~cyanotypes~
Sunday, August 8th, 2010After a month seaside, I spent the day saying goodbye to Laguna and tying up a multitude of loose ends, including the pressing need to catalog the seaweed. Love that Prussian Blue (aka ferric ferrocyanide).
After a month seaside, I spent the day saying goodbye to Laguna and tying up a multitude of loose ends, including the pressing need to catalog the seaweed. Love that Prussian Blue (aka ferric ferrocyanide).
Cylindrical landscape paintings, effulgence, lemonade, sinister foliage, Flopper and Boris (bunnies), prospectors and grizzlies (painted), the surprise of old friends. A magical night passed here.
My day began in the company of three kids, two grown-ups, a dog, and a curious kitty who would have been quite interested in a certain exhibit at the Museum of Jurrasic Technology…
Also on display were the Micromosaics of Henry Dalton. This image is through a microscope, and made of bits of butterfly wings.
We also saw the Floral [...]
“(Swinburne is) a braggart in matters of vice, who has done everything he could to convince his fellow citizens of his homosexuality and bestiality without being in the slightest degree a homosexual or a bestializer.”
Damn, Oscar Wilde, throw down the decadent gauntlet! Nevermind Wilde himself was derided by Edmond de Goncourt as lifting his poncy [...]
Leave it to the Dutch. In Maastricht one finds the Selexyz Dominicanen bookshop, housed in a 13th century Dominican church repurposed by architects Merkx + Girod. Featuring 14th century ceiling frescoes, and a café situated in the former choir (with a cheeky cruciform reading table), this shop is designed essentially as a giant, walk-in bookcase [...]
Woke before dawn and watched the sun come up on a new decade, from a window I will soon sadly relinquish. Made coffee for my honey, who bravely accompanied me to Passy, a wealthy area of south-west Paris that was once a commune, as I begin to wrap up the research that brought me here. [...]
A nighttime pilgrimage to the Tour Eiffel, by which I mean a five+ mile, three hour stroll through le Marais, past Notre Dame, and along the Seine. Heaven.
When we arrived at the foot of the tower, it began to practice for the first ever rainbow-hued 400 LED light show on New Years Eve. Some things, [...]
Edit, edit, edit all day, then, a date night. Alfonso surprised me with a trip to tiny art house cinema Studio 28 on the Butte Montmartre. The theater opened in 1928 as Paris’ first avant-garde cinema, and showed Louis Bunel’s L’Age d’Or not long after. The lobby displays the foot prints (not shoes, like Graumans, [...]
A trip to Deyrolle, cabinet of curiosities which I am delighted to report has risen from the ashes of the 2008 fire that threatened it’s demise. Some of the rough-around-the-edges charm is gone, but in it’s place is a more polished, self-aware magnificence. Which I ’spose means Deyrolle grew up.
Began the day with a trip [...]
I’m guided by a signal in the heavens/I’m guided by those birthmarks on my skin/
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons/First we take Manhattan then we take Berlin.
~ Leonard Cohen
cafe honoring Austrian playwright Joseph Roth, who lived next door. (click to expand)
Its utterly sock-knocking to be back in a proper international landscape after so [...]