Tuesday, December 30, 2008

barbie's party

barbie and her friends need to party, too, especially to celebrate the end of such an exhausting and volatile year...and to welcome a new one that should be more enlightening and rational, but then again, spirals have a way of being always at the mercy of gravity...
[just go on fondling your delirium like a pretty pony, as the frazzled Aragon would have encouraged...]

[barbie's fête took place at the Cité de l'Architecture et du Patrimoine in an exhibition themed "La Villa de Mlle B."]

Friday, December 19, 2008

joyeux jolly jolly

don't brown-bag your holidays just because the economy is in free-fall, the air is toxic, the oceans are emptying out, the rainforests denuded, and the world's general health rapidly failing, soon to be on life-support if there is still a universal clinic standing...no matter how desperate and dire the straits are, let's hope that there is still love to be made, pâtisseries to be eaten, unmurky water to drink, pockets of adequate air to intake, and most of all, tolerant friends to make it a little more bearable...
to one and all...enjoy a most exuberant and transcendent season [while we can!] and gently push all those delusions into the new year!
still, make merry and much happiness always...

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

R is for...

R is for...
ruthless ruminations of a rapscallion...
rough and re-tumbled resolutions...
rubicund requiems for renegades...
rampant and random railroading...
and a rarefied retrospective on a rutabaga...

Friday, December 12, 2008

licking the muses

sometimes when you merge the interior and exterior worlds in a single reflection, the potent and poetic image that emerges can confuse even the staunchest of surrealists...but for me, the muses can float by in a dusting of light particles and even a glint is enough of a sign...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008


at a vide-grenier in a Neuilly neighbourhood, someone's precious collection of old toy cars is meticulously laid out on a pristine white tablecloth...what courage and sadness he must feel to finally decide that it is time to part with a cherished part of his boyhood, and hoping that their new homes will treat them just as well...

Friday, December 5, 2008


there is so much to guard against these days... priceless jewels on the Avenue Montaigne, Chinese products [edible or not], quick and nimble bicycle thieves, even unscrupulous Swiss bankers!... oh, for the easy days of knowing exactly who and where le gardien was to solve the little problems of a much simpler and smaller world...

Sunday, November 30, 2008


at the elegant and recently renovated Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature there was installed the most incongruous piece of "sculpture"...[un objet trouvé by some hunters? and modified by the designer/artist Vincent Dubourg] of the shell of an old car with saplings having grown and wrapped their limbs around it like those of a desirous woman around a mysterious and immobilized man...
[displayed in the Salon des Oiseaux, it is a telling indication of the state of woodlands being used as dumping grounds...humans soiling the natural environment with their rejectamenta]

Thursday, November 27, 2008


a ghostly portrait emerges from the residue glue of a removed poster, not an image born under the image of another, but an image etched onto the detritus of another...nonetheless compelling and arresting as the original...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


these ancient rusty transformer boxes are the epitome of primitive, and yet, current continues to flow through them to light up, heat up, power up computers in centuries old rooms where the previous inhabitants could not have possibly imagine the world enabled by the installation of a few boxes and wires and switches...

Sunday, November 16, 2008

la grosse bouteille

perched at the end of the brasserie's wide red canopy, this enormous pink bottle seems to taunt passersby with its proudly over-sized presence...
will it tip over in a gust of wind and perhaps hit some poor sod on the head?
will amateur snipers take potshots at it for target practice?
will it confuse alcoholics in a drunken haze that they have finally taken one drink too many and hallucinating giant pink bottles will now be a constant fact of life??

Friday, November 7, 2008


for that elegant parisian who feels the need to break out of their sedate lifestyle every other full moon and head into some serene woodland to unleash hell on poor little defenseless creatures...
I am curious though to see the moss and desert version of this bizarrely over the top 3-D camouflage suit...
[and why are they selling these in the heart of Paris??]
*make love, art, music, and more love, but definitely no more war*

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

abstract door

there must be a million pictures of the doors of paris, many imposing and solid with elegantly carved ornamentation, some painted in bright sheens and decorated with ornate hardware, others are weathered and neglected but the worn patina just adds to the charm...still others are whimsically nondescript...
this one in a courtyard belongs to the abstract minimalist painting category with its worked surface of old paint, grime, scrapes and patches that a dedicated artist would spend hours to achieve, finally punctuating it with a rusty bar and cross-piece for that pseudo-religiose effect...

Friday, October 31, 2008

come and gone

on a day when some happily halloweened americans will actually don masks and costumes of their old presidents, infamous or not, to celebrate the glories of the candy manufacturing industry, I can't imagine that the dignified french would ever consider impersonating their ex-presidents, even ones in their youthful and intellectually elegant heyday, for any occasion...
[these dated posters were found already artistically torn away on a wall in the marais during the may 2007 election...most probably culled from the mementos of some nostalgic politico still hankering for the france of yore]

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


from sneaking into courtyards, some of the most interesting are off the rue du faubourg saint antoine...like this imposing phallicentric complex erected in the industrial age to house busy men making many, many useful and good quality [because they are french] things...

Thursday, October 16, 2008

shoe hive

the incredible ingenuity with a few hundred plastic cups...just to display one precious pair of shoes

Friday, October 10, 2008

passage josset

so much of paris is becoming sanitized and americanized these days...it is increasingly rare to chance upon lost in time artisan ateliers such as this one still with its old sign on the door and a long out of date telephone number on it...

Thursday, September 25, 2008


the source of ALL life, as we know it...today I joined OCEANA , an essential and urgent cause to campaign for the protection and restoration of the world's oceans, which have already suffered irreparable harm and the loss of countless species of marine life.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008


snug as a bug is Renardo curled up on a fauteuil at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, an oddly sublime museum dedicated to the "ethical" Hunt [and to Nature, of course!]
...housed in an exquisite 17th century hôtel particulier in the Marais designed by François Mansart.

Sunday, August 24, 2008


perhaps the most morbidly popular window display in paris...and a constant remainder to generations of wandering street rodents of their eventual fate at the hands of determined and unabashed exterminators...

Friday, August 22, 2008

l'état herbu

lush grasslands at the musée du quai branly soothe the spirits protecting the primitive artifacts installed within the newest jean nouvel designed museum on the seine...art and artifacts from ancient cultures to remind us that animism creates a more empathetic world...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

home on the seine

along the scenic seine the more privileged homeless occupy prime riverfront real estate in neat and orderly tents with a view of the exclusive ile saint-louis and the grandiose hôtel lambert where voltaire was once taken in and thereby saved from a similar humbler fate...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

l'état moussu

a soft bed of moss upon worn stone, beneath which lies a fading body, a dissolving being...persona incognito...
a soft bed of moss upon which the rain falls where tears had evaporated so long ago...and where now only the birds perch ever so briefly...

Monday, August 4, 2008


the prominent outward manifestation of a long-standing and free-spirited primal occupation of prime property, as observed across the way from within a bastion of frenzied juvenile mass-consumeristic and art-apathetic flock...

Sunday, July 27, 2008

beaux arts

the creative chaos of scavenged kitsch, the jumbled spontaneity of blindly expressive neophytes at l'ecole de beaux arts...I envy their uninhibited impertinence in these hallowed halls...

Monday, July 21, 2008

battre les murs

the lines scribbled, the names scratched, the backs leaned, the tears stained, the dishes thrown, the pictures hung, the furniture scraped, the beds rattled...against these leftover walls for decades and decades...now exposed to the elements, the curious gaze...another remnant of lives lived, well or otherwise, in this corner of paris...

Friday, July 18, 2008


a stain on a curb, an arrangement of a few pebbles from the inner courtyard of the bibliothèque nationale and a character emerges... until the wetness evaporates and the eyes/nose/lips are all brushed back onto the pile below...

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

madame chinoise

I no write francais good
english also not so good
I come to paris for new life
but life not so good hier
I massage many body all days
some veri harry an smell bad
one man say he like asian put becos they small an no har
but I too old for him
he like yeung with long black har
I go now
put more papier on wall with my phon nombre