23 augusti 2014
22 augusti 2014
21 augusti 2014
20 augusti 2014
19 augusti 2014
18 augusti 2014
17 augusti 2014
15 augusti 2014
A week at Götaplatsen....
.with Bo Kaspers Orkester, Daniel Adams-Ray, Liv Warfield, Laleh....and Göteborgsoperans Danskompani
Etiketter:
2014,
Adams-Ray,
Bo Kaspers,
Dance,
Danskompani,
Göteborg,
Kulturkalas,
Laleh,
Museum,
Music,
Sweden,
Warfield
The story of a (mobile) ceramic fountain that crossed the Atlantic twice....
It was created by Gunnar Nylund at Rörstrand and aimed for the company's exhibition at the National Museum in Stockholm 1943, while the permanent exhibition was evacuated due to World War II.
The fountain landed later at the NK Department Store in Stockholm between 1944-45, and then back to Rörstrands headquarters in Lidköping.
Later it was sold to Grand Centralhotellet in Gävle and stayed there in the "winter garden", until a fire destroyed part of the hotel in the late 1960s. It was then stored for some years. Sold to a farmer in Iowa during the year of 1972 and assembled with Portland cement (!) at his farm in 1980.
Partially destroyed in a few decades by a severe climate in North America.
Back to Lidköping in 2008….in a very bad shape.
Etiketter:
Conservation,
Fontän,
Gunnar Nylund,
Lidköping,
Mid-century,
Museum,
NK,
Restoration,
Rörstrand,
Stockholm,
Sweden,
USA
14 augusti 2014
13 augusti 2014
12 augusti 2014
11 augusti 2014
Graveyard at Liseberg....
Liseberg, August 6, 2014, foto: fotoscenen
Graveyard carries the influences of Zeppelin, Purple and definitely the melodic ability of Rainbow. Some songs are really good, especially when the band makes big rhythmic changes, which makes the most epic moments of the concert. Unfortunately, there are no bigger audiences for this kind of music any more.
10 augusti 2014
09 augusti 2014
08 augusti 2014
The clever bird....
This fantastic little woodpecker knew that the waffles at Café Ektorpet / Djurgården....probably are the best in Sweden.
07 augusti 2014
06 augusti 2014
05 augusti 2014
Até sempre Carlos
Bullerö, 23-7-2014
Cantava, em uma voz muito suave, uma canção de pais longínquo. A música
tornava familiares as palavras incógnitas. Parecia o fado para a alma, mas não
tinha com ele semelhança alguma. A canção dizia, pelas palavras veladas e
a melodia humana, coisas que estão na alma de todos e que ninguém conhece.
Livro do Desassossego por Bernardo Soares. Vol.II. (Fernando Pessoa)
04 augusti 2014
03 augusti 2014
02 augusti 2014
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