notes from an urban hibernation

Paris : Simon Cutts & Erica Van Horn

The Two Stephens

Ian Finlay had his Roberts from the past, in his case Robert Colquhoun and Robert Macbryde, indefatigable Scottish painters he met in the London of the late nineteen forties. And … Continue reading

February 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

Carpaccio of Pineapple

Refreshment from the walk in a chic spot near Porte Maillot called Sebillon.Dessert of the Day was mandolin-thin slices of pineapple, which they called carpaccio on the chalk-board, with a … Continue reading

February 22, 2015 · Leave a comment

Vuittonesque

What a mistake to walk out to the Fondation Louis Vuitton, just over the fence in the Bois de Boulogne, Neuilly sur Seine, on a rainy day! The edifice rises … Continue reading

February 22, 2015 · 1 Comment

Fondation Louis Vuitton

21 February Saturday It was perhaps a mistake to detour to the newly opened Fondation Louis Vuitton when we had had a walk already planned. It was perhaps a mistake … Continue reading

February 22, 2015 · Leave a comment

Six Things from Yesterday’s Walk

20 February  Every week day I see small school children carrying backpacks which appear too large and too full for the size of their bodies. Every day I wonder what … Continue reading

February 20, 2015 · Leave a comment

Exhibition Preview

19 February 2015 We were scheduled to have an exhibition of Coracle books and cards at the tiny & exquisite STAR Gallery in Nagoya this month. Due to unforeseen circumstances, … Continue reading

February 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

A Balzac A Rodin

The undifferentiated mass of the sculpture at Carrefour Vavins, the cross-roads of Boulevard Montparnasse and Boulevard Raspail, in what must be a cloak of sorts on the man. Almost the … Continue reading

February 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

Two Goodbyes

18 February 2015 Friends were visiting for a few days. Yesterday we walked them to the stop for the Number 65 bus. They were on their way to the Gare … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Poem Itself

  I thought I’d like to have with me a copy of Stanley Burnshaw’s 1960 book The Poem Itself  but realised the battered paperback I had was left in some … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Disparition

  Visiting the display of Oulipo materials from the Bibliothéque Nationale at the Arsenal branch, almost on the last day,  amazed to see the cover of German translation of Le … Continue reading

February 18, 2015 · Leave a comment