Mozart Requiem. Paris 2016.
Dead snake. At our house in Conakry, Guinea, West Africa. C.1960. Snakes are very common in Africa. But somehow, every time we moved house, a snake would appear in the first few days. And be dutifully killed by the Cook. In that particular house, a few days before, Cook had killed a 9-10 ft python in the garden… One gets used to it. 🙂
Sandwich anyone? West Africa, c.1960. One goes barefoot, despite the snakes. (And scorpions). 🙂
Tlalpan, Mexico city, 2016. Typical 17th-18th century Colonial window.
Baalbek, Lebanon. 1967. We were supposed to fly from Cyprus to Israel to meet old friends. My father, a typical airline man, screwed up the flights, we ended up in Beyruth. (Never made it to Israel). This was in July 1967, barely a month after the six-day war! My parents were truly unconcerned. 😉 Lebanon then, long before the civil war was a heaven of peace.
Phnomh-Penh, Cambodia. c.1956. With my older brother Richard and lil’ sister Gaëlle. Cambodia is another country that was later submitted to massive slaughter. Most countries we lived on were, actually. After we left. Always after we left! I sometimes wonder whether my parents weren’t international spies! (Joke. Of course not. Just a casual succession of many countries swept into destruction.)
Et mortis fatum fini e(s)t. And Death and the fate of the end… The remnants of my Latin only could identify a few words: mortis, fatum, resurrectionis… The rest is courtesy of your local Latin-English translator. Church floor, Sienna, c. 14th, 15th century. (I had to take the Equinoxio time-travel capsule)
Little sister’s (and mine) first and only attempt at modeling. Paris, Salon de l’enfance, c. 1958. A friend of my mother’s needed small children for a fashion show. Above and below. (Now that I think of it, we didn’t get paid!)
Our country house in Normandy, early sixties. (So Bourgeois!) I remember endless summers of remodeling and freedom. See the white door to the left? That was the door to liberty. Open it, take your bike out and cycle away in the country roads.
When I say remodeling, I mean remodeling. Anything from plumbing to electricity to roofs, to walls to… you name it. See the minute window in the roof on the right? And the larger window in the roof to the left? My parents decided to replicate the left window, and opened a hole in the wall and the roof. 😦
Above, l. to r. my father, and my eldest brother Michel, opening the new window in the wall and roof. Work in progress.
After. Big Brother Michel fixing the last details. Since we were the little ones, my sister and I were “slave” labour, called in to carry paint, tiles, nails, what have you, while our parents and older brothers did the heavy work.
Green Velvet. Paris. 2016.
Thank you for flying Equinoxio Time-Space Airline. Look forward to see you on our next trip.