… 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.…

A day at the zoo

1977, Paris, a few weeks between the Army (in France) and Grad school (in the US). I load my faithful 35mm Asahi Pentax with Black & White film. Ilford of course. Destination: the “Zoo de Vincennes”, southeast of Paris. Above: a black-face gibbon ready to fool around. Most gibbon species come from Southeast Asia and…

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…

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…

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……

Two for the show…

The Opera. Paris, c.1960. Love the cars: a Peugeot 404, a 2 Chevaux, an Ami6, one of the ugliest cars ever mass-produced. (Nothing personal. Our friends Elluecque had one in West Africa.) The Palais-Garnier in the 60’s was not as sooty as Notre-Dame. The Opera, 2021. With Carpeaux’s “Danse” on the façade. And the statues…

One for the money

Notre-Dame in flames, by Thaïs. Paris, summer of ’21. City Hall launched a contest among children to paint what had happened to the cathedral. The winners were posted on the walls enclosing the reconstruction site. Notre-Dame, early sixties. Cars and buses would drive and park by the cathedral. I still remember as a child how…

Street eyes

Lion eyes. Always read the eye on the wall. “Murder on the dance floor.” The beetle’s eyes. Toxic eyes. (Michelada is beer with lemon juice) Zapatista eyes. Eyes of the “barberess”. The Prince’s eyes. (No idea, really. Making it up as I go) Bienvenida, welcome. Remember my eyes when all else is gone. “Soldier ask…

Flowers in winter

To all our friends North or West, under feet of snow, pouring rain or sleet, a few flowers for the winter. (Hibiscus 🌺 ) (There even is an emoji…) (Scary ain’t it? The Mac detects the typed word and suggests an emoji. All the while sending a copy of all I/we write to head-office. Theirs.…