Sublet in Paris

Batwoman lives in my neighborhood

Berkeley, CA. United States of America

In response to the LBAM aerial spraying my mother-in-law says: "I plan to hold my breath every other 30 days for a month and wear protective clothing, like astronaut suits." I told her she'll blend in perfectly with such a suit in Berkeley.

L' Enfer de la Bibliothèque, Eros au secret—prolongations!

A few more days to go check out erotic drawings at the BnF. Lots of great illustrated small books, very entertaining illustrations (i.e: a man sharpening his penis on a grindstone, a bunch of nuns gathering around one who has a lobster hanging onto one of her coochie lips, a series of drawings where men are represented as dicks and women are doing all sorts of things to them...), a copy of Histoire de L'Oeil by Georges Bataille aka Lord Auch with illustrations by the awesome Hans Bellmer, and much more.

Here are a few quotes of lines seen along the exhibit:
-"Almanach des adresses des demoiselles de Paris, de tous genres et de toutes les classes ou Calendrier du plaisir."
-"Liste de tous les prêtres trouvés en flagrant délit chez les filles publiques de Paris, sous l'Ancien Régime avec le nom et la demeure des femmes chez lesquelles ils ont été trouvés et le détail des différents amusements qu'ils ont pris avec elles."
and in a more graphic style:
-"...et tu gobes le foutre quand tu suces une pine" excerpt from "Trois filles et leur mère" (1926) by Pierre Louÿs. A prostitute telling her daughter that she will swallow when giving head. Basically.

Narbonne-Madrid via Barcelona

A few hours to kill in Barcelona before going to Madrid. We jump on the subway and head to a bar to quench our thirst with cañas and fill up our bellies with basque tapas. Walking around our old neighborhood, el Born, passing by our favorite around-the-corner bars: Taller de Tapas for its sangria, la Taverna vasca Irati for its cidra and La Vinya del Senyor across Santa Maria del Mar church for its wines.
And then there was the mandatory stop by my favorite candy store: Papabubble where you can stand and watch confections being made for as long as you want.

It's good to see the older spanish ladies again, with their big shoulder pads and hairdos that seem to have gone through decades without any kind of alterations. Loving the typical blue or green eye shadow covering most of the eyelids, like a monochromatic rainbow across the face.

One of my favorite landscape stretches between Barcelona and Madrid: endless miles of a red and ochre rocky barren land, a dust bowl reminiscent of spaghetti westerns in the heart of Spain.

Retouching fashion photographs (part II)

Chromatic (part IV)