Another voyage in space and time. Scotty has taken the day off. I hope the ship will run smoothly. Otherwise we may all be trapped forever in a distant parallel universe. Above: an art gallery at Place des Vosges, Paris. c. 2015. Angry panda. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2016. 17th century street art. Tlalpan, Mexico city.…
“Morning Scotty. Engines ready?” “Yes Sir. Where to?” “Paris. 1964, please.” “Engine room: full throttle. Paris 1964. Location: Notre-Dame.” Notre-Dame, c. 1964. From the Left bank, Quai Saint-Michel. The bouquinistes are still there. “Bouquin” is slang for “Livre”, book. Those boxes have been there for centuries, since the 1500’s. 900 boxes, 200 merchants, 300,000 books…
A week tomorrow since the earthquake. The streets of Mexico are silent. Eerie. This is the South. The South has colour, there is noise, movement. Yet, hope of finding any remaining survivor is practically over. And the streets are silent. I’ve just made a selection of photos taken a few weeks ago near the centre…
Hi everyone. Yesterday’s earthquake in Mexico has had very strong consequences: dozens of collapsed buildings, people trapped underneath, a school nearby with many children, bridges, a supermarket. There are thousands of voluntaries, people helping in any way they can. But more is needed. If you can, please donate. Something. Anything. Whatever you can, it will…
Previously on Crows reloaded: Pete is a white journalist born in Africa. Mary-Sue is a black journalist born in Babylon, Amerika. Pete is telling – us? – the story of why he left Africa, and his encounter with a young Pokot girl, named Malaika. “So, mzungu (white man), will you marry me?” Malaika says. “No…
Previously on Crows: Pete, the narrator, is a young white journalist born and raised in Kenya. After covering tribal unrest in the North for a Kenyan newspaper he goes back to Nairobi. Needs a break. Maybe he will resign, maybe leave Africa. He goes to Lamu, a small island on the coast of Kenya, by…
1910, Brittany. First row, seated, l. to r. great-uncle Philippe, great-aunt Jeanne, my great-grandmother Wilhelmine, “auntie” Irene. Second row, standing: “auntie” Daisy, my grandmother Julie, and great-uncle Jean. When my great-grandfather, Henry-Felix died in India at the end of the 19th century, great-grandma Wilhelmine (Kaiser Wilhelm was very popular in the British Empire until WWI)…
Place Maubert, 1964* I discovered Place Maubert in 1970, not very long after this photo. I was starting College up the hill, at the Collège Sainte-Barbe, close to the Panthéon. After class one would walk down Rue Valette, then Rue des Carmes, cross Rue des Ecoles, and arrive at Place Maubert, on the Boulevard Saint-Germain…
Equinoxio 