i wish i could have taken photos of every single rad and interesting person i saw in paris, but i didn’t want to be that creepy girl that took photos of strangers all day long. my paris memories are already starting to fade, this saddens me.
the best place to have a picnic, doze off in a garden chair, people watch, go for a stroll, take your dog for le poop (pick it up please), read a book, spend your lunch break etc etc ETCETERA! a garden in paris is everyone’s best friend.
thomas van der zaag takes nice pictures
i found these old pics of poet rod mckuen over at life magazine. somehow, this is how i imagine poets to spend their days. you know – maxing out with the cat, chillin’ in the tub, reading some fan mail… life.
My work mines the debris of memory through the creation of intricate worlds sculpted in 1:43 scale and smaller. Often sealed under glass, the works depict the remnants of things past—whether major, transformational experiences, or the quieter moments that resonate loudly throughout a life. In much the way the mind recalls events through the fog of time, the works distort reality through a warped and dreamlike lens.
a portrait of Italy as seen through the lens of working activity – more at giancarlo rado’s flickr.
she’s one of those swinging sixties, between london & paris, don’t really know what she did / does (acting? singing? modelling?), gets naked a lot (but in that sixties way) vintage babes – with a handbag named after her. herewith follows some photos, just because she’s cool. some are slightly nsfw (as she enjoys the nude, respect).
i would buy every single portrait. if i had money. kris lewis art