Just landed in LA, and this seemed appropriate...

Steph looks out the window behind a curtain.

Memory's milky eye struggles against time.

Towards Montparnasse at night from our friends' apartment.

Angels vs. Aliens

Jesus Rides a Skateboard

Charles Theodore at the Franc Pinot.

Strider

Blinky had the plan, Funder had the brawn, Handrel had contacts on the outside, and Zipelnick had the flute. Further proof, as if it were needed, that you can't keep a good gnome locked up.

Mr. Delacourt knew he must free his head from the artist's devious second skull. But how?

A parka is perfect for sky-gazing from damp grass.

Peeking through the police barricade around the Place de la Sorbonne. Anti-CPE demonstrations continue.

Life and Art

laughing into the maw of the machine

There's some very controversial legislation coming down from the prime minister these days, and the students of France have been fighting it, in many cases closing down their universities in protest. Yesterday there was a rather violent clash between students and riot police at the Sorbonne, so today I went there to see what the scene was.

A guy reading a manifesto stuck to the side of a GAP.

Even the CRS needs a coffee break.

There were dozens of police buses and trucks parked on the streets around the university, with groups of CRS (riot police) standing around in armor. Many more lurked on the buses.

vases and faces

Love. Like a river. As deep, as swift, as dangerous.

Absence-defined presence, a shadow stairway crossing the water.

Uzbek folk musicians share a moment.

Still Life: Police Detain Youths with Broken Bottles

I can't think of anything to say about this that wouldn't be horribly obvious. Life can be ridiculous -- let's leave it at that.

everyday miracles we take for granted.

Eiffel Lips

She wandered for years in that place where doorway led to doorway, with nothing between but stone and cold space.

Miles surveyed the wreckage of his childhood dreams. Their loss, in the end, was a blessing -- a cartoon sun no longer blinded him to the beauty of everyday things.

Tea casts a shadow made of light.

'M' is for mammoth. I might have taken this picture before and posted it, but maybe not. I couldn't risk not sharing it.

OK, enough of Barcelona for now. Here we are back in Paris, with a headless female liquid Terminator and other assorted fake femmes in the buff.

Shared moment at a confluence of angles and spaces.