istanbul; dirty beats

the last wednesday in istanbul we went to Dirty, a club hidden on the sidestreets of Istiklal. On the weekends it is packed, but tonight less then seven people took up the dance floor.

istanbul; last night

our handsome landlord Fehmi.

our other handsom landlord Göhkan with the motorcycle that once took him all the way to India.

would you like some beer to that thinking? notice christmas decorated tree in the background.

woman in a pink fluffy wig who fell asleep at the table.

istanbul; last week

Ilayda. the most beautiful girl we have ever met.

boys in the bay.


school girls on istiklal street. one of them had a marilyn manson pin on her back pack.

pigeons again. girls being photographed. who is the man och women feeding the pigeons to the left?

istanbul; do you miss me?

sunset afternoon at Topkapi Palace.

pirate ships leaving the bay.

turkish dr. Phil on bill boards.

blue mosque winter roses.

candy fluff.

morning walk buildings.

istanbul; december falls

chai and börek that looks like a rose, before we go to the swedish consulate for a lecture.

the general consulate of Sweden. the new ambassador Torken Stiernlöf held a speech in english on the current political situation in Turkey and its relationship to EU and the middle eastern world. A lot of swedes were there, and some turks too. afterwards we went up to the saloon in this building and drank some wine and had snacks and mingled. I wanted to ask Torkel a really smart question about a book that the former ambassador Ingmar Karlsson wrote on the turkish membership in eu, and see what he had to say about it, but then i just ended up talking about our landlord, the antique shop and our cats.

john on our way to Peyote.

Nordik plays live on Peyote. Onur to the right, does the piano and the electronic music.

Raki and water drinks.

Onur is the dj and Ellinor is helping out with some tasty swedish indie.

john, irish (-turkish) friend, is getting ready for a friday night out in the electroclubs. Black piercing, shaved a moustashe, colored his hair darker. we like it!

istanbul; morning walks along bosphorus

this is what a turkish breakfast looks like.

man reading the morning news. the bridge to the asian side of istanbul in the background. last week i skipped my turkish lessons and took long walks at the water instead.

sleeping man.

fisherman.

laundry.

entrance to Dolmabahce palace. Atatürk lived here the last period of his life and died here in 1938.

i went all the way to the bridge and ortaköy. it took me about two hours. Ortaköy mosque right at the seaside.



i saw a cat who had a blue and swollen eye. then i sat down at gloria jean´s coffee and drank a latté and read The Prince by Machiavelli.

istanbul; falling inlove

Beyoglou view from Eminönü.

i live right at Galata tower.

Yeni Camii mosque. washing basins to the left.

little girl eating corn and looking at the pigeons.

spice, nuts, and dried fruit in the small bazar right at the bay.

ellinor buys some baklava.

at first we wanted the baklava with all the chocolate on it. but the baklava seller said that it was so sugary that it had the same effect as viagra. he said "it is not for you, it is viagra baklava".

blue mosque.

istanbul; home sweet home

my darling clementine.

i made this composition with clothes and put the doll together but my landlord who owns the shop didn´t like it cause it looked too creepy.