A Paris walk. (Not again?!)

Thoughtful. Up the towers of Notre-Dame. Don’t do it, it’s cramped, and the security mesh they’ve put impedes any decent view or photography. The above is a victory of Photoshop. See the original further down below. Vintage. My brother’s lair, Paris, around the corner from Impasse Satan. My brother is getting vintager and vintager every…

La street (art) c’est chic.

Broussaille and Catherine by Frank Pé. Brussels. c. 2015. I don’t only break hearts. La street c’est chic. “Quail-hill”, Paris, 2018. Raffles Hotel, Singapore. 2018. The Raffles is a symbol of Singapore. Much to our dismay, it was closed for remodeling. Have to go back. 🙂 Stamped. Paris. 2018. How many stamps (real stamps, mind…

Klimt’s lights. Cont’d

Previously on Equinoxio: L’Atelier des lumières (The Lights workshop) in Paris has put together a revolutionary presentation of Klimt’s (and Schiele’) art using light and technology. Above: “Kuntsschau Wien, 1908”. Kunst means Art. I suppose Schau means Show? (Help us out, our German or German-speaking friends). Fasten your seat belts. We are going back 110…

Another day in Paris…

“Don’t make my blue eyes brown…” Or is it the other way round? Latin Quarter. 2018. A Dino Fiat at the flea market in Saint-Ouen. (See Midnight in Paris). This little red thang was built in 1969. A thousand units. It really is a Ferrari disguised as a Fiat. Engine by Dino Ferrari, son of…

Pot-pourri six-and-fifty

Scotty is still on holiday, fishing in Scotland around 1896, with Dr Watson, not quite sure whether with John or Joan. In Scotty’s stead, Mr Spock is at the helm. “Spock, ready for some fun?” “Define ‘fun’, Sir?” “Never mind, Spock. Above: procession last Sunday in Tlalpan, a street away from the house. (C)ourtesy AMO.…