summarizing

eng  It is a moment in the history of this blog, when I decided that I need to make some changes and start writing to you also in Polish. This diary of mine has loads of Polish readers and I wanted to do them all a favour. The text in Polish will be a free translation of this in the first column, and this is because Dipped in Rococo posts are mostly created inside of my head in English. Sometimes I will not write a literal translation, but things I will want to convey, you will be able to read in both languages :) After years of studying English, reading books and watching tv shows it's much easier for me to spread my wings when writing in that language. Frankly speaking, I've always had this dilemma, what language to write to you in. Of course, I recon that nowadays everyone is trying their hand at learning English, but I did not want to separate myself from readers, who just don't feel so comfortable speaking it. So here I am! :) I'll try to stick to such form of the posts. Thank you very much for a fairly large response below my last post (that I know wasn't anything special in the terms of analogue photography). Pictures come to an end, thoughts slowly pass onto a completely different track, associated with the university and how not to die this year. Several images in this post I still have from Olsztyn, when summer was still in full swing and we decided to go for a walk. Resolutions for fall? At least five hours of sleep a day. Buying a new camera.  If anyone is interested in exchanging banners, new free spots will be available soon, read more here.  T A L K   T O   Y O U   S O O N!

pl Nadszedł moment w historii tego bloga, kiedy zdecydowałam, że należy trochę się zmienić i zacząć pisać do Was także w języku polskim. Dużo osób z Polski tu zagląda i to właśnie dla nich. Teksty będą w wolnym tłumaczeniu z tego w pierwszej kolumnie, a to ponieważ zazwyczaj posty na Dipped in Rococo powstają w mojej głowie już po angielsku. Czasami nie będę pisać wszystkiego słowo w słowo, ale to co będę chciała przekazać, pojawi się w obu językach. Po latach nauki angielskiego, czytania książek i oglądania seriali, dużo łatwiej jest mi rozwinąć skrzydła podczas pisania właśnie w tym języku. Szczerze mówiąc, zawsze miałam ten dylemat, w jakim języku do Was pisać. Oczywiście myślę, że teraz już wszyscy próbują swoich sił w angielskim, ale nie chciałam zamykać sobie dojścia do czytelników, którzy po prostu nie czują się z nim dobrze. Tak więc jestem! :) I postaram się być w tej formie już zawsze. Bardzo dziękuję za dość duży odzew pod moim ostatnim postem, który dobrze wiem, że nie powalał pod analogowym względem. Zdjęcia się kończą, myśli powoli przechodzą na zupełnie inne tory, związane z uczelnią i tym, jak nie zginąć w tym roku. Kilka zdjęć w tym poście zostało mi jeszcze z Olsztyna, kiedy lato nadal trwało w najlepsze i zdecydowałyśmy się na spacer. Postanowienia na jesień? Przynajmniej 5 godzin snu dziennie. Kupienie nowego aparatu.  Jeśli ktoś jest zainteresowany wymianą banerów, to niedługo zwalniają się darmowe miejsca na taki barter, doczytajcie sobie tutaj. D O   U S Ł Y S Z E N I A !

dilemma

Fuji Color 200

analog or digital  It bugs me practically every time I develop a new roll, or see Kinfolk mag or find something inspiring in terms of photography. People can do wonders with their cameras, that is one thing I am sure of. Second, with a talent, it seriously doesn't matter whether you pick analog or digital. A good idea is still a good idea. Analog stole my heart with its light depiction. It was something I have never seen before, while regulars (B or even C-class digital devices) lacked depth that I so strongly desired. I still believe analog is a great choice (even though it is seriously a pricey hobby and supposedly it will get more and more expensive with time), but I often wonder where my future lies with photography. Maybe one day I will just switch to convenience of pluging a usb into my laptop to view my little snaps, then something will end but a new chapter of this blog will begin. Digital would be an investment for years to come, and perhaps a method of posting more regularly, not being depended on lightning conditions or not missing this perfect shot, because of taking it only once.

socialite or introvert  I am not the most social person you have met, nor I aspire to be one. Perhaps that's too bad. When you're alone, you can, colloquially speaking, fuck what everybody thinks. Be the master of your fate and the captain of your soul. After you've made a decision to share your life with somebody else, that choice no longer seems so obvious. Of course, I am not talking about a complete collisions of personalities, a party lover and the worst type of an introvert, that I shall not try to deal with. But I strongly believe that for some values in life, we should try our best not to be egocentric anymore. I am the worst kind of an egocentric, you know? But I have learnt some lessons by now, and I hope I am on a road that only goes up from now on. I don't feel this need of socializing, but that doesn't mean that because of it, I should act like less of a friend or less of a girlfriend.

falling in love with the city

Four days in the capital gave me a chance to experience its light touch upon my heart. It was nice for the first time not to be weighted down by my luggage, but instead walking freely, taking photographs and enjoying myself. I had a list of places to visit while in Warsaw, places recommended by friends and picked while browsing the internet opinions.

this world-with-a-question-mark.

A little bit of early Saturday laziness is all I can afford right now. Rolling under Ikea duvet, sipping coffee, enjoying my fresh restocked film supplies and mischievously planning my next move in the game called year two.

At this point in my life, I'm pretty sure that in the past few months I had to go through a boundary between this and another reality. Something like Murakami's 1Q84. Or I'm in Wonderland. Maybe I'm Alice, on the other side of the mirror. If only I would have ever finished reading any of these books, maybe now I'd know what to expect. It's unique to see that you think I have everything figured out. I'm not even close! If you're going through hell, keep going. That's what they say. It's hard to come up with a more clever solution. Keep your eyes on the goal, too. It's Friday as I'm writing that post. I feel my brain is semi fried after this week, eyelids heavier than they should be, even if it's 2am. Maybe if I'm in this alternative universe, maybe, just maybe, I can be another person too?

Nothing is happening nowadays, I just keep fighting off the nonsense, which every day brings about. It's such a curious case. Suddenly, people who don't know me, think that I am, in fact, cool. All the attendants at uni refuse to cooperate. And one thing, which is actually the most odd of them all, suddenly, knowing me has become an actual pick up line. Wow, as if I was that solid point of reference that you're a decent person. Don't even make me explain, it's totally weird. Welcome to the inner workings of my world though. Enjoy the ride while it lasts.

Ugh, how much I hate you for wearing all that plaid. Don't you have anything else to wear?

“I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir.

Because  I  a m  n o t  m y s e l f, you see?

triangles are my favorite shape ♫