS/s400/IMG_4110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672245385112429938" border="0" /></a><br />On the balcony i placed a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banshee">banshee</a>, or someting, i made of some cardboard, bamboo sticks and two yards of tulle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLW0twTmP3WHUEfznya6JoK0XTtkrPhROKhg7aUa2jEHVV16SlVaDWYxEsiLb_FBx9AdS7F9QCQ4WmrBJBPGPLhNhTCvhFoUMtC14MxIUQq5DoReUTXkxOCfiGJ4P7GL1jhP0O2N7HnpE/s1600/IMG_4049.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLW0twTmP3WHUEfznya6JoK0XTtkrPhROKhg7aUa2jEHVV16SlVaDWYxEsiLb_FBx9AdS7F9QCQ4WmrBJBPGPLhNhTCvhFoUMtC14MxIUQq5DoReUTXkxOCfiGJ4P7GL1jhP0O2N7HnpE/s400/IMG_4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672246845888316146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gcSzSUoAzAUL6qKWkidtfI3D8IOOyyQFCHp1DcIzRTouCPwbWmXacn13lvrK_Qd9yYFJ4MYMqbDiWrGmLJs7X_9JjVTCIhhndwiLqavWK981xa0nI3AQK4oKFWpAALoh_SB_VC-ZmNyw/s1600/IMG_4052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gcSzSUoAzAUL6qKWkidtfI3D8IOOyyQFCHp1DcIzRTouCPwbWmXacn13lvrK_Qd9yYFJ4MYMqbDiWrGmLJs7X_9JjVTCIhhndwiLqavWK981xa0nI3AQK4oKFWpAALoh_SB_VC-ZmNyw/s400/IMG_4052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672246532809707986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JrkLLr_rbaY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-16185863418674998332011-10-29T14:58:00.005+02:002011-10-29T15:11:35.783+02:00Happy Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlEp4xAjPm0xmjd-fYe6HAJP6iy-Xu4EAq0JghVTSfl7qg_kIi9db9QnwdtjypwdcQhQ7o8NxqxUuFx4eB4R-MQdJIpu1cfsjeq38WZo4m7UPpohICn2LZhDb5ez9j5-qGgTLSXcxsHD-/s1600/IMG_4009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlEp4xAjPm0xmjd-fYe6HAJP6iy-Xu4EAq0JghVTSfl7qg_kIi9db9QnwdtjypwdcQhQ7o8NxqxUuFx4eB4R-MQdJIpu1cfsjeq38WZo4m7UPpohICn2LZhDb5ez9j5-qGgTLSXcxsHD-/s400/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668898199289390146" /></a><br />A drawing i did this morning based on Thomas Gainsborough's iconic portrait of Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, from 1787. Simply done to wish all of my readers, who still are still around, a Happy Halloween!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNFy5Q3qorDZJNeKf50dUYfx60lbfIbVW616o7AfMqjEIUKb50gdbBAEZsgwH9VxYkRlVwO-hUMq8Y5sZZNdHlA6hUvhD9oTEWIaLx0MMXcSs2LptB9sEWbX_TcV17D42h3_pSV01y2Di/s1600/IMG_4011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNFy5Q3qorDZJNeKf50dUYfx60lbfIbVW616o7AfMqjEIUKb50gdbBAEZsgwH9VxYkRlVwO-hUMq8Y5sZZNdHlA6hUvhD9oTEWIaLx0MMXcSs2LptB9sEWbX_TcV17D42h3_pSV01y2Di/s400/IMG_4011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668900306735101170" /></a>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-4553113156427611332011-10-15T11:26:00.005+02:002011-10-15T11:45:27.635+02:00Yet another little musical interlude...I can't believe it's been six months since the last time i checked in here. I always come to think of things i should write about, or images to post here, but as with so much else in my life lately, it never seems to get done.<br /><br />For now; heres a beautiful little Vashti Bunyan song to break the silence:<br /><iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_WSaZ_u7ADM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-37198303116881513612011-04-12T01:28:00.006+02:002011-10-31T11:29:27.069+01:00LOSS.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xA_3D5JiVhFoT_zk9iooDJLixA7izDzkNTxYs5WGWEMopMGckEyIyKaK8GYnzliW-tLy_pvQ54QemUulPXTx2v1pbGHcWrB5Aw7yt9lBdhgwBaQNIMtrCXjU9XW2yT_zYuawZlF5D493/s1600/Bild+68.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7xA_3D5JiVhFoT_zk9iooDJLixA7izDzkNTxYs5WGWEMopMGckEyIyKaK8GYnzliW-tLy_pvQ54QemUulPXTx2v1pbGHcWrB5Aw7yt9lBdhgwBaQNIMtrCXjU9XW2yT_zYuawZlF5D493/s400/Bild+68.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669591484784758722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > My father, painted by his good friend, the late <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stig_Claesson">Stig Claesson</a>.</span><br /><br />Four weeks ago my dear father died, aged 86.<br />He got pneumonia, and as he had COPD after a lifetime of fervent smoking, and stubborny refusing to quit, his lungs could no longer cope. He moved to a nursing home about a year ago, as he had gone weaker and weaker over the last years.<br /><br />All my life i've been aware that i would lose him while i was young, -it's not like when my mother suddenly died, aged 64, more than five years ago, -that was a shock i haven't quite recovered from today, if i ever even will... -But it's still sad, as i had naturally hoped for him to get better, though it seemed more and more unlikely. In the past five years i have watched him... like land eroded by the sea, more and more bits of who he was falling away and his clear periods getting fewer and farther between. Because of his diabetes and stubborn refusal to do any kind of excercise offered him, he had also lost use of his legs.<br /><br />Over the years there have been so many scares and false alarms. He had fallen numerous times, there were so many nights waiting for hours in the emergency room, thinking, and fearing that this might be it.<br /><br />So the night before he died i was with him for a couple of hours. He was in a morphine haze and unaware of me being there. He was just lying there twitching slightly and breathing strenuously. Shortly after ten i tried to say goodbye to him; i took his hands, -his hands that he would normally have clasped firmly around mine, but now they were all limp, and i should have recognized the signs, but still i went home, strangely convinced that he'd be alright. So i got home and went to bed, and at about six in the morning a nurse called and told me that he had passed away. I went there immediately, and then i just stood there, all numb, looking at him. His hands were still warm, but there could be no doubt.<br />He was no longer there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXamXvFnWuam9_dH8HC_k6AnduTYp24bU0_T6q7Do9jjqXnpjmvV2Z0yyLQKwBQVfpt69GalpZZm_jVp7B62fFofCyQYTREQ7BS_O3FbNd23gtA1UL6MM0Jrpa7oVqdVMgBi6dezmzgoDw/s1600/IMG_2147.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXamXvFnWuam9_dH8HC_k6AnduTYp24bU0_T6q7Do9jjqXnpjmvV2Z0yyLQKwBQVfpt69GalpZZm_jVp7B62fFofCyQYTREQ7BS_O3FbNd23gtA1UL6MM0Jrpa7oVqdVMgBi6dezmzgoDw/s400/IMG_2147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669592929256303282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > One of my father's self-portraits, probably 1980s</span></span><br /><br />I regret that i might not have visited him as often as i could have since he moved to the home, only a few times per week at most. -sometimes he would call me at four in the morning, thinking it was afternoon, and asking me where the hell i was.<br />I went there as often as i had could of course, but can't help but feeling like i just dumped him there. That i abandoned him.<br /><br />My biggest comfort is that I did spend so much time with him in the years between my mother's death and before he got too weak to do anything at all. I tried to get him out of the house, go to see exhibitions and go to museums, movies, restaurants and for long walks. And it's also comforting to think of what a long and eventful life he had after all.<br /><br />So now i am an orphan. -though at times i've felt like i was his parent, i often feel like i have the mental capacity of an eight-year old. I've been held back by all of this, hardly realised any plans, if i ever even had any... i haven't had the energy to take up studies or do anything at all. In a way i am now free to start living, but i don't know where to begin... -and sometimes, i must admit, i feel uncertain whether i even want to, and just falling asleep forever seems so incredibly tempting, but as i have a fear of blades, heights and pain in general, and have no doctor to give me any kind of pills i guess i'm going to have to go on living.<br />Hopefully someday i'll even learn to enjoy it again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa7w22tG6SXn7Go_F-jwQ64QSR0NJnK9tbOiIxkPHe4vCMXrTtqECbtvU6F23ySD6A_4yjOkpuJ31pFQbu5Rf8pjvgiGUepGbOjOA0okcXK1Zm1VJPZQOPp-5Zyd1ENoJ_sNPPLlzX3sc/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSa7w22tG6SXn7Go_F-jwQ64QSR0NJnK9tbOiIxkPHe4vCMXrTtqECbtvU6F23ySD6A_4yjOkpuJ31pFQbu5Rf8pjvgiGUepGbOjOA0okcXK1Zm1VJPZQOPp-5Zyd1ENoJ_sNPPLlzX3sc/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594462573571648642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Me, aged five, photographed by my father.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><iframe style="font-family: arial;" title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/knPXlG1XrTY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >One of his favorites with Jussi Björling.</span></span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-46268519884921040272011-04-09T18:38:00.008+02:002011-04-09T19:05:11.753+02:00Solitude<a href="file:///Users/disingannato/Desktop/%3Ciframe%20title=%22YouTube%20video.textClipping"><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IrJy5Lz7S9E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe></a><br /><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estella_Blain"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Estella Blain<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span></a> (1930-1982) "Solitude" -written, composed and performed by Estella Blain Herself, with the orchestra of Christian Chevalier. <br />From the EP <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOzif8wa_lE"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Hurlevent"</span></span></a> from 1967.<br /><br />An incredibly beautiful song that suits my mood perfectly these days.Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-16649292217996557462011-01-14T15:48:00.009+01:002011-01-18T16:04:28.203+01:00A little musical interlude...<object style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imNgjkrzctY?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/imNgjkrzctY?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Line Renaud</span>: "Le Hully Gully</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><br /><br />Even though winter over here has mostly been everything i could possibly wish it to be, so far, freezing cold and dry; i constantly find myself dreaming of swaying palmtrees and oppressive heat, or maybe just a gentle, warm breeze... oh, and those gorgeous french dancers, in their trunks wouldn't be unwelcome either,<br />a pity they must all be in their 70s by now.<br /><br />I adore these <span style="font-style: italic;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scopitone/">scopitones</a></span>, precursors of the music video. Apparently these machines, invented in France in the second half of the 1950s, were made out of parts from discarded flying machines, a sort of jukebox. How i'd love to have one! -thankfully you can get several videos assembled on dvd's <span style="font-style: italic;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://scopitones.com/">here</a></span>. -or you can find tons to watch on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=scopitone&aq=f"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">youtube...</span><br /></a><br /><br />Hope to be back soon with posts, as i've said a hundred times before.<br />See you soon ...if you're still here.Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-80371703168902042172010-12-02T02:24:00.000+01:002010-12-02T02:25:52.793+01:00Collage.Last weekend a friend arranged a little collage-workshop at her office. The theme was nature and it's different aspects; the devastating, the tamed, the tropical, the bountiful etc... I got to do the occult/magical nature.<br />I had almost forgotten how much fun collaging was!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgENrsDYGGrY4iLdnUUhRZCtZPy1ED62D44Rwe0iKPiaU18tsKI57IE6wgyonQ7GHSQj6OtjHxj1OYj9b7n5ErKbuw0M4NM4z_XgQx78PpQXGs9XAUWHM9V5L072XuHWt5xRzPy5dWVKhR/s1600/IMG_2896.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgENrsDYGGrY4iLdnUUhRZCtZPy1ED62D44Rwe0iKPiaU18tsKI57IE6wgyonQ7GHSQj6OtjHxj1OYj9b7n5ErKbuw0M4NM4z_XgQx78PpQXGs9XAUWHM9V5L072XuHWt5xRzPy5dWVKhR/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544605698038671410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">(click to enlarge)</span></span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-56423838225374362962010-11-22T13:47:00.006+01:002010-11-22T14:14:58.246+01:00Happy Saint Cecilia's day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQ9A1IsXfZTwrqZj0BXk9izWKf7v6gIo-fEOm6Nu4rjkMlT9bFUg-Uqh_KXnZp8IT-wshYIfWSuz3hQjb0U8B2Vvq6oTu01gYjQ597PfMFTZFG8-PnHdW3GWm-8lH_R8gMgj1mrLx5S86/s1600/StCecilia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQ9A1IsXfZTwrqZj0BXk9izWKf7v6gIo-fEOm6Nu4rjkMlT9bFUg-Uqh_KXnZp8IT-wshYIfWSuz3hQjb0U8B2Vvq6oTu01gYjQ597PfMFTZFG8-PnHdW3GWm-8lH_R8gMgj1mrLx5S86/s400/StCecilia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542355618615377330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Saint Cecilia by Carlo Saraceni</span> <br /><br />Today we celebrate Saint Cecilia, martyr and patroness of sacred music, and of all musicians.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><object style="font-family: arial;" height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YtY8aqrCYM?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YtY8aqrCYM?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> William Boyce - Ode on St. Cecilia's day.</span></span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-49166585592820759052010-11-13T20:14:00.001+01:002010-11-13T20:17:35.181+01:00A gloomy anniversary.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYfv8_jT43ifApDdXgzPSxC7CYbJpaHhCa4PvjcAM8RugB7NPXiKzWKGPhCvRbnd6hbrUlH1l6p1GtgVr7NNyK1MfIii6Kvy7XBAucUAoena-ZdZOqnXGQgTMejcpm5PGqlbTOVcE1PW_/s1600/IMG_2821.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYfv8_jT43ifApDdXgzPSxC7CYbJpaHhCa4PvjcAM8RugB7NPXiKzWKGPhCvRbnd6hbrUlH1l6p1GtgVr7NNyK1MfIii6Kvy7XBAucUAoena-ZdZOqnXGQgTMejcpm5PGqlbTOVcE1PW_/s400/IMG_2821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538633096660870850" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday it was five years ago since my mother passed away, aged 64.<br /><br />It didn't feel any different from any other day of course, i just thought it worth noticing, and simply saw it as an excuse to write a new post, the first in months. As i've said before... I would post more often, but time always escapes me, and i can never think of what to write. I detest time, and how it just relentlessly swoops by.<br />And now five years have passed since that awful day, -the worst i've ever experienced.<br /><br />I both wish to be close in time to when she was still alive, yet i want to have that horrific event as far behind me as possible.<br />So yesterday i simply lit a few candles and sprayed a little Mitsouko, her signature scent -the only one she ever wore, in the air. That was all i could do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0LELdt_e3JJhpk7LX-3f6DDZGm0dQpooji_slrxRf5HzG3mOZKilE4yS_Qx1Z39bIEBJ6ouN85LOnXIeiTQKn3rcHSjz3-v6EookhdwYWlvZ-ipBgnSrheG5skZq1cF2sSKfTjoBCLgY/s1600/IMG_2820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0LELdt_e3JJhpk7LX-3f6DDZGm0dQpooji_slrxRf5HzG3mOZKilE4yS_Qx1Z39bIEBJ6ouN85LOnXIeiTQKn3rcHSjz3-v6EookhdwYWlvZ-ipBgnSrheG5skZq1cF2sSKfTjoBCLgY/s400/IMG_2820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538696487975423170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> Mother, photographed by my father, possibly in the early eighties.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSuDj57ZUDKb_EUGPCmRqBPi6Y5x6w__EvO2G3-pW98OfRLvQ3ubdcgkGlJP62_z_pOLKN0jdNpWVkNdjCg8rvTRrvPYTQJ_l2ZKDqSnatydzjsLiYz7vcssa1Ed0wAENTP1tDZi-Ghnz/s1600/Mammamoa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSuDj57ZUDKb_EUGPCmRqBPi6Y5x6w__EvO2G3-pW98OfRLvQ3ubdcgkGlJP62_z_pOLKN0jdNpWVkNdjCg8rvTRrvPYTQJ_l2ZKDqSnatydzjsLiYz7vcssa1Ed0wAENTP1tDZi-Ghnz/s320/Mammamoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538948933744294674" border="0" /></a>with Moa, about a year before she died, photographed by me.<br /></span><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYXdUv6CMqU?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYXdUv6CMqU?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-80339804953516119662010-09-19T10:14:00.008+02:002010-09-19T12:08:28.635+02:00La Question<object height="400" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjSsB7Oe4dQ?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjSsB7Oe4dQ?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="400" width="500"></embed></object><br />One of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Françoise Hardy</span>'s most beautiful songs; <span style="font-style: italic;">"La Question"</span>, from 1971.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> "I do not know who you might be</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I do not know who you hope for,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I always seek to know you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and your silence disturb my silence</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I do not know where from the lie comes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">is it your voice that is silent?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">worlds where despite myself I plunge into</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">are like a tunnel that frightens me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">your distance from mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">we get lost too often,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and seeking to understand you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">is like chasing the wind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I do not know why I stay</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in a sea where I drown</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I do not know why I stay</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in an air that suffocates me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you're the blood of my wound,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are the flame of my fire,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are my unanswered question</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My muted cry and my silence..."</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRBVdnGbLwzIFxdBD1q1GiCsaTMdYFsPJqWk3i-PD4hOmgIOY1gUZVwitDAAWjQjhNBpuI20NdMV-cVPEXo0uRYt1ufGW0O8qPvsjsfSJzSkKZ6hgxG_7KWfFmTjEoiYsg-Nsi14RUyHP/s1600/francoise_hardy_210_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRBVdnGbLwzIFxdBD1q1GiCsaTMdYFsPJqWk3i-PD4hOmgIOY1gUZVwitDAAWjQjhNBpuI20NdMV-cVPEXo0uRYt1ufGW0O8qPvsjsfSJzSkKZ6hgxG_7KWfFmTjEoiYsg-Nsi14RUyHP/s400/francoise_hardy_210_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518540047202720434" border="0" /></a>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-34376226341628101972010-09-12T10:03:00.011+02:002010-09-22T22:53:46.761+02:00Indochine, mon amour!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm83B_Z-CIxHrmJc5jpkAEY-6b8qxAOuZPYgak8sn00SOE-_PNF1582EFQC1v_m4PTittoB1ULSRHobWAYXs0qUvwza4avpKr2pgX-T14MnL_IjsuQGy3YUdEJuQn_OE-4MMoFFvl8F2el/s1600/the_sea_wall_2009_1024x768_300805.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 455px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm83B_Z-CIxHrmJc5jpkAEY-6b8qxAOuZPYgak8sn00SOE-_PNF1582EFQC1v_m4PTittoB1ULSRHobWAYXs0qUvwza4avpKr2pgX-T14MnL_IjsuQGy3YUdEJuQn_OE-4MMoFFvl8F2el/s400/the_sea_wall_2009_1024x768_300805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516391729813415602" border="0" /></a><br />I'm shocked, but mostly exhilarated! -this is exactly the kind of news i've been longing and pining for for so long; <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marguerite_Duras">Marguerite Duras'</a> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0931285/">"Un Barrage contre le pacifique"</a></span></span> or <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The Sea Wall"</span> (1950)</span> has been made into a movie! (another, based on the same novel, was made in the 1950s, but it's too awful!) -and with one of my favorite actresses of all time; <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabelle_Huppert">Isabelle Huppert</a></span>!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But how on earth could I not know about this?!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75dX-MeaDYgkCItiwE552c7zvZqgZ23QhXc9ezYDV3PUuQb9IYpd6POpMitkG7knMHeYAy6NNVod2M_aWNk9NjGO8HhjXEHnQkX7-xcu9FhcLvqXvjKO202dX8xdTkvb1X76ojDYLAt_g/s1600/barrage4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75dX-MeaDYgkCItiwE552c7zvZqgZ23QhXc9ezYDV3PUuQb9IYpd6POpMitkG7knMHeYAy6NNVod2M_aWNk9NjGO8HhjXEHnQkX7-xcu9FhcLvqXvjKO202dX8xdTkvb1X76ojDYLAt_g/s400/barrage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515351311819046290" border="0" /></a><br />Directed by the cambodian <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rithy_Panh">Rithy Panh</a></span> and a collaboration between France, Cambodia and Belgium. <span style="font-weight: bold;">"The Sea Wall"</span> is set in 1930s <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cambodia</span>, then part of <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Indochina">French Indochina</a></span> -where <span style="font-style: italic;">A French widow, played by Huppert, lives with her son and daughter. They make a meager living from growing rice, but their paddies are just on the border of the sea and flooded each year and the crops ruined. So their only hope appears to be in constructing a sea wall. The mother persists and will not give up, fighting nature as well as colonial bureaucracy.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_MAxee_lWZphrNIYlz-sFA1ckvb46HoB7KfanOxGv-9NoXYas-9WB0FU6fbPGNpaN-9vXrt5iGFuQlVQnssi4Hgl1-_CsLkxVbF25cX0SkOvu4uBLvwmwfLUaFpdOWRuRYMJKpvlYpW1/s1600/barrage1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_MAxee_lWZphrNIYlz-sFA1ckvb46HoB7KfanOxGv-9NoXYas-9WB0FU6fbPGNpaN-9vXrt5iGFuQlVQnssi4Hgl1-_CsLkxVbF25cX0SkOvu4uBLvwmwfLUaFpdOWRuRYMJKpvlYpW1/s400/barrage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515351933838561874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Her 20-year-old son Joseph (Gaspard Ulliel), an irascible young man, is equally determined, but it's the teenaged daughter Suzanne (Astrid Bergés-Frisbey) who proves to be most stubborn. One day, her willowy beauty catches the attention of a well-to-do, foppish Chinese man; Monsieur Jo. As his interest in Suzanne verges toward obsession, her mother and brother find themselves in a quandary: Monsieur Jo could provide the financial security they need, but he is Chinese, and racial prejudice is a fact of life in their society...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBv2w2D3T0wycYfwLNtXBh9H76gwklJhMJstoHwcdg_IJtDGpHlQ6aqNq0rgg-D9jWkl5C4ao0_LLXH2LqWQ35gA8mt899PDy43q-DMYohntV83cgkpo3Ye5SS0rteYYilgPx7g3Uff8P/s1600/barrage3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBv2w2D3T0wycYfwLNtXBh9H76gwklJhMJstoHwcdg_IJtDGpHlQ6aqNq0rgg-D9jWkl5C4ao0_LLXH2LqWQ35gA8mt899PDy43q-DMYohntV83cgkpo3Ye5SS0rteYYilgPx7g3Uff8P/s400/barrage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515352277539415842" border="0" /></a><br />So now i can't wait to get to see this beauty-orgy! A pity though that it doesn't seem to have been up for theatrical release anywhere and that i's been released practically without fanfare, just shown at some festivals. I'm going to have to make do with the dvd, ...whenever it pleases to arrive!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Anyway; Here's the trailer:</span><br /><object height="306" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNDr3qO8QJw?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNDr3qO8QJw?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="306" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Asia</span>, and the southeast in particular, has been a long-standing fascination with me, and a favorite destination of escape -even though i've never been there. -except for in my dreams... through books, like <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"the Gentleman in the parlour"</span> (1930)</span> by <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._Somerset_Maugham">W. Somerset Maugham</a></span>, or films such as <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1onAxSm4zVE"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The Scent of Green papaya"</span></a></span> or <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xJQPuY3G7k">"Indochine"</a></span></span> with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Catherine Deneuve</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G4evBWlwTE">"the Lover"</a></span></span>-based on another novel by <span style="font-weight: bold;">Duras</span>; <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"l'Amant"</span></span>...And through music, tea -naturally... countless travelling magazines... -the lush landscapes, the warmth, dense jungles, tribes and ancent civilizations, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angkor">the old temples of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Khmers</span></a>... All those places where i've always drifted away in my thoughts... -and of course; through <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cooking-Vietnam-Cambodia-step-step/dp/0754815773/ref=sr_1_28?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1284037815&sr=8-28">food</a>!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5XzIL4gcLujw3kAQYPgGvD9s4ye8NyxNIPGW2Z78ouDm48-tGj29lvNVVJIFPAAAhSIgeBjyCP3aTSY3GpylgxDppBC1wbjq14ap7iN0AnAh_PeBkrEMZy9bpNFNKKA9TImpx_xbTHcR/s1600/DSCF4501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5XzIL4gcLujw3kAQYPgGvD9s4ye8NyxNIPGW2Z78ouDm48-tGj29lvNVVJIFPAAAhSIgeBjyCP3aTSY3GpylgxDppBC1wbjq14ap7iN0AnAh_PeBkrEMZy9bpNFNKKA9TImpx_xbTHcR/s320/DSCF4501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514605008683260322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Delicious vietnamese dishes at </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.monsieurvuong.de/">Monsieur Vuong</a></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> in Berlin.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-TE3z457eCMNg6sRhk5zq1xLffdvNasdC0oCh_keBMFCKozKZQpD-pcNvkozpnrOaNbv4xXXgovr1kViynt5xnDCGYAWgBSAUiIuT4aZvQ6QRiXhUQPbdR-zbqcMrpshkoFY-3Z1aHm1e/s1600/DSCF4500.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXJxolJwX3_Svqbh1nXokeFc-acYeSQLbPhuZEY_FC3Apl7sy8cNCTR_cTA6nsomZ1WTDz_4ppPtew-QnOJe304UfTogg7TtMP6s_Trg0_Z_hI5t_J7elUgnxNQAUBCpTlSsbRZmPexz_/s320/Hiennhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596924923023250" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >"The Gate of Humanity" in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hu%E1%BA%BF">Huế</a></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoeolhOrsYfP9-YeqabWVTwYx-iqOCNlthzaF6y6OQNFJABvNE2gZWW9CXjuoFPHzKy7XmYNCX5GZkwK9_ZV1btqQZTAn_GO20YQ9aMDOlnkn-cCRAobmDxV7B05EHiIJNhMctb2qFudyF/s1600/641908302_d27c135248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoeolhOrsYfP9-YeqabWVTwYx-iqOCNlthzaF6y6OQNFJABvNE2gZWW9CXjuoFPHzKy7XmYNCX5GZkwK9_ZV1btqQZTAn_GO20YQ9aMDOlnkn-cCRAobmDxV7B05EHiIJNhMctb2qFudyF/s400/641908302_d27c135248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515548889588494882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9RHgmhjPWNBwuXfzSd0Fui-A1vefgfO52exP-StI8cGVp497MBundzpPTha5riEdVmR8OdXjQk9razDIWqYi8LfajCrm_H1Urxb84HmwiyjVEGsC8Vck6_GDd8P78_CMBfNL5o1V-s-Z/s1600/232_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9RHgmhjPWNBwuXfzSd0Fui-A1vefgfO52exP-StI8cGVp497MBundzpPTha5riEdVmR8OdXjQk9razDIWqYi8LfajCrm_H1Urxb84HmwiyjVEGsC8Vck6_GDd8P78_CMBfNL5o1V-s-Z/s320/232_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514596288293961074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuoG9Lu6Y-GiWoAI2nzH7BaRV_7LGLxtImncBC-_BS0eRTjpxlPAufYagkLg9khGxft52hsl9p9SmRvCuat-Po29MRjMpwpKdT7YqpMMYwXYvYoNATtGc3gzOJ3wn_nY2YmPkZd6kirF_/s1600/Incense_in_Angkor_Wat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuoG9Lu6Y-GiWoAI2nzH7BaRV_7LGLxtImncBC-_BS0eRTjpxlPAufYagkLg9khGxft52hsl9p9SmRvCuat-Po29MRjMpwpKdT7YqpMMYwXYvYoNATtGc3gzOJ3wn_nY2YmPkZd6kirF_/s400/Incense_in_Angkor_Wat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514888064598128354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Buddhist nun at Angkor Wat, Cambodia. Photo by David Wilmot</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOrcM92cI76fJ5HJASwjYc4mzIpoPOP5KsX5Atj5lTr34abeg0_eMAszlFwRFc5jS2PiK6fsNtKJrPkIgnqE3JOa3YXUDIxO4LeOqtIZBhIebYBT6v-hXXUjuefCt2_YBWnWXf0oFenN2/s1600/Ruines_de_cambodge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOrcM92cI76fJ5HJASwjYc4mzIpoPOP5KsX5Atj5lTr34abeg0_eMAszlFwRFc5jS2PiK6fsNtKJrPkIgnqE3JOa3YXUDIxO4LeOqtIZBhIebYBT6v-hXXUjuefCt2_YBWnWXf0oFenN2/s400/Ruines_de_cambodge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515554137133972418" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">19th Century, french engraving of the Bayon Temple, </span>Angkor</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJvn6Jiws-knr_IPYEMm_8AzWtisbhJVHxUPTh52VakpA8mi-cE6IFa23r-T5TKdOQJRPFZY5kf4siO7jQ7KjCwwLuefa5JoOswxvT0hIVTaKtirhOxs3b0gEcJg47EFhbl5K4cVpuhyphenhyphenA/s1600/06-515847.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJvn6Jiws-knr_IPYEMm_8AzWtisbhJVHxUPTh52VakpA8mi-cE6IFa23r-T5TKdOQJRPFZY5kf4siO7jQ7KjCwwLuefa5JoOswxvT0hIVTaKtirhOxs3b0gEcJg47EFhbl5K4cVpuhyphenhyphenA/s400/06-515847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515550449352783954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Angkor Thom <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > Photo: Marc Riboud - (c) Musée Guimet</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZG7ti6lQBrZDuCzqsbt-kWjCrC_0JTL8yFmw91KezydcoF5X3L6BUztLZaBOPxRGANlNA7Np7_sE4abhV9LSv1CZa7KMmdDikcQxf-pIIiqsT5PuIsLVJrkRVM8e1tEUPq9PQ7IPiHnT6/s1600/bayonnade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZG7ti6lQBrZDuCzqsbt-kWjCrC_0JTL8yFmw91KezydcoF5X3L6BUztLZaBOPxRGANlNA7Np7_sE4abhV9LSv1CZa7KMmdDikcQxf-pIIiqsT5PuIsLVJrkRVM8e1tEUPq9PQ7IPiHnT6/s400/bayonnade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515585175124956786" border="0" /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Angkor Thom - Photo by Émile Gsell - (c )Musée Guimet (above)</span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfk6xi2MCDbb_ugLpbOkgWtyeX1dBIFI17uk8TuxiVIcFI2r1WumNUOi9LbnH3qTp6uN38fEwrzJLyaSBdkOBi1np8HCiYxJLkTg_r5irN5YijgEio-m22N2OpxU9Isf9mORrmcNsXW7g/s1600/Dancers_angkor_wat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfk6xi2MCDbb_ugLpbOkgWtyeX1dBIFI17uk8TuxiVIcFI2r1WumNUOi9LbnH3qTp6uN38fEwrzJLyaSBdkOBi1np8HCiYxJLkTg_r5irN5YijgEio-m22N2OpxU9Isf9mORrmcNsXW7g/s400/Dancers_angkor_wat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514586315345493970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcp_EPIZUmAxPrU0zb1cUxHyif6-0u3R1rAheklBM-jSuPQeberYCKJy98wqzoiVzLN2tdLzWF0lfb575KdJHTpWY_HxNskxUCovQkuMaiId2eZqOTGvY457qsuQkQkUKUJVBoqLgMrBA/s1600/91-005131-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLcp_EPIZUmAxPrU0zb1cUxHyif6-0u3R1rAheklBM-jSuPQeberYCKJy98wqzoiVzLN2tdLzWF0lfb575KdJHTpWY_HxNskxUCovQkuMaiId2eZqOTGvY457qsuQkQkUKUJVBoqLgMrBA/s400/91-005131-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519463946854980290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Traditional </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Khmer</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> dancers in front of </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Angkor Wat</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">, Cambodia - 1920s.</span></span><br /><br />And another favorite, as a bonus - the gorgeous trailer for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wong Kar Wai</span>'s equally gorgeous film <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"In the Mood For Love"</span> </span>(2001); -set to Bryan Ferry's beautiful version of the song that gave the film it's name.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWdUVn4ALJU?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWdUVn4ALJU?fs=1&hl=sv_SE&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="306" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf9TBSv3zBdZLpolBGU-8xipBURLRiZROfgP1xe2TNnzc8jKMLDpNIypT2RQdWDhvq1kc7tXNt8Xu6XvAEwKKwmnFQmdC1rFQwY8jB9pSZDkIxXJw57jLDoxTg7tS8QrJc86m8_1-b5Kr/s1600/the_sea_wall_2009_1024x768_812576.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCf9TBSv3zBdZLpolBGU-8xipBURLRiZROfgP1xe2TNnzc8jKMLDpNIypT2RQdWDhvq1kc7tXNt8Xu6XvAEwKKwmnFQmdC1rFQwY8jB9pSZDkIxXJw57jLDoxTg7tS8QrJc86m8_1-b5Kr/s400/the_sea_wall_2009_1024x768_812576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517110604875209042" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">"The Sea Wall" images; (c) Catherine Dussart Productions</span></span> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >CDP</span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-11914191240816947072010-08-31T18:20:00.001+02:002010-09-19T01:12:06.108+02:00If i were...Just a little diversion. I Was browsing through back issues of one of my favorite blogs; <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.tarabradford.com/poetry/">Paris Parfait</a></span> where i found this and just had to fill it in myself. So much fun! Now;<br />Do it you too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDhY_1e6WIiD2u9Qb79weMlTbqDvZQvuDIc8CKQayTNiA3RHFvGX4rZ8BNgEBxyEtCsmY29gwOxC-FlFn6DO-IKVTF5bXA3VCgVsUPJO-7c5LowchTk2cYcvexGz4xMq1OSpiBUapk_VI/s1600/jeunefemmeecriez1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDhY_1e6WIiD2u9Qb79weMlTbqDvZQvuDIc8CKQayTNiA3RHFvGX4rZ8BNgEBxyEtCsmY29gwOxC-FlFn6DO-IKVTF5bXA3VCgVsUPJO-7c5LowchTk2cYcvexGz4xMq1OSpiBUapk_VI/s400/jeunefemmeecriez1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511614269697887746" /></a><br />If I were a month, I'd be May.<br /><br />If I were a day, I’d be Saturday.<br /><br />If I were a time of day, I’d be morning.<br /><br />If I were a font, I’d be Garamond.<br /><br />If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Naga in the ocean of milk.<br /><br />If I were a direction, I’d be southeast.<br /><br />If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Secretaire.<br /><br />If I were a liquid, I’d be in a bottle by Baccarat.<br /><br />If I were a gemstone, I'd be Lapis Lazuli.<br /><br />If I were a tree, I’d be an ancient oak.<br /><br />If I were a tool, I’d be a pencil.<br /><br />If I were a flower, I’d be a carnation.<br /><br />If I were an element of weather, a gust of wind.<br /><br />If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Harpsichord.<br /><br />If I were a color, I’d be coral.<br /><br />if i were an emotion, I’d be agitation.<br /><br />If I were a fruit, I’d be an orange.<br /><br />If I were a sound, I’d be the rustle of leaves.<br /><br />If I were an element, I’d be water.<br /><br />If I were a car, I’d be horse-drawn.<br /><br />If I were a food, I’d be an omelet with chopped chives and parsley, served with crusty sourdough bread.<br /><br />If I were a place, I’d be a lush garden.<br /><br />If I were material, I’d be velvet.<br /><br />If i were a taste, I’d be Fenghuang Dancong-tea.<br /><br />If I were a scent, I’d be shalimar.<br /><br />If I were a body part, I’d be a hand.<br /><br />If I were a song, I'd be "Cloudbusting" by Kate Bush.<br /><br />If I were a bird, I’d be a magpie.<br /><br />If I were a gift, I’d be french.<br /><br />If I were a city, I’d be ancient and european.<br /><br />If I were a door, I’d be locked from the inside.<br /><br />If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be embroidered velvet slippers.<br /><br />If I were a poem, I’d be by Thomas Gray.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRHA9W-zExQ?fs=1&hl=sv_SE"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRHA9W-zExQ?fs=1&hl=sv_SE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-43358594722407069012010-08-20T09:43:00.000+02:002010-08-29T10:34:35.279+02:00A sign of life -and a little talk of death.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLAukP3oVBX6JO5JneOW7zTN5Vp3tvRxx9v6ONTXg-vfesIewwz2rkTFsn1aMWtIiayIy1t0976HizlOaGu1GB2pQH2EdcrFPDQa1EXFEkTJdyn4bWM4FW6lOiVQZhF2GUbgHTc9KHmSe/s1600/IMG_1827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLAukP3oVBX6JO5JneOW7zTN5Vp3tvRxx9v6ONTXg-vfesIewwz2rkTFsn1aMWtIiayIy1t0976HizlOaGu1GB2pQH2EdcrFPDQa1EXFEkTJdyn4bWM4FW6lOiVQZhF2GUbgHTc9KHmSe/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507406120665751506" /></a><br />Summer just exploded in my face, and now it's almost over. Luckily i am very much of an autumn-person, even though i adore all seasons -even winter if circumstances are right... -and as last winter was so remarkably cold -albeit with many beautiful, perfect Narnia-days -i just longed so badly for summer; and during the spring -which was rather an extension of the winter -if it weren't for the budding trees one might have thought it was mid november. -and now summer is nearly over; a summer that has been unusually warm, sunny and lovely when swedish summers are often known to mostly rain away. <br /><br />I hope -as i've said a hundred times before -to at last be able to post more frequently here, i hope to finally get my cluttered apartment tidy, -it has become a veritable mayhem of piles of papers, half-filled bin bags full of assorted trash and wobbly towers of books, cds and dvds -even dishes which feels so nasty!-very Grey Gardens; minus cats, raccoons and Jackie O.<br /><br />Time has -as it usually tends to do- slipped mercilessly through my fingers, and i've been battling slight bouts of depression and haven't had the peace of mind to tend to anything, -i haven't even drawn for months, no, years! <br /><br />Early in the spring, my dad moved into a nursing home which has been a terrible ordeal. -not to mention watching his alzheimers - or whatever it is, he hasn't been diagnosed - advancing more and more; he used to at least have some moments of clarity. -but at least i'm sort of prepared for it, and it has been a long drawn-out process- not like it was with my mother who, aged 64, went from her old brilliant self to a hapless spectre within just a few days, before she passed away. That was a shock i still haven't quite recovered from, even now, five years later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglVHthybdkUHFOG_2yU_1rwZPAYAxYyiocY_ti3Ud_gM5rQo6hOZ3w2LstR8756u7ArOsqc4s5hq075pRy7it_wS8zQcCWsATwDNwoiDZGJn_vjHQf_5y0zp0PrA0AU9l30-OxoUYUt8z/s1600/IMG_2176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglVHthybdkUHFOG_2yU_1rwZPAYAxYyiocY_ti3Ud_gM5rQo6hOZ3w2LstR8756u7ArOsqc4s5hq075pRy7it_wS8zQcCWsATwDNwoiDZGJn_vjHQf_5y0zp0PrA0AU9l30-OxoUYUt8z/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507404125768223394" /></a><br />I hope you like my new look and my new header -a picture of my mother and her first "mother in law" -probably taken by her then-boyfriend in the spring of 1966 in her little apartment -which was in the attic of a rustic 18th century building with no electricity or running water, where she cooked on a wood-fired iron stove, and might've sat and enjoyed a cup of lapsang souchong in the light of a kerosene-lamp. <br /><br />She loved it there and lived there for the rest of her life -even though she later moved across the yard -where I was to grow up...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIw2-qfyNESWhyphenhyphenAJcg8uRdiJnYzXo0QaiTSX_Td8U4bO2RQyRZQGvQXCvgPwwznrL9bXgxSu4Nb5MfRVjeZZS4RpFrXrfRFN9fd4jn48LrhKLMv5P9PiAUS5vNXEMUN994Y_7-l6Aps8v/s1600/IMG_2165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIw2-qfyNESWhyphenhyphenAJcg8uRdiJnYzXo0QaiTSX_Td8U4bO2RQyRZQGvQXCvgPwwznrL9bXgxSu4Nb5MfRVjeZZS4RpFrXrfRFN9fd4jn48LrhKLMv5P9PiAUS5vNXEMUN994Y_7-l6Aps8v/s400/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507402184312596882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz7zb4Kvf4Hoxr15xu7XwQHrBFiqgZxYa5ZrBUfdWjYQkY_UOPmGpcbQZy351mdulhfq3IzbubTzyykweVR0wHrvUjj_qxhgXt2mIdLPrLHKNjBmkd5VFDh1DJatdOFD-StqLxRhwyhdp/s1600/IMG_2149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihz7zb4Kvf4Hoxr15xu7XwQHrBFiqgZxYa5ZrBUfdWjYQkY_UOPmGpcbQZy351mdulhfq3IzbubTzyykweVR0wHrvUjj_qxhgXt2mIdLPrLHKNjBmkd5VFDh1DJatdOFD-StqLxRhwyhdp/s400/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507403658493621522" /></a><br />Me with mum, (above). Me, aged 5 (below).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYaBEL197T4cygQnimlgDJabQ_U4tgSTwn8ECtIOfJFJRvYNMjU2J360JHRo7-EPWN9x4l848V5bTZKpsb83BJ8YUrQjY6yO8xkRoIwEl85BFUGWQz-RMMslSLQkVGskbJDR4oXWtoNXl/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYaBEL197T4cygQnimlgDJabQ_U4tgSTwn8ECtIOfJFJRvYNMjU2J360JHRo7-EPWN9x4l848V5bTZKpsb83BJ8YUrQjY6yO8xkRoIwEl85BFUGWQz-RMMslSLQkVGskbJDR4oXWtoNXl/s400/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507404963126366994" /></a><br />Hope to be back soon. See you!Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-80693463522173445752010-07-06T14:02:00.000+02:002010-07-07T19:15:25.884+02:00the Castle of Engsö.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbxCeFF1aOq_euusoP4Or_pPb6Mcluubt3RVO97DeBeWp4GCg7YZhiMt2r8_aOzVOjmlYxlBwwHCwq44ZNjIHKtdTsQMj5cDhwuixP1POHUR17JyFATQhh0wHGjL9YTiaJEcKD03E4ddc/s1600/IMG_1705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbxCeFF1aOq_euusoP4Or_pPb6Mcluubt3RVO97DeBeWp4GCg7YZhiMt2r8_aOzVOjmlYxlBwwHCwq44ZNjIHKtdTsQMj5cDhwuixP1POHUR17JyFATQhh0wHGjL9YTiaJEcKD03E4ddc/s400/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490798121516805538" /></a><br />Last tuesday I, my friend K, her "sister in law" L and their respective infants Joni and Ingrid, went out to <a href="http://engsoslott.com/">Engsö castle</a> -one of my favourite places on earth. It's situated on a peninsula a two hour-drive west of Stockholm and so beautiful it almost makes you feel as though you're in a painting by Constable, complete with grazing cows.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0A06Sea84_49DRCrLtLBz-sxA3rB0DgG65hDw7R9c9IiEpzIgig6493hYGkdGI5PFvwmuovqbWTXmCkGJyyDa4uj48eYIrcWT01MkjfzYck7yImyT94aIPcG5iVvlPXo9ZC8wl_ofhJv/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0A06Sea84_49DRCrLtLBz-sxA3rB0DgG65hDw7R9c9IiEpzIgig6493hYGkdGI5PFvwmuovqbWTXmCkGJyyDa4uj48eYIrcWT01MkjfzYck7yImyT94aIPcG5iVvlPXo9ZC8wl_ofhJv/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491077536209834994" /></a><br />The castle was built around the late 15th century, "glammed-up" in the 1620s and again in the 1740s when the fourth floor was added and it got much of the appearance it still has today. The architect was Carl Hårleman (1700-1753) one of swedens leading architects at the time. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJAwqEUcK6YYANhGMDIS5T7aknzx-MT7CQnJ4N0EiQgjbL6_ZeSqnAl4gQ3cZQjoEO27SXTK1LXUpWLyMGE_a8e9WCYGP3bAJLa88rtBslQhRGXDVqVCvOAQaM3KVyWmO5hvm5drsA7vE/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJAwqEUcK6YYANhGMDIS5T7aknzx-MT7CQnJ4N0EiQgjbL6_ZeSqnAl4gQ3cZQjoEO27SXTK1LXUpWLyMGE_a8e9WCYGP3bAJLa88rtBslQhRGXDVqVCvOAQaM3KVyWmO5hvm5drsA7vE/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490809651473577922" /></a><br />In spite of being one of the moste beautiful places in the nation Engsö is best known for it's many ghosts, there has even been a team of american paranormal researchers here, lead by a Dr. Raymond Moody -and with their equipment gotten stronger reactions than at any of the famous haunted places in england... There's the 17th century Lady, Brita Bååth - who died, according to the legend - after mistakenly attending the mass of the dead... the hunchback dwarf Anders Luxemburg, and Cotillion - the dog of Axel Von Fersen's younger Sister Sophie, who died and was buried there -"at the feet of his mistress", as his little tombstone says, located somewhere in the park. There is also Brandklipparen, the last horse of King Charles XII who spent his last years there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY96j_lWCXwRk0Nu1elS09trmdS76OU6iuMXvr3G_GmiJ6Q0fd77N5drrBvfryVdqzGCsGOmwcixlpWbCVvSbtbYqBM57E9jZ98pmy9DrhPD1lIfT0r56UaqwdVOnma1AL0MP5n02_JUPm/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY96j_lWCXwRk0Nu1elS09trmdS76OU6iuMXvr3G_GmiJ6Q0fd77N5drrBvfryVdqzGCsGOmwcixlpWbCVvSbtbYqBM57E9jZ98pmy9DrhPD1lIfT0r56UaqwdVOnma1AL0MP5n02_JUPm/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490804508727379378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27vph7ofTcguRqz5wSgyhMOVJ0vGAf1EHpwii7dxrdP1NLh3FsJNbH97PISgdTXqMSEYO_g3P-ZF38CeRjH8-GmKlVcsJZ_1hYwgHY9yRsY8HBqcINbu7OpveLiFsHc8wBJR7IbrmKoKz/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27vph7ofTcguRqz5wSgyhMOVJ0vGAf1EHpwii7dxrdP1NLh3FsJNbH97PISgdTXqMSEYO_g3P-ZF38CeRjH8-GmKlVcsJZ_1hYwgHY9yRsY8HBqcINbu7OpveLiFsHc8wBJR7IbrmKoKz/s400/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813142931861282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaTcOCkYhaRfjRgIV3amTsV7B8-jmMn08TdsdrFh2QAJPysjb6Dh3MQkzSNTdWOyCn4mfygputoCYLZ-Ez1aVS3w-F_ewnbdLmalNmXmp5uw_NMZFm8w8mwcxFD5f62dXHRuyT64U56k8/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaTcOCkYhaRfjRgIV3amTsV7B8-jmMn08TdsdrFh2QAJPysjb6Dh3MQkzSNTdWOyCn4mfygputoCYLZ-Ez1aVS3w-F_ewnbdLmalNmXmp5uw_NMZFm8w8mwcxFD5f62dXHRuyT64U56k8/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490810431368971890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifw_I1jKwws77ejm88G-6jKB4hUbEOQzgvS5u6msadWPxrWFDTAlz4WWHEYGinKkecuktlnfaz1neCLgc0GyRJE7mmpaGy09FDwNqXECddDdRsPEgJUPh_h9-ClNyHG1uaqX_UVRpibs2g/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifw_I1jKwws77ejm88G-6jKB4hUbEOQzgvS5u6msadWPxrWFDTAlz4WWHEYGinKkecuktlnfaz1neCLgc0GyRJE7mmpaGy09FDwNqXECddDdRsPEgJUPh_h9-ClNyHG1uaqX_UVRpibs2g/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491069432717274258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4MBQqhxqW8izBLJysA1L9OPuUsYXehb_xpCp3JZ1HiBN0F6RIPzZ8aX1RtrL-55COtyk15qLi1wGKJmM3kA8uARsA4RzuWSqH6USaWunkKdbfSdkBhGQNkxXEbCcVp5YO8xMJkvFeFt1/s1600/IMG_1643.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4MBQqhxqW8izBLJysA1L9OPuUsYXehb_xpCp3JZ1HiBN0F6RIPzZ8aX1RtrL-55COtyk15qLi1wGKJmM3kA8uARsA4RzuWSqH6USaWunkKdbfSdkBhGQNkxXEbCcVp5YO8xMJkvFeFt1/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490805887543333970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrv2creOQXl2eKf7D7rgS8UlFF-UQnpz10BDL5dnEM08Wm6o1VPrV2pmNie3rB8Ag_PQviljudbb0rfYEkEO1tzSjtQZhHfooQnzVif-MPnvaE7_0oDErR3QkNnODUb00Ti882GTpMGcar/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrv2creOQXl2eKf7D7rgS8UlFF-UQnpz10BDL5dnEM08Wm6o1VPrV2pmNie3rB8Ag_PQviljudbb0rfYEkEO1tzSjtQZhHfooQnzVif-MPnvaE7_0oDErR3QkNnODUb00Ti882GTpMGcar/s400/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491074432823530946" /></a><br />The castle doesn't look like any other, not really an architectural masterpiece, but still wonderful, rising tall above the green, lush landscape. The whole site is almost phenomenally beautiful, especially on a bright summers day, as you can imagine. Sadly the castle was closed this day, but we enjoyed a nice picnic in the park and took a look at the church nearby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRj9LwJYNvUEPl9QUCV9jAlRlkCBIvOXJodZDsnkWgA7CR-cAFMSmA81CtSq5UBSIzVuo5vaE9wEhZ0gJhZv-UYkCHhZ3YC0eXgZEjX0b4v2mZgAh3lP1oz3S-tWOqQvo1QqxOBhR0G8U/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRj9LwJYNvUEPl9QUCV9jAlRlkCBIvOXJodZDsnkWgA7CR-cAFMSmA81CtSq5UBSIzVuo5vaE9wEhZ0gJhZv-UYkCHhZ3YC0eXgZEjX0b4v2mZgAh3lP1oz3S-tWOqQvo1QqxOBhR0G8U/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490800338601711346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhPqyjjrqHCHL300GntbKDvcRq6mhXgmvJb9X6CX1H2r9TU9h8z0yBNkTOIORf3A9_ELvjIWnjLEX6U_HccbkCGuADbX3sByyfjAy9mfFNzxDet5sgTdrmHHXqeviU6HiuCynzsw3kVIX/s1600/IMG_1567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhPqyjjrqHCHL300GntbKDvcRq6mhXgmvJb9X6CX1H2r9TU9h8z0yBNkTOIORf3A9_ELvjIWnjLEX6U_HccbkCGuADbX3sByyfjAy9mfFNzxDet5sgTdrmHHXqeviU6HiuCynzsw3kVIX/s400/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491075170564093442" /></a><br />When you walk up the stairs to the first floor you'll encounter an eerie portrait of an austere-looking lady, dressed in grey. -it's the ill fated Brita Bååth who, according to the legend, was a "cruel and rigid woman who was said to have driven her two husbands into an early grave..."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0TEM0fpg8mjcGazaYRztM9RBPutKXxNOeeUm_bNeWmGZp9IBgpELzjnXsbLKrW6svxwIG3ivzeO6XkAUu8eVP4r-ZFZEZAUtI8Av79vrnpFNk9gzK55uvLOICvfh7_RsR2S4PMIdGMfIQ/s1600/brita.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0TEM0fpg8mjcGazaYRztM9RBPutKXxNOeeUm_bNeWmGZp9IBgpELzjnXsbLKrW6svxwIG3ivzeO6XkAUu8eVP4r-ZFZEZAUtI8Av79vrnpFNk9gzK55uvLOICvfh7_RsR2S4PMIdGMfIQ/s320/brita.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490799678093235250" /></a><br />-one early christmas day-morning, she was to attend the christmas service. Anxious to miss it she'd instructed the servants to wake her early, but toward the morning she woke up by herself and saw the light in the church windows, annoyed she thought that the service had already begun and that they'd simply forgotten to wake her, so she dressed hastily and got out. Half way to the church she saw an apparition, uncannily resembling her old wet nurse who'd been dead for many years, and the old woman almost seeemd as if she was trying to warn her from continuing, but as she was already late she ignored the vision and scuttled on. <br /><br />And as she approached the church she noticed that the light in the windows had a cold, pale-green glow to it, with none of the usual warmth of the christmas candles, but this didn't stop her either. But upon entering the church she stood petrified, for in the benches sat skeletons with devoutly clasped hands and grinning faces. She realised she was much to early and that she'd come to the mass of the dead. -and as if that weren't enough the ghosts of her two late husbands came rushing toward her - one swung his rapier at her, but only got a piece of her veil and the other threw a large stone, which struck her to the ground, outside where the servants found her the following morning, and she retold the horrific tale before she died, three days later. <br /><br />The rapier with the piece of her veil still hangs in the church, hung across her funeral coat of arms, and nobody knows how it got there.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l7bbcIMDw1w9A9bgxietEsqmYhbKe6UIxWqT_O9WCzzAuNbKWWN7fwQ9xuzadzcmR1TVI3baJyKaYaxVgR4NBBpr5favG4K8TzSldxIk_simoss7IGEaUMiFw-BzRpRHgoa9NutvwQMV/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9l7bbcIMDw1w9A9bgxietEsqmYhbKe6UIxWqT_O9WCzzAuNbKWWN7fwQ9xuzadzcmR1TVI3baJyKaYaxVgR4NBBpr5favG4K8TzSldxIk_simoss7IGEaUMiFw-BzRpRHgoa9NutvwQMV/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490798815354801570" /></a><br />I hope to be able to get back later this summer, when the castle's open, to see it's beautiful interiors again, (not to mention posting more pictures for you to see!) -before last tuestay i hadn't been there in more than six years. A couple of years before my mother's death five years ago, we made it a tradition to go there on my birthdays. So it was so nice getting back there again, for it's too gorgeous a place not to go to at least once a year!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXC_OJaENHqgn4gtqOHzDP8TRKRtmzWz6pBMX3ZsABhpYKLd93mATjsznlwIpiB0Ki7es2DVpY_E5LDu5bHO9bbjIKOYEb0J2cR3WwEXX4abZC7RIFYqwrT1W1XVdc5KqsDSWJ858c6jS/s1600/angfoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXC_OJaENHqgn4gtqOHzDP8TRKRtmzWz6pBMX3ZsABhpYKLd93mATjsznlwIpiB0Ki7es2DVpY_E5LDu5bHO9bbjIKOYEb0J2cR3WwEXX4abZC7RIFYqwrT1W1XVdc5KqsDSWJ858c6jS/s400/angfoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491071069495635074" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Piper family arriving at the newly rebuilt Engsö, oil on canvas by unknown artist.</span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-82159812642246494822010-05-10T13:20:00.000+02:002010-05-12T11:26:49.644+02:00Someone has heard my prayers at last!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn8TC6sjQimEXHlY3-r76GnbA9DC8cDLfrLqThUuzsIa0i70OaaZu1M90CFWzw5QdUHJo_v2Rd7yIbOanATVwbs4C1mkamHGbxbON5quT62LUOqJeFs9gjw0x-829sIbu_mTpF1eNXlOK/s1600/gcd_921620_HD.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn8TC6sjQimEXHlY3-r76GnbA9DC8cDLfrLqThUuzsIa0i70OaaZu1M90CFWzw5QdUHJo_v2Rd7yIbOanATVwbs4C1mkamHGbxbON5quT62LUOqJeFs9gjw0x-829sIbu_mTpF1eNXlOK/s400/gcd_921620_HD.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469606851074620146" /></a><br />I have long been pining for more period-instrument recordings of the music of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://tuttarolf.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-obsession.html">André-Ernest-Modeste Grétry</a></span> (1741-1813) -there have been shockingly few over the years, in fact hardly any at all. -absurd, considering what a huge star he was in his own lifetime, for example; his <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_caravane_du_Caire">"La Caravane du Caire"</a></span> from 1783 was given more than five hundred performances! Now his 1780, <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.glossamusic.com/glossa/reference.aspx?id=202">"Andromaque"</a></span> -his only <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tragédie_en_musique">tragédie lyrique</a></span>, based on <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jean Racine</span>'s <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andromaque">play</a></span>, has been recorded by <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.concertspirituel.com/">Hervé Niquet et Le Concert Spirituel</a></span> on the spanish label <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.glossamusic.com/glossa/default.aspx">Glossa</a></span>. <br />...And i'm thrilled!!!<br />...And there's more!!!<br />-Later, i've heard, a recording for cd, of Grétry's 1773 <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballet_héroïque#Ballet_h.C3.A9ro.C3.AFque">ballet héroïque</a></span> <span style="font-weight:bold;">"Céphale et Procris"</span> will be made by <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.cccwb.com/page.php?node=19&node_right=16&">Les Agrémens</a></span>, lead by <span style="font-weight:bold;">Guy van Waas</span>, for <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://www.outhere-music.com/store?newvarhome=ricercar">Ricercar</a></span>. Last fall it was performed in concert at the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Opéra Royal, Versailles</span>. See it <span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://liveweb.arte.tv/fr/video/Cephale_et_Procris_-_Grandes_journees_Gretry/">here</a></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKceRzNGfbjr1LxPCiBXKHRzdTAUCe_HGsho1VvpH887Jb52Hwc1-IeoCTUcf1Y_Rbp1EjP7h_Ez-3QPe_t9ATo3EW5nSijogFWqqR-XdRZSH-nTyFBrzsm4owDSEXuuDo1I7QbUFzi_a/s1600/Fragonard_cephale_et_procris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKceRzNGfbjr1LxPCiBXKHRzdTAUCe_HGsho1VvpH887Jb52Hwc1-IeoCTUcf1Y_Rbp1EjP7h_Ez-3QPe_t9ATo3EW5nSijogFWqqR-XdRZSH-nTyFBrzsm4owDSEXuuDo1I7QbUFzi_a/s400/Fragonard_cephale_et_procris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469798570271901314" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">"Céphale et Procris" by <span style="font-weight:bold;">Fragonard</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKz2nUWDzXibjrDcIlPFU9Vf1aHO049r8qlruLKx77u3Iz1tQEJZkhssCXvXRaAT91akmtrepE2HBWRLbc99btSLgKjWCtCqgksKaxCAKWen4oQF7jAIQLwM9p6vCPfpi8KTtezmFumky/s1600/gretroie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKz2nUWDzXibjrDcIlPFU9Vf1aHO049r8qlruLKx77u3Iz1tQEJZkhssCXvXRaAT91akmtrepE2HBWRLbc99btSLgKjWCtCqgksKaxCAKWen4oQF7jAIQLwM9p6vCPfpi8KTtezmFumky/s320/gretroie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469707869514198770" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Grétry</span>, by Vigée-Lebrun.</span><br /><br />Now i'm only praying for the weather to change! -though the winter was unusually rigorous this year, even for us in the north. It really was the very winter i had been longing for for years and not since the 1920s, i believe, have we had as much snow... and then of course i started pining for spring, wich looked like it was coming along nicely, until a couple of days ago when it suddenly felt like we had stepped back several weeks. -and with an impenetrable thicket of clouds above! -and temperatures never rising above 50 F. Just unacceptable! And the iris and the honeysuckle on my balcony seemed to be thriving and i had even taken out my poor lemon tree for the season! But at least it's a great excuse to just stay in, drink tea... and listen to some Grétry, i guess.<br /><br />And i'm sorry i've posted so infrequently lately -really since i started this blog, but i just haven't had the peace of mind for that, or anything really... and i have scarcely drawn for months, except for some pointless doodlings every now and then. But I do hope to be back soon, and i'm glad you're all still with me. <br />Au bientôt!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNgsfRRaXNW5x8P95nrHrYMW2SWFid0n3LGruYYVW02LL26QCXugq1b0oBELHJlDZkWSwhIq_IHq8V7OtfAye4LRTxjSneQm2cpBjG0cEEbcJ46en6Y7T5_sJGL-tzZi_BTiFPkAPlDU6/s1600/dtm3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNgsfRRaXNW5x8P95nrHrYMW2SWFid0n3LGruYYVW02LL26QCXugq1b0oBELHJlDZkWSwhIq_IHq8V7OtfAye4LRTxjSneQm2cpBjG0cEEbcJ46en6Y7T5_sJGL-tzZi_BTiFPkAPlDU6/s400/dtm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469706090227785794" /></a>The park at Drottningholm, a lovely day exactly two years ago. Now it's more like november.Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-67220915669728432402010-04-07T23:40:00.000+02:002010-09-10T21:22:55.143+02:00Patricia Petibon "Quando voglio"<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxzCnNqcWnA&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxzCnNqcWnA&hl=sv_SE&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="306"></embed></object>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-70546817319623907742010-01-18T21:28:00.000+01:002010-01-19T03:53:55.694+01:00Ulriksdal Palace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNrbtBzu-WAnjdpGschp386IHKsARnRKXBMxJqd6DR0ZlMxrPqN1byGrRW9Wwp4VEWUGgH_4w1bmTmLxy9-CzrEFWYLEfrSFFpmLUesHteQK3lRUXJl4JZCnKleUrONtfRi-DC7JknnFj/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNrbtBzu-WAnjdpGschp386IHKsARnRKXBMxJqd6DR0ZlMxrPqN1byGrRW9Wwp4VEWUGgH_4w1bmTmLxy9-CzrEFWYLEfrSFFpmLUesHteQK3lRUXJl4JZCnKleUrONtfRi-DC7JknnFj/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428187241980731666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Ulriksdal Palace, seen from the lake.</span><br /><br />After a mild december it's now been incredibly cold for almost a full month and the snow, though it hasn't been that much of it, has actually stayed! It's heavenly!<br /><br />I just meant to post a series of photos from my walk last saturday when i went out to the royal estate of Ulriksdal, expressly to capture the white, frosty gorgeousness. But can't leave out writing just a little about it's history. <br /><br />Scroll down to see more pictures and to read about the theatre.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiskNe1SZl4swnoLvoqSq6ziPc-Z6unPN37HbYTSNTfRhqFg4LdzJshfIwuFEbGXRq1AfmiETK5Knev1TEy7DD7N32EhkWVBMAYA8a2QRvSxWBxBX3r92_2e47LXo09yhJNEa6erCoXZ5/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiskNe1SZl4swnoLvoqSq6ziPc-Z6unPN37HbYTSNTfRhqFg4LdzJshfIwuFEbGXRq1AfmiETK5Knev1TEy7DD7N32EhkWVBMAYA8a2QRvSxWBxBX3r92_2e47LXo09yhJNEa6erCoXZ5/s200/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428233483880199074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVX_YX82JIPCUVSvigjY0Xe4gLXLDIzNVFp0ZBKexGh2wcbIbyZz_zbRL5sqshyphenhypheneRU49USV4Tpwoz2BDEhCpuDCmp5D_zqr8_uICl1bh0ia-8YCWcMo4wBLl-DosNb_ALtEWMso1YltBTi/s1600-h/imageresize-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVX_YX82JIPCUVSvigjY0Xe4gLXLDIzNVFp0ZBKexGh2wcbIbyZz_zbRL5sqshyphenhypheneRU49USV4Tpwoz2BDEhCpuDCmp5D_zqr8_uICl1bh0ia-8YCWcMo4wBLl-DosNb_ALtEWMso1YltBTi/s200/imageresize-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428233368191436002" /></a><br><br>In the early 17th centry Ulriksdal belonged to Jacob de la Gardie, a nobleman of french bourgeois descent, it was then named Jacobsdahl. Jacob's son Magnus Gabriel was a favourite of Queen Christina (util he eventually fell from grace) as well as one of the walthiest and most powerful men in Sweden. He had his father's estate turned into a magnificent baroque compound with magnificent gardens, -if we're to believe, the often rather exaggerated, engravings of the time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxS8uuHdF1wBYgftA-WI-_kQem_GDMhjeAPEtpCfGWyABr9C59j-nywdZC5U4dTegsx7ct4ShXoPkzcLq-TtGIbDPn5Z_fA4JwF8Bh0akshrvVMnXsfxnCE-pkSl1G4QHa9-F1C5c53btA/s1600-h/stor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxS8uuHdF1wBYgftA-WI-_kQem_GDMhjeAPEtpCfGWyABr9C59j-nywdZC5U4dTegsx7ct4ShXoPkzcLq-TtGIbDPn5Z_fA4JwF8Bh0akshrvVMnXsfxnCE-pkSl1G4QHa9-F1C5c53btA/s400/stor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428189993279487522" border="0" /></a><br />In the 1680s it was taken over by the crown and renamed Ulriksdal, after a prince who died in infancy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LduCy-HHEzBM44-4jnvjGjjdBPxyA8XCaoWvLSnv7EkOgNIxqTgqvA4JsTE1k0bigcyWenfmdUo6R17Q1kJvbPjbzp_iTmq-Ly3N_UAAftWUuZ4XYHriDwpFjvalFLmzDM1EYjMGo9ze/s1600-h/imageresize.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5JKwbqyEraPkSMNyv8-0IlmY0EGZHqLcadnnq756P27QGbrqiaDtM2Sid7yNkTytGYMabsX58Bjg409HGCkxsABcyQCEHg-dhHTkarhMf-QB_BOItCUBN1y8JCLVaFHSUa8hXg1u8tD9/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428204085898180530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbdbcR6xlCmlySG6ZRWQ2MR7l_InyYCvd7bV7eH0waKJpEJDg0Dvc0LO97RGEEc3ZifEWokhr-IZUIVD3tnd1tZcWW_Bfg_TWCWIcyQH-XZ-_xrh_PqdtTZrPeborAIP6mZ2cpL1MrZiE/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbdbcR6xlCmlySG6ZRWQ2MR7l_InyYCvd7bV7eH0waKJpEJDg0Dvc0LO97RGEEc3ZifEWokhr-IZUIVD3tnd1tZcWW_Bfg_TWCWIcyQH-XZ-_xrh_PqdtTZrPeborAIP6mZ2cpL1MrZiE/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428214406583724754" border="0" /></a><br />The court theatre, called "the Confidence", was originally built in the 1670s as a stable, but in the 1750s it was turned into a theatre by Queen Louisa Ulrica, sister of Frederic the great of Prussia. <br /><br />Sadly the theatre, -just like the one at Drottningholm, was abandoned at the death of her son, Gustav III in 1792, -and in the 1860s the building was brutally turned into a hideous neo-renaissance style hunting lodge, by king Carl XV. <br /><br />It's name "the confidence" comes from the dining room, with it's "Table volante" -where the table could be lowered down to the cellar and there dressed and set, so that the Royal family could dine in private. -all of this and the original 18th century-fixtures were all covered or simply demolished in the 1860s. <br /><br />Luckily the theatre was "rediscovered" in the 1970s by the opera singer Kjerstin Dellert, who happened to live nearby. The building was in a terrible state, and unlike Drottningholm, next to nothing remained. Dellert found sponsors and started a complete restoration of the theatre, had the salon and it's adjoining suite of elegant rooms all turned back to their former beauty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7avl-MjbwnNvtM-NuMUf5DqmJY17o167e0JaS4VDBbwWWc2D333h0X4DpDLA7VDQGcGEPqARfsXfxgS6dX4f3pIHmYEKMWO05PJjsHiDQbUDCZXRMlMZXng2l7Pnr47eWggPiOtz25BR/s1600-h/solna-gross.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7avl-MjbwnNvtM-NuMUf5DqmJY17o167e0JaS4VDBbwWWc2D333h0X4DpDLA7VDQGcGEPqARfsXfxgS6dX4f3pIHmYEKMWO05PJjsHiDQbUDCZXRMlMZXng2l7Pnr47eWggPiOtz25BR/s400/solna-gross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428225239125793666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47kGt8EteSPD3DgO692Z_sg7Q7tvnzVjvt6bXHZb8C9Yqebec0XtfcBi1D60BwGcSqCERY__6Qr16bQEq__qxV1Z76nR51yMKU2noB9HZH66_k8ZfLCL2QhsNt6L7qVj11EqTXjvG55SZ/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47kGt8EteSPD3DgO692Z_sg7Q7tvnzVjvt6bXHZb8C9Yqebec0XtfcBi1D60BwGcSqCERY__6Qr16bQEq__qxV1Z76nR51yMKU2noB9HZH66_k8ZfLCL2QhsNt6L7qVj11EqTXjvG55SZ/s400/IMG_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428227176264381858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">View through one of the windows of the dining room.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm3hIcgEjOcNUc-tFkHMi2rqD5PSglTuxfe1NZAFzV89u1UTe_JJ3up-Vl-DYfh4hSQfA4KwFFgmx6EW9aFS8_Bg00Jvwpz6Xvb3SbDyH5AfqlhxuePY54W04eKcoBZOHkEzGha2S6Lpy/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHm3hIcgEjOcNUc-tFkHMi2rqD5PSglTuxfe1NZAFzV89u1UTe_JJ3up-Vl-DYfh4hSQfA4KwFFgmx6EW9aFS8_Bg00Jvwpz6Xvb3SbDyH5AfqlhxuePY54W04eKcoBZOHkEzGha2S6Lpy/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428277744814486162" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Adorable houses nearby</span>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-40216593443503637422010-01-06T17:16:00.000+01:002010-01-07T11:52:18.808+01:00(A belated) Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaZyzWGHG9cZz322rMSATbRNtDMCPLUOdnAZY92X3XoRcs7kYho54V4lSWWGBo1xOTq3_jllgZHhbCKPBIfCjEw0qEGo-I1ppPs_BOAC0WL57htLmagx4sC-U65plSVvH6opKHP15HpS2/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaZyzWGHG9cZz322rMSATbRNtDMCPLUOdnAZY92X3XoRcs7kYho54V4lSWWGBo1xOTq3_jllgZHhbCKPBIfCjEw0qEGo-I1ppPs_BOAC0WL57htLmagx4sC-U65plSVvH6opKHP15HpS2/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423943763124342562" /></a><br />Hello again! I'm just going to start breaking the silence by wishing you a Happy New Year and by posting a series of photos from my own new year's eve celebrations.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0sRg5oKrZKEmnrW01rEsPkrtl-MdUEWxT286Pg5GPYPST-pbAMWRcxDaOZ9i22BjFJFJ8TBWX0lNgtO5TlSmj8-sGCUJ3U0HsDrvxjs9I4zMPDnx7KQzitMLs_CellXnaCAUql7chOno/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0sRg5oKrZKEmnrW01rEsPkrtl-MdUEWxT286Pg5GPYPST-pbAMWRcxDaOZ9i22BjFJFJ8TBWX0lNgtO5TlSmj8-sGCUJ3U0HsDrvxjs9I4zMPDnx7KQzitMLs_CellXnaCAUql7chOno/s400/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668638030958722" /></a> <br />I and a couple of friends spent the evening in my apartment and cooked a delicious vietnamese dinner, -since i got <a href="http://www.ghilliebasan.com/">Ghillie Basan's</a> fantastic book <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Cooking-Vietnam-Cambodia-Step-step/dp/0754815773/ref=sr_1_2/202-3859227-0698223?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1179850964&sr=1-2">"The food and cooking of Vietnam and Cambodia"</a> i've become quite obsessed, also a longing for warm and exotic places...in spite of the fact that i've been pining for razor sharp cold and now gotten it -it's a staggering 5 degrees F outside and the cold has been staying for several weeks now...i can't stop myself from simply dreaming myself away to the far east. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhun2hiwaOK2On0z2jYKGyDcjVRRa5HKSxVqii88jXCLlTJpamqxtft0xdrc3SAAZloiznBHWdql8Ht3-jUU7DNLHS6cID1D81faODe4VAaKiZ6Kk89vuUvtTEiTDwb6E1A6WUZfEN8v-hq/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhun2hiwaOK2On0z2jYKGyDcjVRRa5HKSxVqii88jXCLlTJpamqxtft0xdrc3SAAZloiznBHWdql8Ht3-jUU7DNLHS6cID1D81faODe4VAaKiZ6Kk89vuUvtTEiTDwb6E1A6WUZfEN8v-hq/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423940707782527602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZOdIP-qcQv9405LIXSWDyYXIyPNk4-qV4t79hiCBHADqu23uLANf_wLT4mgPdvlfcycRONcZF6Gpib-E06Z7alUWUDK8Z-VV0c7RHvVXTzCz4bGsVUH0TEOf3NiopB1Cid7oqrmFld_b/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZOdIP-qcQv9405LIXSWDyYXIyPNk4-qV4t79hiCBHADqu23uLANf_wLT4mgPdvlfcycRONcZF6Gpib-E06Z7alUWUDK8Z-VV0c7RHvVXTzCz4bGsVUH0TEOf3NiopB1Cid7oqrmFld_b/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423671292387017410" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmsB9elE5SMchSO28JZXZr2-rxwiNGE4fLuyJncW7A9qdXYYrctn2h2emJft4m6jQ-95oK51Zt-bgjPjvYsEOx0eUVmXZ04HGqCfvP25j556xZw99813EkvKUKm-djT6ktLOv7QiU_16W/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmsB9elE5SMchSO28JZXZr2-rxwiNGE4fLuyJncW7A9qdXYYrctn2h2emJft4m6jQ-95oK51Zt-bgjPjvYsEOx0eUVmXZ04HGqCfvP25j556xZw99813EkvKUKm-djT6ktLOv7QiU_16W/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423939935506062402" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTqWhmuYuO38ys33em1ih2xM3dSlP5hq2GO6_dSCvm9v8wW3I-4tEjZkjLzvN_P3FVhjrKgDIHykAGV_rxT3bbn-5OdAbiGqpiMudJ3tcNthREqwVr1_1dp2SdjJf0MKhtYoWIAbPl0MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTqWhmuYuO38ys33em1ih2xM3dSlP5hq2GO6_dSCvm9v8wW3I-4tEjZkjLzvN_P3FVhjrKgDIHykAGV_rxT3bbn-5OdAbiGqpiMudJ3tcNthREqwVr1_1dp2SdjJf0MKhtYoWIAbPl0MQ/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423941559900474034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhploVbIHRtFdZzblgAq59LGENFMtHQM0cnLtium4BTkQY_0RWTh7B19L9ge7M9_5jUgfyInUtCBtcchAu5Gds4g1ZPNvnFKINTWnPn2qnpl2c4dGnmXo4rgpUPUGEFAe5sijDITXNFpWa1/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhploVbIHRtFdZzblgAq59LGENFMtHQM0cnLtium4BTkQY_0RWTh7B19L9ge7M9_5jUgfyInUtCBtcchAu5Gds4g1ZPNvnFKINTWnPn2qnpl2c4dGnmXo4rgpUPUGEFAe5sijDITXNFpWa1/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423940396367276050" /></a>However...the day before i met my friend K downtown to go to the asian markets where we got all we needed -like two old ladies we had both brought our own little baskets, and then on the afternoon of new year's eve we all sat down around my dining table and made spring and summerrolls, wonton dumplings, and a crisp green papaya salad, everything took the whole evening to prepare as i only have a tiny kitchenette with little space for a good mise-en-place.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ylDd73ekBUzyGoEnaZhyphenhyphenAJm3iceD-KTmoETjpXLgSf9B81dz0m2lIhhehjXxdTstvZ2mGMh0A7jWtn1vm39jxM9h-OTx089-uzD2VkBCFmdSTfywvzH9KvHwBJZcVhT04ays2dvgUEUh/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ylDd73ekBUzyGoEnaZhyphenhyphenAJm3iceD-KTmoETjpXLgSf9B81dz0m2lIhhehjXxdTstvZ2mGMh0A7jWtn1vm39jxM9h-OTx089-uzD2VkBCFmdSTfywvzH9KvHwBJZcVhT04ays2dvgUEUh/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423943163206105794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoA7hANz3Yz_brMg8adczgt-R_TDI1CgB-VKJqZ9Vaxplwi2UqDnzT9_ADc0Xgza-d1jnOdjYkfm2qVHUxDIl5p9b3jftuitkCzJULqqFprQudamM9Z2N3DXpPtPrSwj9qGHJR6wEC_0P/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheoA7hANz3Yz_brMg8adczgt-R_TDI1CgB-VKJqZ9Vaxplwi2UqDnzT9_ADc0Xgza-d1jnOdjYkfm2qVHUxDIl5p9b3jftuitkCzJULqqFprQudamM9Z2N3DXpPtPrSwj9qGHJR6wEC_0P/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423942314900035154" /></a><br />At the stroke of midnight we crowded on my balcony to see the fireworks.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dMALF0jiw8lkfVWshi3mpP7ySnq6GjhsaoUgkpbr64Jb0LAdTi-C1OV3HAcoPEuvEYvdoxx6ZIlQgzMp6Iy7MKL9wvnHJ-UjZux_E9vpeiwiCG3vq2XFj8NIYw9LECU6pFIYJHN-_FE5/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dMALF0jiw8lkfVWshi3mpP7ySnq6GjhsaoUgkpbr64Jb0LAdTi-C1OV3HAcoPEuvEYvdoxx6ZIlQgzMp6Iy7MKL9wvnHJ-UjZux_E9vpeiwiCG3vq2XFj8NIYw9LECU6pFIYJHN-_FE5/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423944625170992290" /></a>Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105175240278255698.post-83445186180053821402009-10-25T02:54:00.000+01:002009-10-25T03:57:46.553+01:00Just a little questionnaire...Just found this fun questionnaire, on , and had to post it here. Simply answer all questions below with titles of books on your shelves...<br /><br />Again, i'm sorry for not writing more often, but i just haven't had the time, or the motivation, lately.<br /><br /><br />Are you a man or a woman?<br /><br />Orlando<br /><br />Describe yourself:<br /><br />a la recherche du temps perdu<br /><br />How are you?<br /><br />the Bell Jar<br /><br />Describe the place you live in:<br /><br />À Rebours<br /><br />Where would you like to travel?<br /><br />the Gentleman in the parlour<br /><br />Describe your best friend:<br /><br />Madame Bovary / Emma<br /><br />Wich is your favorite color?<br /><br />the Arcanum<br /><br />What's the weather like right now?<br /><br />Bonjour tristesse<br /><br />Wich is your favorite season?<br /><br />How i live now<br /><br />If your life was a tv-show, what would it be named?<br /><br />a Room with a view<br /><br />What's the relationship you're in, like?<br /><br />Perfume<br /><br />What are you afraid of?<br /><br />One hundred years of solitude<br /><br />What advice would you give?<br /><br />Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit<br /><br />How would you like to die?<br /><br />the Year of Magical thinking<br /><br />Your motto:<br /><br />a Room of one's own<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2wJnrBxO8OmM1if5wbvqenx9kaIS0GE-bPviEoUjaCq_OByQddW6JeBotQJ_ENDZOtmm7kWo77i-tzSRtJj3nQZb2v2iIYh1K05iivh4xjBHWLYIwlesyqvXBXsybKwPMlJKzonXRF9j/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2wJnrBxO8OmM1if5wbvqenx9kaIS0GE-bPviEoUjaCq_OByQddW6JeBotQJ_ENDZOtmm7kWo77i-tzSRtJj3nQZb2v2iIYh1K05iivh4xjBHWLYIwlesyqvXBXsybKwPMlJKzonXRF9j/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396364773597409986" /></a><br /><br />I hope to be back again soon, not least to write about, and post pictures, from my recent trip to New York.Tutta Rolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16156912651713395247noreply@blogger.com3