For my All The Dumb Things.

Ceviche and Tacos with The Pop Up Cooking School. Last Saturday I was in Bondi Farmers Market where I photographed the opening of. The Pop Up Cooking School. The new venture of chef Julien Vasseur. Imagine a cooking class set outdoor on a grassy patch, where you can learn how-to, get tips from an experienced chef, try your hands at making a dish and then eat delicious food al fresco. Pretty cool, right? For a full program of the upcoming classes.

Pletena in v pralnem stroju sfilcana torbica. Naravnamo ga v končno obliko in posušimo.

Both pleasure and pain for hotelier. Lots of guests, lots of problems. And problems come always in bad time. I had a little vocation, but before that almost got nervous breakdown. If You welcome Japanese guest.

Life in London, Paris and Auckland, and the places in between. Life in London, Paris and Auckland, and the places in between. Baking with Whitworths and Holly Bell. One of my favourite activities when travelling is checking out local supermarkets. When the Crev and I arrived in Madrid last autumn, it was one of the first things we did. No matter that we actually NEEDED to go to the supermarket.

Curious sights of a black eye. Taste can only be refined if comparisons are possible. I love how posters actually exist in layers. And how sometimes these layers unexpectedly start to communicate.

And thanks, everybody, for wondering where the hell I was.

The French Building, NYC. The French Building, NYC. The French Building, NYC.

I was going to refuse. A special thanks to HappyShoot.

Trials and Tribulations of a Dallas Photographer. I have inherited a cat. Not your run-of-the-mill type feline, mind you. Back in the fall when the deal was still in the making, the cat appeared innocent enough, all rural-looking and smelling daisies. Zora the housekeeper mentioned the other day that he should convert to Islam and observe Ramadan. Now in all fairness, unbeknown to me, in South of France, a fai.