Sunday, 3 July 2011

Hanoi: Welcome to Warsaw of the Far East


Lonely Planet writes about Hanoi in terms of being 'the great dame of Far East', that confirms the idea of "Orient" as seducive, mysterious and tempting (loving the 'oriental' Lonely Planet language). Can't really find 'oriental charm' (whatever it means. Instead, what I see, is incredibly fast, mid range Asian city with welcoming people (eager to earn money, also on us ) that you can visit, but you can as well skip all together.

I cannot resist comparisons to Warsaw. It has never been a metropoly. It has some intersting mixture of colonial and chineese - influenced architecture, covered with communist monumentalism, but it's far away from Hong Kong or Macau in its 'colonial' style and far far away from Moscow in its 'communist' chic. Just like Warsaw - mid range European city, that has some nice places, but lacks amazing uniqueness that would make it a place that is hard to leave and tempting to return.

But there is something about Vietnam, including Hanoi, that is incredibly touching and moving. Its history. History that becomes meanigful once you are here. The history of Vietnamese nation is an over -2000 thousand years old story of fight against oppression and bad fortunes - against Chineese, French, Americans. And famine and plagues. Only in in last 60 years Vietnam lost twice its tenth of the population - first time, after WWII when over 10% of people died out of famine. Later, during American war wgen alomost 10 millions died or were injured... It is really impressive in how, few decades after the world most horrible atriocities, this country rise in pride and develops fast.

With no glorification of martyrs. With glorigication of one person. Ho - as the men who brought independence and a men who brings pride until today.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Drunk, hopeless and compelling: A short guide to a collective suicide in a good style. Polish docs @ Open City Festival in London.


Watching Polish films with foreign public always makes me feel uneasy. I hate this weird fear of finding myself in the position of having to act as a translator of what might have been lost in (often beyond verbal) translation . I hate this terrible moment when somebody nods with politeness and I know that he/ she has no clue whatsoever of what I (or the film) are talking about.

Needless to say, the potential embarrassment is even bigger, when it’s about films that I have not seen. And that is the case with the Polish shorts we are bound to see. With bunch of friends, artsy London crowd and skeptical and slightly hangovered Tadek (this detail will prove important later on).

Just on a footnote, a night before five of my six friends leave the cinema during the Czech screening of the film called Cinema-therapy. Gunes, who almost made it till the end, told me later that she had stayed so long as did not want to leave me alone.

My slavic soul already cries.

Anyway, here we are, I take a deep breath ...

The first film, is called, The Forth Man and tells a story of a guy who works in a deep forest in Bieszczady (end of the world sort of place), works not really to make a living of his work, but to make a drinking.... (denaturat it was). Soon we realize that alcohol is important in forgetting and reliving what our character cannot deal with ... the story of the fourth man, his son .... (can’t say what happens cause this is a proper film review!) To this beautifully depressing setting arrives a black guy, a medicine student as we learn, who needs money to continue studies and .... obviously Bieszczady is the first to go ...

Tadek whispers to me, that if the next one will be about alcohol he will cut his vains...

The next one, Out of Reach tells a story of sisters from Ruda Slaska, abandoned by their mother at childhood and disenchanted by their ignorant father. In the desperate strive for warm and family they decide to find their mother hoping or wanting to hope that this time she will act like a proper mother ...

At which point I am searching in my bag for antidepressants ...

Third film, The Doghill, tells a story of shepherds in Tatry mountains, who, surrounded by nature in its full sexual exposure with constantly copulating sheeps, dogs and horny cows, talk about their women who remain down in the valley ... yet, there are some existential forces that prevent them from getting down to see their wives and overcome own loneliness .

At this point I promise to my friends (who are - surprisingly- still around) that the last film owill surely be joyful and fun. I completely do not believe in what I am saying.

Fourth film, Honeymoon starts at a marriage ceremony (this is a good sign, gloria, I think). The place looks doggy and the braid’s dress cheap, but there are some signs of happiness. The joy does not last long as we soon realize that we are in the prison and soon after the ceremony the happy couple splits, the wife, back to her cell, the husband back to the Polish ‘normal life’ which appears to be driving him inevitably to pathology with sea of hopelessness, bureaucracy and vodka around

All of the films are actually very good ones. It is just that they are terribly sad. Interesting also, how from London perspective they all look actually quite similar. There is this overriding sense of melancholy in them. Life is an existential struggle and hope does not come easy. And there are characters that live the life as it is, that face the conflicts, do bad things (mostly alcohol related) and struggle. And somehow the seem to be grand in their own humiliation. And the dark sense of humor that exposes the everlasting pessimism, where vodka is the only cure.

These are not the films to enjoy. They tell local and at times provincial stores. In a sense I cannot find many more examples that would be a harsher opposition to British popular culture with the ‘life can only get better’ taste. Even their poetics and style is damn difficult and demanding for the non Slavic public. Yet, they are surprisingly universal and compelling

We leave the cinema and 60 minutes after we still talk about images what we had seen. Gosh, Poles are painful! Sometimes one needs painful.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

What we did in Prague ... my first little film about exploring


It's been a while since we've been to Prague with girls. I thought I would share this little film - it is not really finished, but I am being told by Vikram Jayanti, great documentary filmmaker and our course tutor that you never really finish your films, you abandon them ... so this is what happened here.

This little piece requires back story - as the story unfolds in the film so did our few days in Prague unfold, without really a proper plan, without any set agenda, but with open eyes and curious minds. We met so many amazing women in Prague - Jennifer, Marketa, Teresa, Dana, Lisbeth and Eva, just to name few of them - Czech and expats, we hosted a swap party in our flat, took an active part in conference about women in business and glass ceilings in Eastern Europe, went out for some nice lunches and boozy dinners with out new friends. This film is just a little memory of these happy and fascinating days with them and a short introduction to what 'exploring' is .. enjoy.

The music comes from my favourite film ever, Czech film of course - Samotari (The Loners,Samotni), photo shows sculpture of Czech artist David Czerny

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Storytelling 3.0. Final cut pro is my new powerpoint! Yihaaa


Editing has opened up the whole sea of possibilities I have not thought about before. It’s like going to a hidden place in which you had never been and have no preconceptions about.
Obviously, knowing me, I always find something to worry about. I can already see the risk of over - editing footage to the point where it’s only about form, not about the content any longer. And surely, there’s a temptation … with all the glamorous things that final cut pro can do for you. Surely editing will not replace a good story, but it can still make things a bit more visually bearable and interesting. And there’s this really weird moment where you look at your digitized footage and you know it can travel in thousands directions, you can tell the story of the same footage in unlimited number of ways. It would be interesting to see what different people with different experiences, backgrounds, and interests would do with exactly same footage. But I guess if you know what you what to say in you film, you know exactly what goes with what and how many editing spices you need to add …

On the other note, I am getting ready to shoot the THE FINAL thing. I’ve seen couple of visual references that you recommended, including Chantal Ackerman and Alan Berliner …. In different ways, totally impressed by both of them and touched by it to the point where I am starting to realize the impossibility of the challenge that faces me. OMG, 15 minutes is a really long time to say nothing. I’ve started to shoot couple of little things - like preparing morning coffee, unlocking my bike or opening window to embrace spring. I wanted to work out the style, tone and most importantly, the frame and the angle. And I am trapped a bit in thinking that somehow I need to try to get beyond what looks like just very generic scenes. I should give to each and every on them a special character, so they feel in a specific way, so they are there for a reason… so what I am trying to figure out if maybe I should decide that I do only particular type of shoots - like close ups, extreme close ups and than a wide plan with me walking out of frame…

For a moment, I guess I am thinking that the way to establish my presence is through my hands … hands that do things, hands that show hesitation, hands that take part in life …

Also I already hear the music (which is key since as you know NOTHING is going on in the bloody thing)

And I found a way to communicate my thoughts - though email, blogs, facebook, diary, mobile conversations. And I think that if not overused it can serve the purpose of pushing the narrative somewhere and giving some cues to the viewers about how to look at the film.

It has all quite a funny effect on me as I feel I am ‘narrating’ my life, not only my film…. Very weird feeling.

Photo by Alana Rae

Saturday, 5 March 2011

What I am doing if I am not doing what I should be doing. A short guide to the art of wasting time

I am back at school with all the pains and glories of going to school. It means that most of my life I spend in the library, in books, reading and writing and … doing all those other things that keep me wonderfully distracted, completely unfocused and successfully ineffective for the bloody 6 weeks.

Surely there must be really nice ways of spending time nicely, when you are supposed to work and you just do not feel like, like …

… staying all day in bed
… watching all Antonioni collection
… having long sex (with my husband, to be clear!:-)
… reading Three Musketeers all over again
... writing proper letters to old friends

But no. I am not having ANY of those. No of course not. Doh! I am working! My catholic guilt would not allow me to do anything pleasurable, when I have to work. Oh no no no, every distraction is strictly forbidden!

So I write. All day. All night. Almost.

A short guide to the art of wasting time:

1. Start your day with the obligatory walk through facebook, twitter, gmail and pudelek.pl Leave some comments, press some ‘likes’. You see? What a nice productive start of a day. Takes only 20 minutes (Don’t you dare to actually visit proper newspaper websites. You don’t have time for distractions! Already forgot??? )

2. If after first 30 minutes you feel like falling asleep. No! Go for a coffee. Now, that’s called a productive break.

3. Visiting a bathroom is a humanitarian affair. No guilt here. Even if you find yourself breaking a record in ‘brick breaker’ on your mobile every time you visit loo. I’m a new master in brick breaker after having lost my blackberry with the glorious game called ‘word mole’.

4. Time for lunch, right? It’s been a hard day so far. And it’s so cold and gloomy outside. Everyone needs some nice kick at some point! You still worry that it’s only 11.45 am and you only arrived at 11? No worries. Its food for though. Feeds your brain, can only be good!

5. Back from lunch. You deserve a little update. Facebook. Gmail. Twitter. Skype. Found yourself 50 minutes later watching friend of a friend of a friend photos from his brother’s daughter birthday? Well, let's not be obsessive… who counts little distractions?

6. Sleepy again? High time for a nap. Naps in the library are really healthy. They never take more than 45 minutes.

7. Time to call Michal. He’s also studying hard. So no, actually, no worries, it’s not a distraction. Again pretty humanitarian. It’s always useful to discuss what you haven’t done.

8. Cigarette? Ha, you see, I don’t smoke in the library. Earned an extra time for facebook update, right? Or maybe coffee?

9. Ah now you have an idea! There was this really clever guy the other day? Hmmm? Let’s google him …

10. Hmm, library closes in 20 minutes. You’ve been working bloody whole day and you even haven’t start writing! And you didn’t even call your mum! Call your mum. She’ll take pity on you for the whole day of hard work.


See? Now you see I was far too busy to write blog! ☺ Sweet dreams and lovely weekend!

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Glorious People’s Revolutions and how the West got it wrong.


I am not sure if comparisons to revolutions of 1989 in Eastern Europe do a full justice to what is going on in the Middle East. What started in Tunisia and is happening now in Egypt is truly a People’s revolution. Without prominent leaders. And without organized opposition movement. Power to the people! And please, honor to the People.

Let’s remember that, contrary to current events in the Middle East, the 1989 in Eastern Europe was possible as a result of almost 40 years struggle of organized opposition actions with the most powerful Polish Solidarity lead by Lech Walesa. People followed the great leaders and the great movements. In the Middle East, the organized opposition, neither in Tunisia nor in Egypt nor elsewhere in the region, has ever gained this kind of momentum and leadership. It’s the people, who started it. And it is the opposition that is trying to follow the people.

So now, first in Tunisia, now in Egypt, ‘the impossible’ is happening on our eyes - despite the weak opposition movements and despite the pessimistic anticipations of both Western and Middle Eastern intellectual elites. Even after events in Tunisia, many Egyptian scholars were convinced that the revolution would not spread into Egypt.

Well, surprise. A good and glorious surprise.

So what has happened? For decades, it looked like the entourage and propaganda of the Middle Eastern regimes had overpowered its own societies. It becomes clear that people of the Middle East might have been ignored and overshadowed, but not silenced. And certainly not left powerless. In fact they are far ahead of its leaders and institutions of power in terms of the political awareness, ways of participation and vision. People of Tunisia and Egypt, empowered by the means of modern communications, are stronger and more resilient than anyone could have anticipated. And they already managed to overcome the only real enemy of the people in authoritarian regimes – their own fear. They are equipped with the most powerful tools of globalized world – access to information and the real ability to influence the world’s events from the very bottom, from the streets of downtown Cairo and Alexandria up to the heights of the Mubarak's palace. It all means we are facing the absolute collapse of the established hierarchies of power and witnessing the amazing rise of people’s empowerment. And this is a great achievement on its own, something worth celebrating also in the West. In the ongoing debate about future for Egypt, be it democratic or not – we tend to forget that individual empowerment is perhaps the greatest injection of democratic spirit that anyone could imagine. The entire discussion whether Egypt will have a Western – stylized democracy or not, is really a secondary discussion here.

Western wronged obsessions

Meanwhile, the Western opinions (including my native Polish) are obsessed with two issues. First one is related to the anti - Islamist fears that are currently en vogue and dominate the public imagination. While the Egyptians became fearless, the fear in the West is rising. Let’s remember that Egipt, IS, surprise surprise, a predominantly Muslim country. And indeed, the we face a signes of islamisation of the Middle Eastern societies. Back in the 30ties, women in Egypt did not wear a hijab. Today it’s at the peak of its popularity. But as history shows, Islam is not evil per se. Yes, it can be used and abused (like in Iran), like any ideology - religious or not, but it does not necessarily imply the threat the ‘the West’.

Fuelled by this fear of Islam, large part of the coverage of ‘Egyptian crisis’ as Western media call it, concerns the potential threat of Muslim Brotherhood ‘hijacking’ the Egyptian revolution. Muslim Brotherhood is one of the oldest opposition movements in Egypt. In recent years it has been more focused on the much-needed grass- root organic work within the Egyptian neighborhoods rather than terrorist activities. Ironically, while the US has been busy equipping the Mubarak’s forces with the latest military technology, Muslim Brotherhood has been involved in providing the social services to the poorest population. Yet, it is not the Muslim Brotherhood that inspired the uprising. After initial refusal to support the protest, Brothers joined as ‘private individuals’. And they lost the momentum. The recent estimates (indeed - difficult to predict its credibility) suggest that Brothers can count of maximum 20% support of the Egyptians. This is a civic revolution.

Meanwhile, one of the most telling pictures of Egyptian revolution is the one of Copts (Egyptian Christians) protecting the Muslim prayers on the Tahrir Square in the shape of the cordon that separates them from the Mubarak police so they can prey in peace. I really cannot find the more telling example of minority protecting the rights of majority.

The second issue that dominates the coverage of Egyptian uprising concerns the issue Israel’s security. As if Israel’s well- being was to be the single most important outcome of the revolution at the Nile River. As much as one can understand Israeli legitimate concerns about the implications of Egyptian turmoil, these concerns should not hijack other people's strive for more freedom and prosperity and less oppression. Israeli fears expose how much societies of Middle East, Arabs and Jews, desperately need a new ways of co – existence that would be not based on alliances with corrupted regimes at the expense of people. Meanwhile, can we please worry about the security of the brave protesters on the Tahrir Square at least as much as the security of Israelis? Life of an Arab is surely worth as much as life of a Jew. And they are both priceless.

Meaningful outcomes

No matter what will be the immediate results of Egyptian uprising, and unfortunately Mubarak’s seems to be holding strongly, the impact of People’s revolution couldn’t be greater in the larger perspective at least in two dimensions. First of all, people of the Middle East have just told their own governments – that they would no longer accept treating them like puppets. They have just proven that even most ruthless regimes are, at the end of the day, accountable in front of its own people. And that the people can be oppressed for decades, but they can be never defeated. It’s the great lesson for Middle Eastern political elites. And the fact that this lesson is coming not from Washington or London, but from their own people, serves as a second meaningful development. This revolution is not about West. It is neither pro- Western or anti - Western. It has its own voice and speaks for itself. And painfully exposes how much the West had screwed up in the Middle East, how much it supported the wrong sides and how much it ignored the people of the region.

Monday, 31 January 2011

Off to Prague to shoot my first ever documentary!


Yeeeey, this morning I am off to Prague! Not as a planner. Not as a moderator. Not as a powerpoint producer. As a filmmaker and storyteller. I am going to shoot there my first ever documentary! And going there with bunch of best girls you can travel with. So stay tuned for more ...

On the other note after weekend spend together I think we slowly become friends. I actually start to enjoy seeing the world through the lens and the ability to ‘shape’ the world I see. As opposed to feel constrained, for the first time since beginning of the journey I am starting to feel slightly empowered with the camera. Not liberated. Empowered.

Still, my little sequence about skateboarders ended up being softly killed by Ed’s feedback. What seemed to me as super dynamic shots when I was filming them, ended up looking indeed rather still and slow and stupid. I guess it means for me that I need to work much more on HOW rather than WHAT. Otherwise, it looks rather desperate. Even the most interesting idea is screwed up if it is filmed in a bad way. Still I am quite happy that I dared to get closer, talked to the 'strangers' and really enjoyed doing it. So my personal task for this week is: think, think, think before I follow my heart.

Friday, 21 January 2011

High Hills Filmmaking. Can this be a perfect match?


Documentary Filmmaking Course. Diary Week 2

My first steps in filmmaking are actually much more intimidating that I have ever imagined. When I actually eventually found something interesting to shoot, by the time I unpacked the huge backpack (over 20 kilos), checked all settings, grasped the right angle ... my object of filming has long been gone .... The same trick of ‘disappearing objects’ repeated three times until I decided to give up the exercise of filming the ‘story’ and went for something that is there to stay for a bit longer ... like building, street or sky ...

It may does sound like a ‘hello I am blond’ type of story, but, trust me, there is some merit to it. First of all, the entire equipment is totally heavy. So there is no way you can wander around for the whole day, looking for interesting things. Especially, if you happen to wear high hills, assuming wrongly there is LIFE beyond your camera and filmmaking. The process of unpacking the entire ‘thing’ as well as make ‘it’ work is totally time consuming. Even if you want to keep most of the options on auto settings, you d’ better get patience - licence before.
And the most important – the process of filming itself. Its’s totally NOT how our dads used to hold camera on the beach, close to the eye, trying to shoot happy family moments and ladies in bikinis few meters away. You actually hold it in front of your belly or chest to make it more stable. In my case it meant, I was physically exhausted after 20 seconds of filming and my hands started trembling like the overstretched mussels in the gym. So probably I would be great for ‘shaker’ effect. Even once we a script like this.

Observation 1. Camera looks and weights like a gun. Hello brands, can we please ‘demasculinize’ professional filmmaking equipment ?


But there is more unfamiliarity involved than just technical issues. The process of shooting completely changes the way I see and interact with the world outside. I am referring to it as ‘IT’, because it’s like a ‘third person’ constantly present and imposing its presence on me and the people I am talking to. When I am taking photographs while talking to people camera is like my support, little visual notebook, yes, maybe a little interruption, but always a PART of interaction. It doesn’t change the way I see the situation. It helps me to express how I feel about the situation. With camera, its different, I feel it as something totally external to the situation. External, yet fundamentally changing it. And suddenly, I start telling story not from my point of view, but from a point of view of the ‘it’, that doesn’t feel ‘me’. And it’s still IT, cold, black and heavy and alien. Maybe I need to internalize it. Or maybe I need a partner.

Observation 2. Camera is a ‘third’ person in the situation. I need to internalize IT to make other people feel that my ‘artificial eye’ is mine.

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

To be or not to be … a filmmaker?



Documentary Film Course Week 1

After couple of years spent at Saatchi’s working as strategist I recently decided to go back to university to pursue a PhD. As much as I liked my previous life and my work in advertising was fun and exciting I was constantly longing for something that would be at least a bit more meaningful and justified my presence in the world. So I returned to books and thinking and Writing, a slightly different from of writing than brief writing. Yet, the real reason why I returned was to be able to understand and tell story of people whose life and fate matter to me – the story of Palestinians living outside Palestine. Hence, I realized that as much as I want to do academic research, the film was perhaps much more comprehensive way of telling people’s stories. And more promising in terms of reaching to ‘normal people’ in ‘real world’ - outside academia and outside advertising. So here I am, taking the anthropological filmmaking course.

And I am scared. I am scared that as much as I want to do this, hiding behind piece of paper feels now so much more comfortable than actually doing it. Somehow I do not feel ready. And I feel naked having being given camera that does filming ‘for real’ (in opposition to how I used camera in all travelling and exploring research). I am scared that ‘my film’ will be the tough proof that the way I see world is too vague or just terribly banal.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

Waiting anxiously for 2011 people escape to the world of fantasy and imagination



It seems to me that after the raise and fall of the 'optimistic consumerism' - a grand narrative of the early 21-century, people in the UK seem to be 'silenced'. They are put on hold, in between something to which there is no return and something new, a new narrative that hasn’t yet emerged.
Since future is still an anxious question mark they escape to the world of privacy and to fantasy. In this time of ‘little stability’ it's not too bad yet. But doesn’t feel like its going to be any better any time soon. So … why not get the most out of it and… play play play.

A revival of 'vintage'

Welcome to the world of fantasy than! 70-ties are back and back in glory. It seems that grass - root vintage trend entered the high street stores and designer catwalks. East London certainly is a vintage Mecca, but thrift boutiques, vintage markets, retro outlets and retro hair dressers have populated the streets of entire London and far beyond. Not forgetting the big come back of mustache? Or am I a bit too east- london biased?

High street is so uncool!

'Back to seventies' is certainly much more than just a fashion trend. In the anxious, uncertain world, people embrace the color, the kitsch chic, the bigger - then- life forms and compositions. It is a big nod to people's bottom up creativity and courage. Anything goes as long as it resembles what we imagine as 'vintage' . Certainly no one really distinguish between what's 50ties, what's 70ties - Mad Men will tell you. What matters is that next to somebody dressed 'vintage', high street posh brands look lazy and stupid. Who would want a high street outfit when you can have a 'Mad Men' for 35! And trust me, is not about price. High street is just so uncool! Big brands feel so passé. Yuk!

Dress - up and dance like there's no tomorrow

Never seen and attended so many 'dress- up' parties in my life! Swinging 50ties, Cindirella vintage, Welcome to the forest - its just a few of them I attended. And people put enormous effort into dressing up and finding most hilarious clothes for these parties. And trust me it is not only about women! Everybody wants to sneak in to the world of fantasy and dream. This time is not about posh. This time is about carless joy, imaginatation and sharing.

So play play play. Before a new narrative arrives. Before its’ too late.

PS. Realize my fashion expertise might sound not too credible ☺, so I recommend 70s Style and Design by Kirsty Hislop and Dominic Lutyens, 15£ Amazon. http://www.amazon.co.uk/70s-Style-Design-Dominic-Lutyens/dp/0500514836. Photo in this blog is the one used on the cover of the book.

Friday, 26 November 2010

Student protest in the UK: Where are the brands when people really need them?


In what might become the defining experience of the generation of young Brits, brands, that normally call for ‘breaking the norms’, ‘being rebellious’ and ‘fighting for your rights’ are dramatically silent.


Amazing opportunity for brands to help young people to tell their true story of their protest in the times when Tory -dominated big media are framing demonstrators as violent disruptors of social order. Yes, it would mean political involvement. Yes, it would mean making some enemies. But in the times when brands want to ‘engage in conversations’ and be part of ‘real lives’ of people they cannot simply stay silent. And pretend that nothing happened. Conflict is part of real life of real people. If brands want to get closer to them they need to take sides and support their consumers when they need it.

Britain is facing the largest student demonstrations in decades. Young people, including pupils in their early teens and students from various colleges are protesting against the planned government cuts in education. Proposed changes mean end of large public investment in the higher education and dramatic rise of university fees. Many economic commentators suggest that these cuts have nothing to do with the savings. They are purely driven by conservative ideology. Tory rich mummy boys can pay for education. Working class kids do not have to go to university. Right?


So kids are on the streets. And it is not just about leaving classroom
for few hours. This is serious stuff. The Tory plans mean that for many of them getting a degree will be just too expensive or they will end up in debts for the rest of their lives. So no, contrary to government line of spin and Tory press these are not just ridiculous demonstrations captured by extremists or anarchists. This is about real future or the generation.

And when tens of thou sands people are protesting of course there always will be acts of violence! Yes, someone will scream f*** the police! And some will get really angry. So far they protesters destroyed few shops and 1 police car. This is not terribly bad? In large this is a peaceful manifestation of justified discontent. Led often by female pupils. People march with posters like “I will not have chance to meet my prince at uni” or “Tory farce kiss my arse” or “How will I learn to spel?”. This is not anarchy. This is young people’s legitimate protest about things that matter to them.


I am shocked by the media response. I am shocked as I thought they should be proud of the people that actually bother to do something political. That in the age of meaninglessness they fight for something and do things that mean something! That actually they want to take the future in their own hands instead of counting on parents’ support. Or go to pub presenting themselves as ‘lost generation’.

I am shocked by Labour party response. In theory they support students. But they so much lack the focus of their policy that their voice remains unheard these days.

I am shocked that brands are not using this obvious space. And do something good for their most promising future consumers and trend- setters.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

10 reasons why you should visit Hong Kong if you are extinct European species. A city that lives its future as quickly as it forgets its past


1. Get proper propotions. Arriving at the airport build on the artificial island, pass over 2 km long bridge that links it with Kowloon, get to your room at 30 something floor with the view over Hong Kong .. and see the forest of scyscapers rising in front of your eyes. Have a look at the South China Morning Post at breakfast and even do not try to look at the property price list. Yes, you’ve come from a tiny old village called Europe. The last remaining dinosaur.




2. Resist (or not) the „yellow fever“. If you fancy seeing white- sixty- years- old anglosaxon men attached to sixteen- year – old Chinese beauties - Hong Kong is the place. Apparently white men go crazy about Asian women the moment they come to Hong Kong. What did..Said write about Orientalism? Colonialism is not dead.


3. See the redefined luxury and … feel free to reject it. If you ever felt diminished walking past European most chic shopping streets go to Hong Kong. And see 5- storey Louis Vuitton on every corner. Feels like Mac Donalds. Anti - big brand therapy … oh yeah!



4. Fuel your imagination at Hollywood Road. Walking past little alleys with little antique shops, old Chinese jewellery, beautiful figures and marble animals. Probably the closest existing reincarnation of Bruno Schultz’s Sklepy Cynamonowe.


5. Sense the pulse the city in vertical and horizontal. Embrace Hong Kong‘s‚ unexpected colours, textures, smells and sounds on the ground, below and above. Melt in intense tones and unexpected combinations. Red that is really red and green that strikes with its absurdity. Smell the sea and the fish and the spices. Treat yourself with foot message. This city awakens all your senses. Do not control it. Breath it in.


6. Dine al fresco on the 61 st floor. Nothing wrong in embracing the nouveaux riche sometimes. London roof -terraces – go and hide!


7. Something Cheesy and Romantic: Fall in love with Kowloon – Hong Kong ferry. The most charming and efficient way of everyday commuting ever discovered. Be quick. Land reclaim means the bay is getting smaller everyday.


8. Have Lunch in former Admirality Club at Macao where colonial world meets brutal consumerism. And understand why Portuguese spent there over 500 years. A magical culinary and cultural journey in time surrounded by world’s ugliest casinos. Unforgettable. Only one hour away from HK.


9. Make friends with the Chinese. Hong Kong is probably the most alienating city I’ve ever visited when it comes to contact with indigenous population. Because there is NO contact whatsoever.


10. Come back, as tomorrow will not be same as today. Hong Kong is changing faster than chameleon. Remember present.This city lives the future as quicky as it forgets its own past.


Thursday, 4 November 2010

Ain't no country for a revolution


The UK government has announced the biggest cuts since Thatcher’s Government. Guardian has exposed that the cuts will be even bigger that those from 30 years ago. Later on Royal Institute for Fiscal Studies calculates, that, contrary to government's claims that 'the cuts are fair', the cuts will affect the poorest the most. People will loose children and housing benefit. Schools will get less money for pupils. Students will have to pay even more for tuition fees. Government is freezing salaries in the public sector for the next 200 years and freezing large amount of stuff. The VAT will rise. Local councils are loosing amazing amounts of money. And what? What happens next? Nothing!

No, people are not on the streets. Trade unions are not announcing strikes. There is no slightest sign of public anger. Brits are still in pubs drinking beer and dressing up for the craziest Halloween parties. France would be on fire! There would be a proper revolution.

Those people here are just mad! Just not sure if good mad or bad mad.


So if they are „good mad“ it is a sign of amazing responsibility. This would mean that British society has an amazing sense of common sense. This would mean they actually realize the simple fact (that no society realizes) that if you live on credit, you have to pay it back. This would also mean that especially British middle classes, people who have been working really hard for years (harder than les Francaises if I may say so) - are actually totally cool with paying and suffering for not their own sins! Amazing. Because this is what British people do. They are polite and responsible. They mind the gap and wait in a queue.

But there is a chance that actually they are ‚bad mad‘ or ‚desperate mad‘. It might mean that they are so disillusioned that they just do not care any longer and ignore whatever the government do. They know that the only way in which they can save themselves is to mind their own business. They know that there is no pint in protesting - that the Tory government will not give up. And they do not believe in their ble ble ble about Big Society. If this is the case, it is rather sad. It would mean that people are loosing confidence that they could do something together. That they stop trusting that collective action makes sense. That they retreat back to their private lives. And celebrate Halloween like never before – a leap to a world of fantasy and illusion, just to get away from real for a second.

Therefore, where I found this poster at SOAS I felt relieved. Somebody still cares. Something still matters.

Friday, 29 October 2010

The Social Network: It's not where you come from, it's where you speak from


I can’t believe I am actually writing about this, but I am. Just seen The Social Network and I loved it. Not so much the film, but Mark Zuckerberg‘s story. I love the story. Love it to pieces.

The film touches upon few things that are amazing about facebook. Few things that come from such brilliantly simple observations. And get the spirit of the generation.


It is fantastically egalitarian. Get rid of the closed and exclusive. Get rid of the tribal thinking. Everyone can be member. Everybody can be friends on facebook. Those neglected, and those famous. No class, no privilege, no inheritance. Never ever closed doors.


Its not where you come from, its where you speak from. What you say is what matters. Not your parents. Not your titles. Not your business card. Yes, you might want to airbrush the photos you send, sex up your comments but at the end it is your individual expression. You cannot buy it. You have to create it.


It doesn’t break the rules. It reinvents them. The rebellion of my generation is not really about destruction. It is about reinvention.


It’s cause- driven, not- money driven. It made us all global citizens, gave us tools to be heard when we fight cause. And if you earn, 65 billion dollars on the way, by – the – way … well, it is even better, I certainly wouldn' t mind.

Friday, 15 October 2010

My Manifesto. The fall and rise of the life 'in between'


As much as I hate the pain of being in constant carousel of people, landscapes feelings and lifestyles I can’t imagine being in one place for good. I am afraid the only meaning that keeps me going is the open door that are left open for my curiosity, escape and love.



Indeed it may seem quite neurotic. It also means complete inability to make decisions that are final and that could anyhow determine other things and other people. Indeed for the last couple of months I have been not only travelling back and forth between UK, Krakow and Warsaw, but also I moved houses in London four times. Crazy. Hate myself for it. So does dear Pawel. On the bigger picture indeed all my life trajectories, and I honestly think there is more than one, are somehow constantly disrupted, interrupted and never set, never planned and always in the process of partly- planned and partly- spontaneous last -minute creation.


I live in a couple of peoplespaces, ideaspaces, culturespaces. London inspires me and drives my constant curiosity, it takes me to mature – land in the independent and not wifely way. I kind of like myself more here. It gives me energy and yes, pretty often takes me to the state of euphoria as well as complete depression.My friends make it cosy and loving for me. Places I love make it exciting, and addictive, oh and very fast. Yet, certainly I am from elsewhere. Not because I feel alien here, but because I want to feel part of elsewhere. When I come THERE, after initial mixture of weirdness, I do feel home, familiar and in the right place - in my place. I switch to home mode instantly. Mrs Kazia as always sells veggies, saturday newspapers feel like I had never stopped reading them. It all feels like I haven’t missed on anything, nothing has really changed. I switch instantly to my other life – with people I love, places where I meet friends. Back in London, feel alone and alien at first instance, I hate the emotional pain of feeling alone at the airport. Yet it takes few hours to melt into my second life that runs flawless, feels natural, like I had always lived here.


But in between is not only about living in two or more different places at the same time. Life in between is really about not letting to frame you in a one-dimensional way, in one box, in one bubble. I guess first of all is about forcing yourself out of your comfort- zone all the time. For many months I felt so much trapped in the bubble of advertising world – unreal, superficial and workaholic. But yet, certain and comforting in its routine. When I quit Saatchi’s and went back to the university I‘ve suddenly realized that the whole charm of academic looked tempting and fascinating from the outside – deep, inspiring, life and world changing. Inside, I’ve realized that I replaced one bubble with another – claustrophobic, self – obsessed, creating own language and own celebrity culture. Yet, I became a student again, with all exams ahead, with established structure, all the memories of school exams, pain and stress returned. Like Jozek from Ferdydurke. And I cried. And I screamed. And I wanted to get away. I wanted back to my „superficial’ ad world and Ariel brief writing.


So indeed after all this going back and forth I want to officially praise the ‚in between‘ life. Yes it might be annoying for me and Pawel, painful and yes, superficial, cause nothing is for good and nothing is for real. But in essence it helps to draw the most out of my little life, its designed to feed my curiosity. Life in between forces me to look for more and for different, teaches me out –of- the- box thinking, showes the new horizons and indulges my senses to taste the world in all its beauty. It is like a drug that always keeps me walking, sometimes… just for the sake of walking.


Perhaps, I will reach the art of standing still one day. But for now, I need to go.


(to catch 6 am flight tomorrow to krakow)