Thursday, February 26, 2009


corpulent flesh immortalized in bronze...
voluminous words preserved in print...
the sculptor's hands tire from molding so much corporality while the writer's mind fades out from terminal exhaustion...

[more wordy essay on the museum where this rotund piece resides on Parigigi's site under the "musées" category]

Thursday, February 19, 2009

french bleeng

serious bling for the one who wants to lead the most:::
...the emphatic emperor with a nudity clause
...the enlightened suzereine who prescribes junk food for the masses
...the delirious president infected with a napoleon complex
...the bulimic autocrat whose gilded plunder purges corporate dross

[bling by J.C. de Castelbajac displayed at the Musée Galliera, Paris]

Tuesday, February 17, 2009


not a welcoming situation for any aspiring romeo, or even a few tired birds... the medieval elements striate this façade in rough-hewn solidity, determined to deter and repel all interlopers...

Friday, February 13, 2009

la vache sauvage

it's quite disconcerting to think that so much is extorted from this poor shy animal for another species' greedy consumption...
squeezed dry for its milk, cut up for its meat, skin stripped and tanned for leather goods... they were clever to pretend to be mad for a while [although that got some executed, too]!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

l'étoile mineure

the minor star formed simply by only a few perforated dots...pas pour MOI, mais peut-etre pour la boutique MODE quelque chose... now long closed for business?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

l'étoile majeure

what major creative force it must have taken to forge this portal gate into existence...multi-starbolts to speed Mercury on his way...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


such an odd retro reminder of a world of imagery that has now accelerated to beyond the wildest imagination...
if only the scope of my visual intake can keep up!
[note to self: limit viewing of interesting blogs!]

Monday, February 2, 2009


the "epitomb" of art deco elegance strains against the messiness of the living above and all around...
even high upon this little hill, Ruhlmann must rue the day they planted him here!
[I jest...this compact and half-hidden Cimetière de Passy is a repository of some haute privileged remains indeed]