I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

ÖÖ: Was it a Dream? 94 Berwick Street; 14-24 September

I may have butchered the Estonian language with that title, ‘ÖÖ‘ actually translates to night. Isn’t it funny, to me it looks like two wide-open eyes with eyelashes . Then again I accept that Korean might look like wheels and boxes to others: 완전미안… I disgress. Ellen and I were fabric shopping on Berwick street and happened to come across this exhibition – a pop-up concept store named ‘ÖÖ: Was it a Dream?‘, exhibiting work from six nordic countries as part of the Icon Design Trail. I was lured in by that characteristic Nordic ambience – that particular mood which an image of steaming blood on fresh-fallen snow might induce, this unsettling vision amidst a static-calmkind of like a dream. Each piece had that ever-so-slight tilt in the balance of simple vs. minimal that made me feel slightly uneasy, but eventually I had to give in to its charismatic way of expressing so much with so little.