Monthly Archives: March 2016

It’s been one of those incredibly inspiring days, meeting new people, ping ponging ideas, concepts and stories as if the world is one giant pinball machine. Well perhaps it is. For a moment long working days and lack of sleep were mere memories and Susanne came out to play. Hello Spring!

The only thing I wonder after that meeting at Google (btw, thanks for great lunch and conversations guys!)….are there really cameras mounted in the toilets? It surely wasn’t a sprinkler I saw ;).

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…one step closer to the big G event!

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…as I was walking to my appointment I realised my colleague had already turned up (inside joke ;).

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…long days and some sleepless nights are taking its toll I’m afraid

Yesterday I went running in a different direction than I normally would take. Within 20 minutes I found myself on the path to IJmuiden and also what started to look like more a more dilapidated parts on the outskirts of Haarlem. Plots littered with semi-decomposed beer cans and Coke bottles. Graffiti stained walls, windows obscured by net curtains that hadn’t seen a wash since they were hung up some 20 odd years ago. A newly built playground stood in stark contrast with the urban decay, and perhaps what was even starker was the lack of children using it. It all reminded me of a photo shoot we did with Victoria for a school assignment last year. The topic was something along the lines of American slum, in the end it became more like Manchester child poverty. Sebastian acted as a model, and we found a suitable graffiti clad background providing the right dimension to the theme. I think we succeeded pretty well. The only thing that still stays in my mind are those empty swings…

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There are places within the human anatomy that fascinates you more than others. It’s not the usual suspect… No this place is both visible yet hiding unimaginable depths within its natural cavity. I am talking about the suprasternal notch. it’s where you would place a flat golden necklace with a single pearl, the spot that gets dabbed with Cuir de Russie before you embark on your nocturnal excursions, and it’s also the place you find incredibly delightful to play with.

…and so starts this tale. On the backseat of a Vespa, cruising the streets of a European city drenched in artificial lights. There are no stars here.

He drops you off at the other side of a park. It is now dark, set aside the chandeliers casting off a warm glow on the sidewalk. You step off, slightly disoriented. Where is the taxi stand?

The other side, he nods in a direction which will take you another quarter to reach. Set aside walking in utter darkness through what looks like a muddy lawn. It’s been raining. And you are cold.

He takes you hand and draws you closer. Fumbling.

No, you hush.

But no doesn’t really cut it. Why would it? He is not someone who takes no for an answer in his natural habitat.

Well this is going to be a challenge. And you certainly thrive on challenges.

So you play…giving in, before rejecting the invite.

He watches you….perplexed. Grabbing your wrists. Strong hands, yet you free yourself… in an act of sheer defiance.

For a moment you are equals, despite your disadvantage of both height and power. You run your hand across his face, before placing your thumb in the intersection of his collarbone. You have reached his suprasternal notch. It is pulsating from the adrenaline fueled blood flowing through his veins. Yes for a split second you imagine the physiological responses taking place within his bodily edifice. Like being under attack, yet the thrill asks for more.

You let go.

I really need to leave. He remains silent, and so you head to the taxi stand.

…and then you call Cicero.

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The other day, via via, a friend of mine recommended me to try 99 shakes. As I constantly complain about stomach pains and feeling generally bloated I was certainly up for anything that promised to get rid of my ailment. Anything to get rid of this discomfort which I’ve nailed down to being the result of a spinal leison I had the disfortune to receive years ago (yep sound farfetched but brain and spinal leisons can wreck havoc with your body).

99 Shakes is easy. Actually you only need 800 ml of water, a shaker (you get one with the package but a blender will also work) and one of the 99 Shakes which comes in powder form. I started off with Apple, which to my surprise was super tasty (I’m normally not one for diet meals). In fact it kept me going for both breakfast and lunch. Another favourite was forrest fruit which served as my breakfast yesterday morning. As for if it will help my digestion problems? Time will tell I suppose. But so far so good, and the fact it’s so easy to use coupled with a high protein, low calorie formula, (500 Kcal in a meal that can easily last both breakfast and lunch) sounds like a winner to me!

For further information go to 99Shakes.com  – or order directly online.

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Apple flavoured health shake

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A ready meal in less than a minute

Another busy day has passed in a heartbeat. We just finished a deck for a client of ours – Stryking – an exciting entertainment Fantasy Football experience. I have to say it got me really inspired, having played football myself in my youth. My mum decided to put me in a mixed youth team run by Malmo FF. I didn’t turn out to be an Ibrahimovic yet a rather decent centre midfielder given I’m a pretty good runner. And I suppose that is the role I still have today. Getting the job done, whatever it takes.

So here is a snapshot of a team slide we made based on the theme of football and strategy.

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Stryking Team Slide

And talking of Ibrahimovic….check out this cool video. You gotta love this guy.

There haven’t been many days that were not of the hectic kind….ultra turbo, uber hectic. Work exploded in the beginning of the year and all of a sudden we are one quarter into the year. Where did time go?

But today is different, it’s rather relaxed catching up on proposals and prepping for a weekend which will see the wrap up of several deliverables. Thus most likely a weekend not getting out of the house let alone my PJ’s.

I hope you will enjoy yours!

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Friday lunch at Spaces, the Hague

Change is ever present. I rarely sit still and although I find it difficult to allocate time for workout sessions, it appears the ever present stream of activities is doing its fair bit and I am shedding that winter weight slowly but surely. An office move certainly offered ample opportunity to move about, as we now sit at the 3rd floor in Spaces, the Hague.

What is more welcome than anything is the beautiful weather, the birds returning and the sun too. Can’t wait for a glass of wine on a terrace. Spring, do come….with spring in your step, return to our northern latitudes!

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the screens are up for tomorrow’s presentation 🙂

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flex work spot

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R crunching the reports…..a rather hilarious moments…

…but as the adage go….practice what you preach!

 

I’m still in my PJ’s, barely having managed to cram in a shower. Scandalous. But then I always took to an odor that is slightly poudre. Rotten others would say. Stale sweat and tobacco is my counter reply. Bandit is such a concoction. Few people like it. It is not made to be liked. It is the Bitch that Satan spat out. The Gasoline of Perfumes. Or take Shocking. I use it as an alias. I am surprised no one else does, when I register my account.

How come?, W inquires.

The perfume intrigued me after reading an article from Elle’s “Scents of Desire”. “One of the rudest perfumes ever made – it smelt like the inside of women’s underwear,”

Point taken. Scent over touch?

Scent, I reply without hesitation. A scent will always evoke memories. Just like music. Will touch? I dare to say no.

I douse myself in Bandit. Stay away in other words. Don’t say I didn’t warn you ;).

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not made to be liked

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‘He thought, in about 30 seconds she will get up and leave the room. A few minutes later, she will come back wearing a chiffon negligee, smelling faintly of Chanel No 5. In about 30 seconds, she left the room. She came back a few minutes later, naked and wearing Shocking. He was on his feet.’

Amado mio
Love me forever
And let forever begin tonight

Amado mio
When we’re together
I’m in a dream world
Of sweet delight

Many times I’ve whispered
Amado mio
It was just a phrase
That I heard in plays
I was acting a part

But now when I whisper
Amado mio
Can’t you tell I care
By the feeling there
‘Cause it comes from my heart

I want you ever
I love my darling
Wanting to hold you
And hold you tight

Amado mio
Love me forever
And let forever
Begin tonight

Many times I’ve whispered
Amado mio
It was just a phrase
That I heard in plays
I was acting a part

But now when I whisper
Amado mio
Can’t you tell I care
By the feeling there
‘Cause it comes from my heart

I want you ever
I love my darling
Wanting to hold you
And hold you tight

Amado mio
Love me forever
And let forever
Begin tonight
And let forever
Begin tonight
And let forever
Begin tonight

…there is so much out there, waiting to be discovered.

What could you possibly have still on that list? Touche…..I’m a jack of all trades but in the end just a mere bullshitter…down to the last breath.

Oh, there is plenty. I spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink.

a) …I begin….I need to start playing pool again”*oh sweet memories waiting to be rediscovered*
b) continue the riding lessons I failed to continue at the tender age of five
c) French….after all I will never speak Dutch
d) shooting lessons, I took about 3, got my letter of good standing (yes hard to believe) but being too busy failed to continue
e) study philosophical logic
f) continue mathematical studies…if not to make my dad proud…wherever he is
g) become the proud owner of a chateau…it was my dreams since childhood
h) start practicing the ancient art of fencing… The is nothing as sexy as a women en garde
i) learn the rules of poker, If I am already an accomplished stoic, wait until you see my poker face 😉
j) travel around the world, experience the old silk-road, visit Isfahan, Petra, re-discover Kathmandu
k) …and if I have all the money in the world and no cares, pursuit a career of an amateur archaeologist and be the one to break the mystery of the Money Pit

…I trail off, spitting out the last residue of toothpaste. Good night darling, it’s time to get my beauty sleep…

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