walked the same little streets, bought the same kind of fruit, had the same coffee, had my toe nails painted bright pink, drank green tea, bought a yellow-ish head band, continued reading paul auster's 'city of glass' and realised it's also june 2nd. in the story- new york on june 2nd and this is istanbul on june 2nd. the daily life of an istanbulite on june 2nd. in the twentyfirst century; sounds pretty insignificant but i believe it actually isn't. we are all constantly recreating realities, rituals, patterns and we are strengthening ways of interaction; none of this is as trivial as it seems; our little, uneventful daily lives are helping make history, even more so when we constantly share them publicly on a blog i suppose :).
some snaps from the day. these old LPs are from my parents and they are used and abused believe me, i bore witness as a child. enjoy the rest of the week-end.