triplecanopy:

The Museum of Modern Art in Warsaw recently released an online archive of Polish art films. 

Above: stills from Red and White, 1978, documenting a performance by Warsaw’s experimental theater the Academy of Movement on the frozen surface of the Vistula River.

allthingseurope:

Kazimierz Dolny, Poland (by .Marcin)

The Wanted - Glad You Came

I really love it when I hear of a song on the Polish radio before it gets to America. European music is too good for the USA sometimes.

alicjazak:

mmmmm gofr… on Flickr.

allthingseurope:

Niedzica, Poland

by evko…busy)

liars-turn-me-on:

It’s Marie SKLODOWSKA-Curie. Get it right! She was never just Marie Curie. And she was Polish in mind, body, and soul. She just happened to marry a frenchman, but she made sure that people will remember that she’s polish by including her maiden name. Not writing it is a SIN.

That’s it.

After I get my Bachelor of Fine Arts at Cooper Union, I’ll move to Poland and attempt to get into the most prestigious art school there, Akademia Sztuk Pieknych (ASP) (The Academy of Fine Arts). Except I’ll have to find out what my forte is first…

KRAKOW IN FOUR YEARS, HERE I COMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Why aren’t Poland and Spain an option for this summer? Why did you have to go and say that it’s not happening this summer, Ada?

No. No, I am not going to let this happen.

I will make Poland an option. I’ll make it an option and it’ll be the only option and I’m going to go, even if it’s without Adrianna, especially if she doesn’t want to go, even IF I end up not doing anything there. 

I want to see my family, I want to see my friends, I want to definitely go this year.

Fine. I’ll just find all the information I need on my own. Plane ticket prices, when I could possibly go, my potential one-month-in-Spain trip… 

UGH I’M JUST SO UPSET!

Och, przydałyby się teraz lody… Takie trzy gałki, bananowo-cytrynowe-tiramisowe, w słodziutkim, wielkim waflu, z wielką ilością bitej śmietany. I na dodatek gdybym zajadała to wszystko malutką, plastikową łyzeczką.

Siedzałabym w Galerii Krakowskiej na trzecim piętrze, rozglądając się w koło podczas spożywania moich pysznych lodów.

Albo jeszcze lepiej: niech to będą lody śmietankowe. Najlepszy smak na całym świecie, który tylko występuje w polskich lodziarniach! Co za rozkosz.

Mniam. Już bym nie płakała i humor by mi się od razu poprawił…