Maybe it is my pre-carnival mood. The diamond grid. It reminds me of Italian commedia dell’arte. Carnival Venice style. Puppets, masks, the mysterious eyes behind.…
In the early days of January, I had a little French adventure in Amsterdam. I am not French, but I do feel related to them,…
Recently, my wonderful Brazilian friend gave me Monsieur Big mascara for my birthday. It came in a black and stiletto pink carton box, Sex and…
I had forgotten about oats. That is, not really forgotten. I had just not thought about them for some time now. Summer had arrived–oats can…
I find city life so beautiful. There is such style to it, such vibrancy. The buzz of a metropolis. Never mind the dirt, the pollution,…
Rekindling an appetite for life My body started to feel thin, worn out. In a wish to learn something new, I had gone through all…
The first time I met Paul was in London. I’m not sure, whether it was right after I arrived at King’s Cross that we ran…