The Labyrinthine

December 30, 2010

Paris vs New York

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A visual but friendly match between those two cities seen by a lover of Paris wandering through New York’s infinite details, clichés and contradictions : this way, please.

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December 29, 2010

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1 train, 2010 nyc

When I saw the couple, I was reminded of some images I had seen in Bruce Davidson’s nostalgic subway series.

Bruce Davidson, 1980 – New York City

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sound-sex sounds about right :]

December 26, 2010

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December 23, 2010

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Nemo & Niece / Ambreen & Niece

And would you believe, we took these pictures with our nieces at very different times completely unaware of the others’ (picture’s) existence.  He sent it to me the other day and I’ve been meaning to put it up because I love seeing them side by side, it makes me smile big =D

a different map

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The creases appeared out of nowhere.   The routes are no longer familiar.  But one has to marvel at the transformation that seemed to emerge without a touch of inspection.

I had to sit a spell to wonder about mine.  Did I attain their construction with delight or disdain?   Are these paths more true? The questions never prove relevant or worthy of the contemplation.  Only a fact remains.  A different map is needed to decipher the labyrinth of my hands.

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Paradise, 2008
15.5 x 11.5 inches
Acrylic gouache


HIKARI SHIMODA

December 22, 2010

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that explains that

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“Dorian Gray? Is that his name?” asked Lord Henry, walking across the studio towards Basil Hallward.

“Yes, that is his name. I didn’t intend to tell it to you.”

“But why not?”

“Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?”

“Not at all,” answered Lord Henry, “not at all, my dear Basil.”

Wilde explained everything, didn’t he?

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