… Now go cat go!

Place de l’Opéra, Paris, c.1907. No, I wasn’t born yet. (c)ourtesy Roger Viollet. See the sooty façade of the Opera, to the left, horse-drawn carriages mixing with the brand-new “automobiles”. 4th installment of our Paris stroll. Go cat go! Remember the mural locked up by a fence? Here’s another angle… Retired Hell’s Angel. Rue Jacob.…

My virtual museum…

Corto Maltese during the Russian-Japanese war, c.1904-1905. Corto was born in 1887 in Malta, of a Gipsy mother and a sailor from Cornwalls. A “gentleman of fortune” as he called himself, Corto Maltese was an adventurer whose first story was published in Italy in 1967. “The ballad of the salty sea.” The author was an…

Three to get ready

“This is not a lamp-post”. Paris bridge. “Europe-Orient, Far East”, Air France poster. My first flight ever was on that line. I should have bought the poster in that restaurant. (Or stolen it?) Beyond the shadow of a dot. Wolinski was a cartoonist and an editor of Charlie Hebdo; he was murdered by Al-Quaeda killers…

Graveyard street (art)

“Moonwalk”. (See Marcel Marceau). Tepoztlán, Mexico. 2020 Corn is God. Tepoztlán. And the house gets painted for free. “The history of France must be deconstructed.” Emmanuel Macron, President of France. Authentic. I wonder whether the President of a country is entitled to deconstruct. Shouldn’t he or she build or re-build the country? Or am I…

FEAR

My car broke down. In the middle of nowhere. No signal of course. Cel as good as dead. I walked for miles. Or what felt like miles. I had been driving on a country road. Going from nowhere to nowhere. After the car broke down, I walked on the dirt road in the middle of…

A morning walk, New York

New York by night. The Odeon on Thomas Street. Our first dinner. (Whaddayamean “A morning walk”? That pic is at night.) (Yep. But it was mornin’ in Singapore) Or by day. Though this is actually “Noy Joysey”, across the river. Last November we decided to get our 3rd shot in the US since it was…

Contemporary art, Mexico

OMG. “Vuelo”, The flight. By José Luis Barrera. Study in scarlet. By Humberto Valdez. “Hope arrives at the Ajusco mountain”. By Froylan Ruiz. Above: The corn god, by Erick Pozos. Below: “My Valentine” by María Villar Bragdon. “Huarhari.” Whatever that means. An interesting composition by Froylan Ruiz again. Versatile. “Mexico”, by José María D M.…

“Sweet smoke just a poke”

“In a world of last teardropIn a world of last teardropYou know it sounds so goodSounds so good “Well, you know it sounds so goodYou hope it never stopsNever, never, never stopsNever, never, never, never, stops “If you hear sounds of bitter weepingTo be sure the God of Light is sleeping No time for mirthMuch…

Street art of the magic mountain

The angel of the Magic mountain. On December ’20, we rented a house for Xmas in Tepoztlan. A small town an hour away from Mexico city. I may have posted this one from another angle. We only went out of the house one Sunday, early, to catch some street art. A year and change already……

Barbara *

“Remember Barbara It rained and rained on Odessa that day And you walked smiling Beaming delighted soaked Under the rain “Remember Barbara It rained and rained on Odessa I saw you on the Potemkin stairs You were smiling And I smiled too “Remember Barbara I didn’t know you You didn’t know me Remember Remember that…