notes from an urban hibernation

Paris : Simon Cutts & Erica Van Horn

We Cannot Leave

  Our building is in chaos.  There are new electrical meters being installed.  The hallways are full of dust and men and the sound of drills and shouting. Walls have … Continue reading

February 21, 2018 · Leave a comment

With Cotton-Wool in the Ears

February 20, 2018 · Leave a comment

Architecture without Architects

Passing through a Raoul Hausmann exhibition of photographs, it was pleasing to see the period of his life when he escaped Berlin in 1933 and went to Ibiza. Here the … Continue reading

February 19, 2018 · 1 Comment

A Trio of Portes

We made the long walk in from the southern péripherique yesterday, linking three portes we had not done, numbers 31, 32 and 33 on our list of 39. I suppose … Continue reading

February 19, 2018 · Leave a comment

J’ai perdu mon chapeau

I lost my hat. I lost my hat within a few blocks.  First I stopped at Susan the seamstress and then I went into the post office and then into … Continue reading

February 16, 2018 · Leave a comment


Yoko Teauchi arrived from Japan the other day, and in her luggage was the sculpture she made last year called Pangaea. It is made of two sheets of paper 24cms … Continue reading

February 16, 2018 · Leave a comment

Waiting for fruit to rot

Everything is a vocabulary lesson. KAKI is the word for Persimmon. I do not know much about persimmons. We bought two and ate them mashed up in a bowl with … Continue reading

February 14, 2018 · Leave a comment