Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Xmas Funfair Bastille, 11eme
Came upon by accident.
Children cast adrift on a yellow sea while a monster ape, in his castle, laughs endlessly.
Ocean Pacific Restaurant , Bellevilles 19eme
Have just discovered that the version here of "bo bun" is actually better than my
previously thought location for best version. Have to recalibrate, forces me to question many other things.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Metro Bellvilles,11eme
The snow has melted, the arab street sellers have just left what they could not sell. Strange piles of rags cover the Bellvilles crossroads. There ordered arrangement is unsettlingly human.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Pharoe, Paris Photo, Metro Louvre, 1ere
Rushing to Paris Photo private view, got off at the wrong Louvre station again, This is the forgotten Louvre, decorated with magnificent copies from the Egyptian department, proper idolatry . I'm looking at a beautiful lion headed god with mane and breasts. They are so far far way from home.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Diner, west broadway, New York
People are friendly here; eat heavy comforting food, talk with my counter neighbour.
he tells me of his job delivering things and his coming to america from Africa.
This is not paris.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Coming into Land, New York City
The plane is full of wiry runners with manic eyes.
They cant sit still, theyre bouncing around excited.
Its cool.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The greatest Restaurant in the World, 3eme
Location classified.
This was Mitterands favourite restaurant.
Would like to grow old in this place.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
The idream app, Black Sea, North Atlantic
I dreamt that in California the Apple corporation had invented the idream "app" for their little telephone. If you put your iphone next to your bed it could capture a photograph of what you were dreaming of.
So i bought it, downloaded it, but it didnt work. Every morning when i eagerly checked the pictures all I ever got was the same image of a distant black sea. I was so angry, so i called Steve Jobs to tell him the app didn't work and i wanted my goddamn 75 cents back. When he picked up the telephone he was very quiet and sympathetic, like some kind of angel and he listened for a long time to what i had to say, and at the end of my complaint he told me he was so sorry but it wasn't his apple that was broken it was my dreams.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Fresh Hot Pies, Borough Market, under london bridge
The great red bus trundles, very slowly towards the river.,
Through another dull hangover buzz i watch from the upper deck.
I am not in my city i have no responsibilities here, this is almost leisure.
An endless grey city unfolds with such beauty in its fabric.
In the "The City" magnificent buildings, sit in their ridiculously cramped locations.
There the bank of England, (in a few hours from now, sitting for rich hours in the observation deck of the Tate modern, G will tell me something wondrous about its architect Sir John Soane and his tragic draughstman Gandy).
But now descend at London Bridge, and quickly deeper under the bridges into another world. The Borough Food Market, the smell rushes up, you are not prepared for its delicious power, all is weaved within it, rich Meats and cheeses, freshest of vegetables, vast skillets of exotic curries, Tarteflet, breads. homemade pate, golden pastries, food heaped upon food like barricades Your mouth has become very wet,
This autumn air is sharp cold and feel the cooking warm your skin as you pass as the odour seeps into your head as the crunchy colours spring upon your eyes.
Soho Square, London
Back in the smoke. Been a long time.
London, returning to my old home. All this was my home.
Moving through it, it is truly endless, magnificent.
A massive wonderous machine cranking beneath and around you.
Returning to my old home.
The day wears on I slowly realize I am not known here, I have been completely and utterly forgotten and i am frightened.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Vivienne Westwood Gold Label show, Paris
The Show is so late to start , the heavy hour passes the beautiful glittering crowd becomes very restless.
It is not her fault Lanvin is running late we are waiting for their audience to transfer.
The front row is indeed sparse and for a while now the most audacious (and beautiful) of fashion students keep trying to poach these prized locations. But they are sweet and naive, this will never happen and they are beaten back time after time.
We begin, it erupts, all is forgiven, The show is wonderful, the shapes perfect, it looks so easy, Fascinating make up and hair with mud/plaster half masks. ideas everywhere, and she herself looks so happy, yes that is it the show is happy, human and joyous.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Escaped Lambs, Graemsey Island
Every day we pass the escaped lambs.
They block the road, they leap the ditches.
And every time the children are utterly delighted to see such bad behaviour.
Monday, August 23, 2010
The Kirk, Remote Island Orkneys
The church is only a barn now but the tiny cemetery goes on, its close sea wall unusually low for this sheltering land, permits the view across the insane waters of Scapa Flow and beyond the Hoy Hills rising up.
My mother proudly shows me her grave that she has bought for Fifty pounds.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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