Friday Morning in Paris
The cats and I are taking a self-styled Paris vacation this morning. We can’t actually go anywhere, and I have work to do but we’ll just pretend that we’re working from home in Paris. I will smoke my pipe and listen to Beethoven while pretending my Mac is an Underwood Standard Typewriter No. 5. The cats will remain perched in our parisian windowsill listening and watching the busy foot traffic on the city streets below. They will fall asleep there and dream of the rich milk and small slices of cheese that I will feed them for lunch. Later in the morning, when the sun pushes through the fog, I’ll go for a short walk to buy some spices and maybe some turnip greens. Do they eat turnip greens in Paris? Hmmm, well, since I’m making it up, and it is my vacation – they definitely have turnip greens! The best part of this vacation is all the beautifully imagined aesthetics without having to talk to any french people or be bothered by language barriers. Perfect.

Nice article in The New Yorker called Pepsi Degeneration. The article highlights camera obscura artist Vera Lutter and her pin-hole photos capturing eerily the dismantling of a Pepsi-Cola sign along the Queens river. More beautiful shots of hers can be seen at KultureFlash.