Blue blue sky that seems too blue, white snow that feels too hollywoodish and a bright sun that’s looks as if it’s stuck in scenario. Meanwhile I admit that a part the icy areas on the ski slopes it’s quiet a panorama that is offered to us…Therefore I won’t moan (this time)
let them turn
let them spin
let them dance, feel the trance…and if I repeat, even if not all the same, the subject it is just to try to add on a “movement” – a spin!
let yourself feel the “Whirling dervishes” and get to know more about them (if you wish to whirl!)
Out into the tarmac, into the plane, taking-off and rising up while trying to reach the clouds. Once in them, feeling their fluffiness then reaching the layer above, the sky, the blue, the open…
1cloud noun, often attributive \ˈklau̇d\
Definition of CLOUD
or… the 4 seasons, in 4 days @ 1 place…that would have been the SMS version.
As the calm came, the brave braved the waves and the cold just out of passion, that is usually what adds a little bit of peps as you, the spectator, watch them. It is even more impressive once you stop looking through the eye of your camera as it’s only then that you are really facing the truth.
People may come from different countries but they always share quiet a lot in Biarritz!
Silent (and courageous) night…(for some!)
Silent (and courageous) night…(for some!)
No more comments added by me, it would disturb that soft-fluffy-cotton-like atmosphere youAREin
Eye glasses (for some) can be extremely photogenic, even sexy and I don’t say/write that just to justify the will I had to shoot them! Why do I have so many? First of all, it’s obvious, because I CANNOT SEE without at my age, secondly because I loose them too much…and dependence or addiction “oblige”…
Paper clips? not really a reason since I am so messy…I just like the looks! and the box?
I love that little box… simple no?
And last but not least, the necklace…it’s just part of me now!
One handbag or SOME handbags, depending on the mood, the day, what you want to fill it with…in my case it should be soft, usually big, but most important comfortable AND ORIGINAL!…Like this “Pochette” by Paris House at Mate Mon Sac (again!)
Fête de l’Escalade
A yearly celebration in Geneva in memory of the night attack by the Savoyards in 1602(Text borrowed from this official site…)
For over 400 years, the citizens of Geneva have been commemorating the defeat of the surprise attack by Duke Charles Emmanuel of Savoy’s troops with their annual Fête de l’Escalade, the Celebration of the Scaling.
During the night of the 11th to the 12th of December 1602, the longest night of the year according to the Julian calendar, the combined forces of the Duke of Savoy and his brother-in-law, Philip III of Spain, launched a night attack on the proud and independent city-state of Geneva. The vigilant citizens of Geneva managed to prevent the attackers from scaling the city wall (climb = escalade). The Duke’s some 2000 mercenaries were severely beaten – several hundred died – and he had to retreat.
For generations, the Dukes of Savoy had coveted the neighboring city-state of Geneva for its location and wealth. When Duke Charles Emmanuel mounted on the throne of the House of Savoy in 1580, he longed to make Geneva his capital north of the Alps and crush Protestantism in its stronghold. To achieve his objective, he alternated diplomatic and military offensives, intimidation, threats and promises of peace. In the end, all strategies failed. Worse, the day of the failed Escalade became the symbol of resistance and independence for the citizens of Geneva, who lost only 18 men in the battle. As a result, the Duke of Savoy was obliged to accept a lasting peace, sealed by the Treaty of St. Julien of July 12, 1603.
The night of the attack, the mercenaries silently marched along the River Arve and assembled at Plainpalais at two in the morning. A commando group, using bundles of brush and ladders, tried to climb the city wall. Once inside, their objective was to open the town gates to admit the assaulting army. However, a Genevan sentinel on the alert saw a shadow and just had to time to fire an alarm shot before he died. The citizens of Geneva rushed to successfully defend their independence.
Besides the authentic historic events, there are a lot of anecdotes surrounding the Escalade. The most famous one is about a certain Mother Royaume (Mère Royaume). When she realized the city was being attacked, the mother of fourteen children seized a large cauldron of soup she had on the fire and hurled it onto the head of a Savoyard mercenary.
In reference to Mother Royaume, an Escalade custom consists of selling a hot and tasty vegetable soup in the streets of Geneva during the celebration. Even more popular – also with the author of this article – are the famous chocolate “marmites”, a replica of her soup cauldron, filled with marzipan vegetables and decorated with the colors of Geneva. They are sold by confectioners and other shops and end up on dining room tables and office desks. The custom is to smash the chocolate pot, while shouting: “Thus perish the enemies of the Republic [of Geneva].”
Other customs include the offering of mulled wine and children in Halloween-like costumes singing Escalade songs in local bistros and in the streets, for as many much money as you care to give them.
Trying to do both while (whilst?) roaming around the streets through the old city of Geneva!
Very (very) gray day, gray sky, and of course, last but not least, very gray clouds. My imagination, my capacity of shooting/taking pictures has been having a rough time lately….just diminished if not vanished…Pouff, like by magic. Can it be the “course-taking”, the anti-scholar (rebellll!) in me that doesn’t want to follow the rules? My photos seem all boring if they are not out of focus or shaky !! Although I wore my “Just do it” swear-shirt (all lies!) it didn’t “do it”…they say it’s the result that counts, but which result?? Had & Having fun though!!!
PS: I don’t know how to use my camera on a gray day which is suppose to be one of THE lighting…is my camera too sophisticated or is it who is not enough? (just to be kind with myself!) I wonder…
and many more coming soon…
and stopped doodling for me I doodle on my own – if you can call them like that – far from having her talent and imagination I play with words, meanwhile…!
But I love that word,DOODLE, that verb – Doodling – so much that I had to name my “scrawls” the same way hoping they might be inspired just by being re baptized… euhh… the result is :
even had time for a Scrabble, for the rime!
AND FINALLY NEEDED TO USE THE WORD DOODLE!
I tried to play the visitor, I just couldn’t play the “shopper” – (too old, wouldn’t be credible !!) – so I walked around, by-passed the crowds, the girls in “follies” (I exaggerate of course!) and got to “THE” Lanvin stand, it was tiny (still is by the way) and with some left overs…not really impressed I left – BUT – just as I got to the door my eyes were caught by those amazing blue shoes (just imagining the person who would wear them scotched me there!).
smoking jackets, shirts & bows ties … most of them in beautiful packaging. And that LOGO, cracking with it’s blue heart … for men!
After a loooong stop at a coffee shop for a warm cappuccino…
I was walking through the streets like a zombie but AWAKE, looking for boots (the Fitflops!) when suddenly my eyes are attracted, rather caught, by =====> those shoes! Are “those shoes made for walking” like Nancy used to sing?
They are more an art-piece than an object created, as at it’s origin, as a useful (& comfortable) solution for walking while protecting your feet. I what I am writing here coherent enough to transmit what I want to say ? (you’ll tell me!).
She was walking alright…those WERE (her) shoes! But was she really walking or wobbling on those heels? Was she comfortable? I don’t believe so… and last but not least did they look good or add some +…that is another question I wouldn’t answer as it it too personal! I respect everyone’s taste, but what is more important ; fusion or fashion, comfort or effort…less?
I know, you’ll say it’s ALL too personal! Please do so…
If I (dare) talk/express myself after/about an exhibition I have just visited I might either :
a. destroy the hopes you had in understanding all the subtle meanings (QUIET A COLLECTION IN CONTEMPORARY ART!) hidden in some art works
b. I can end up talking too much without really saying anything constructive or coherent – and believe me it wouldn’t be to add abstraction to those art works – which would or could disgust you from the show…while it might also intrigue you, who knows…but let’s take the first.
So, I decided to edit my visit in pictures, even repeat myself in images instead of words, if you are bored zapping IS permitted AND free!
First there was the “Hotel Sarkis” :
and “Siah Armajani”
“You know what?” neither I’m happy nor I’m inspired…as you can obviously see! So that is why those empty pages do the “talking” for me. Instead of showing you my-Totally-uninteresting-insignificant (sh….) photos I decided to gratify you with my silence…not worth Ben Ali’s gold but still some Gold dust!
I am thinking of a retreat, somewhere inspiring where I can pray, eat and shoot! Any ideas?
I woke up (very) early to an amazing view, a “burning” sky…while the sun was rising behind the white mountains it was illuminating the cloudy trails left by multiple airplanes with its pink-orange lights!
The effect, the result was magnificent but I wasn’t really ready nor did I have my eyes wide awake…I even opened big the whole window under a freezing temp, realized how cold I was minutes later (but decided not to have a cold!!!).
Then I got hungry for a huge breakfast…
I cannot say that “I like” train station, nor waiting, they are usually cold, most of the time some disturbances, nuisances & works are unavoidable…you end up by bumping into them! I like them for being a link that takes me back and forth to my kids and I always end up being a spectator.
Trying to get a seat? in your dreams maybe…I don’t even try, I chose a suitcase that is comfortable and solid instead. So you better have a luggage that can be used as a seat, now you might even need them at some airports.
You cannot, at least I can’t help feeling that secure but strangely insecure feeling of security…I know my sentence is weird, that is kind of my way of describing that feeling! There are some dirty looks if you dare letting go your suitcase’s hand, I am sure that I’m doing the same.The army is present too, am I reassured? good question…I hope.
But what I do like is the people with a big, huge P. All those strangers, those anonymous actors who are part, whether they like it or not, of that huge theater.The traveling ones, the ones coming back, the busy bodies, the business men (or women), the hungry ones, the ones looking up continuously to the information board (like me!)…No time to get bored – watching them is making up your own scenario, your own film…enjoy.
I thank each and everyone of them!