I like the way this bench has sunk in the pavement. Saint Jacques, Paris. March 2014.
At last I can walk about town and I can take pictures too. Yet, on that beautiful Spring day (temperatures around 25 celcius in Paris today), my crutch was never very far away from me. March 9, 2014.
I know I've done it already but there is no harm in sending you once more all my best wishes for the year to come with this night shot taken from the Cité Universitaire, a beautiful 1921-1935 Students' housing programme designed by the French government with the help from benefactors from the States (Rockefeller) and... Continue Reading →
A very elegant yet improbable position. Try mimicking that! Even with yoga training... Close up view. The bronze is beautifully crafted Seen from above, the lady and the mirror... Hurray! My old new D600 has just arrived in order to replace my stolen camera. While loads of funny comments about oil and dust spot issues... Continue Reading →
Reminiscent of Neil Young's harvest and its amazing cover pic, a staple of all record collections owned by people from my generation, my reflection in a vintage doorknob near Denfert Rochereau. Shot with my ancient manual Nikkor O 35mm f:2 lens.
Ricardo Boffil is from Barcelona and his 1985 baroque architecture development strangely named les échelles du baroque is one of his best known achievements. I took a series of pictures on location last Sunday on a grey and rainy day. Full details page.
Here is a topic which is very much my leitmotiv these days, both in my paintings and photography (below) This reminds me of Jacques Tati’s “Mon Oncle”, a 1960’s film in which the film maker was opposing, with much exaggeration, the de-humanized modern day Paris, squeaky clean and globalized, with the old fashioned City, dirty... Continue Reading →