I’m seeing and liking quite a lot of artwork by Jean Dubuffet here in Paris. This kind of cave of his, called Le Jardin d’hiver, took my fancy, and I spent a while in it. It’s lumpy and bumpy and the lines don’t always go where you might expect them too. The little girl in the photo was really enjoying it.
This was the most intriguing sculpture I saw in the Centre Pompidou the other day, La mariee, by Niki de Saint Phalle.
Two very different rhinos! The shiny red one is by Xavier Veilhan, and is presently in the Centre Pompidou. The other is outside the Musee d’Orsay.
Interior and looking out from a cafe in Montparnasse.
Painters finishing off a new coat of paint on a shop facade near the Raspail metro station. The avenue of trees in the background lines the front of Cimetiere du Montparnasse.
Quite a lot of buildings have different stonework up the sides like this. We guess there is a difference in heat resistance because the dark bricks always lead to the chimneys, and often in interesting patterns. I love the seeing all the chimneys when you look up or out across the city skyline. Places listed on the local real estate shop, simetimes give the number of chimneys.
This is the local RER underpass in Bourg-la-Reine. It is getting very familiar, as we walk it numerous times a day! It interests me that the stones, while still irregular, can all be made to look five-sided.
A window of cheeses!
For your reading pleasure: David Barnett frothing over last night’s broadcast of ‘Keating the Musical’. My favourite bit:
Alexander Downer, dressed as FrankN’Furter from The Rocky Horror Show, is shown as effete. Downer, father of four children and with nothing in his private life to suggest he is anything other than as square as a butter-box…
I’d never heard that euphemism before!
…how ironic it is that the Liberals are in the process of organising an orderly transition of leadership from Brendan Nelson to Peter Costello, along the lines of the transition by agreement from Bill Hayden to Bob Hawke. Not one like the brutal coup arranged by the stabber, Paul Keating, to serve his own ambitions.
I wonder if this is an insider view, considering Barnett is Prue Goward’s partner?
Keating! the musical is no joke, and the question it invites must be taken seriously: where does all this hatred come from?
An absolute mystery, isn’t it? Continue reading
