Urban emotion-metaexpressions

Every once in a while old walls carry symbols, graffiti, inspired ideas and thoughts.From within a labyrinth of concrete and stone, jolts of life sparkle. Enough to make you feel that urban culture has a bit more to it than one would expect...And here's some of the most original "meta-expressions" .We don't need to talk about Bucharest. Bucharest talks about itself..on its own.We just have to watch and listen.

Present passe, passe present.....

Bucharest is a strange place. The more I know it the more I feel it: old relics hidden in odd places sometimes harbor what the French call "un charme fou".

All your balls are belong to us

Some people don't know English. That's fine. But from there to use those faint echoes from grade school to make up names just to sound good.. I hereby present you the most unintended obscene name for a local private law enforcer company..RO DICK PROTECT. To paraphrase, "all your balls are belong to us.You don't have much remaining, so make your time".And in the end, imagine this emblem on an old rusty decrepit car ...

Take a stand!

In my voyage to gather tools of the trade, I ran across a passionate shop assistant who was trying to get a perfect shot of this nice vase with a rather strange looking old lens while kneeling. The moment's magic was soon broken as soon as I walked in...but I chose to wait for him to finish and not ask anything just yet.. He turned his attention to the flower again.So I did what I knew best.. I drew my camera and shot it from the distance so as not to disturb.Sometimes a tele is a beautiful thing.Not only for shy people/birds.For EEEEVERYONE.

Bucharest grows green

There are ten million bicycles in Beijing..that's a fact... but so is that there are 450 new red bikes ready to roam Bucharest. A new contest had designated its winners and there's a massive "biker-fest" going on and around the city.Green lights, some flowers.. is this really what it means to grow green?

Funky Mood

Spring. Funky time. A joy of colors, and a daze of light. Sun's dusk till moonset, all nature vibrates. Spring! spring! spring..