Parisian chic, of a certain age . . .
I can’t imagine what nerve one has to muster to ask strangers if it’s okay to photograph them for one’s blog. I don’t think I could do it. Instead, I pretended I was immensely interested…
View PostI can’t imagine what nerve one has to muster to ask strangers if it’s okay to photograph them for one’s blog. I don’t think I could do it. Instead, I pretended I was immensely interested…
View PostYes, this is yet another post about opera (and you have one last chance to get to the VOA production of Lucia and hear Eglise Gutiérrez sing coloratura as it’s rarely sung) — but it’s…
View PostI know that when Roland Barthes wrote of the punctum, the tiny point or wound that punctures a photo’s studium or field, that draws and disturbs the eye, he had much weighter poignancies in mind…
View PostApropos of recent posts by two of my favourite bloggers, Miss Cavendish and Une Femme, I hereby offer you the latest addition to my wardrobe, photo taken from the Mackage. website. As a female academic…
View PostBefore I tell you about my most recent portrait, I realize I need to spend some time with this image of my 17-year old self. I have to say, first off, that I’m a bit…
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