like a sleek black panther crouching outside a disheveled garage, this shiny dew encrusted machine was primed to take flight...
a prairie barn in a field of wheat??...reflected back onto a Pariscape of monumental edifices...
roll with them here...tilt their world to catch the light...loosen the chains and let them free...float them up to the silver skies...let them fall as mercury bubbles...to burst upon the cold hallowed ground...
the transcendent soaring of a vertical garden sends the eye gazing heavenward... an uplifting meditation upon a living green wall to dispel thoughts of the rampant consumerism transpiring behind this "slice of nature" billboard...
five green letters methodically spray-painted on five closed shutters of an aristocratic abode on the Ile Saint-Louis...
on the window of a closed up grocery store, this artistically modified advertisement for the iconic french fizzy drink is worthy of the company's grateful endorsement...
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...
R is for...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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