I have discovered Pixlr‘s retro/vintage effects maker and it has rather taken over my life, as I’m not obsessed with turning my photos into Instagram/Hipstamatic-type thingies. This is a picture of a little shop I found on a random side street in Vienna on my way to the Brunnenmarkt. I realise I’ve been rather remiss [...]
Today and tomorrow are for music. I came to Austria for one purpose, and that was to fangirl Mozart. Is it strange to admit a crush on a dead genius? The irony of these days being for music is that I have broken my headphones on the way over and therefore cannot listen to any. [...]
I am out of my depth. Unlike Oxford, I came to Vienna to become verloren, to become lost. But I didn’t realize exactly how unmoored I would feel. Language barriers–normally never much trouble for me–suddenly seem insurmountable. I am passable in Spanish (once fluent, but now no longer), can get by in French, and can [...]
So I’m going to try and transcribe what I’ve handwritten in my journal about the past few days.
S. Jae-Jones, but JJ, if you please. Editrix at St. Martin's Press. Writer. Artist. Avid skydiver. And she abandons her mind to obscure arts.