Carnet de voyage (quaderni di viaggio)
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FRENCH : A l' occasion de l'exposition de mes photos "Nights and Days in Paris" dans une galerie de Tokyo, voilà 6 jours et 7 nuits que je suis dans cette effervescente City. Ce sera ma dernière journée sur Tokyo. Ce 6ème livret sur cette ville est donc consacré à ce dernier "INCERTAIN JOUR", à cette ville étonnante aux yeux de lumières. Après un ultime pèlerinage matinal en mes lieux favoris de Ginza, où se trouve ma galerie, je décide de prendre un train de banlieue et d'aller voir un nouveau cimetière du grand Tokyo, celui de Yanaka, perché sur des hauteurs et non loin de quartiers populaires. Là où l'on trouve les si nombreux "artisans ancestraux du funéraire" par exemple. Puis revenant à pied sur Ginza, je me perds un peu partout avec délice jusqu'au crazy quartier d'Akihabara, lieu des jeux et débauches virtuelles. Un dernier souper tokyoïte, puis dernières lueurs sur la City. On ferme ses yeux et l'on pense à l'hypothétique lendemain. En effet, demain j'embarque pour Séoul pour y exposer à nouveau mes photos initialement présentées à Tokyo. A suivre.
ENGLISH : On the occasion of the exhibition of my photos "Nights and Days in Paris" in a gallery of Tokyo, here are 6 days and 7 nights that I am in this effervescente City. My last day. This 6th booklet on this city is dedicated to this last "UNCERTAIN DAY",to this amazing city with light eyes. After a final morning pilgrimage to my favorite places in Ginza, where my hotel is, I decided to take a suburban train and visit a new cemetery in Greater Tokyo, that of Yanaka, perched on heights and not far from neighborhoods so typical and so alive. Where we find so many "ancestral craftsmen of the funeral". Then walking back on Ginza, I get lost everywhere with delight to the crazy neighborhood of Akihabara, place of games and virtual debauchery.Then last supper, last glow on Tokyo. We close our eyes and we think of the hypothetical tomorrow Indeed, tomorrow I embark for Seoul to expose, again, my photos initially presented in Tokyo. To be continued.
Excerpt from the booklet Fun-Filled Sha Tau Kok:
Murals featuring the heritage of Sha Tau Kok:
To experience a stroll by the sea, there is no better place than the long catwalk of the pier which extends far into the middle of the sea. The walls along the catwalk are decorated with murals depicting the people, places and stories in Sha Tau Kok painted by local primary school students.
Recycled some of my discarded prints to make some tiny booklets to go with the tiny books.
I realized how much I like making tiny things :)
And speaking of enjoying...my friend Yvonne Eijkenduijn over at The Yvestown Blog made a beautiful blog book that you can preview here.
A little booklet I made as a gift - the pattern on the front is a twiddled about image of one of my photos - stored on my pc under "patterns". The words seemed to convey my feelings of our wonderous captures of life.
~ all my own work ~
OK:) I've got an account at PayPal!
So, I can send you a copy or the set of a copy and 3 photocards you like.
If you're interested in getting one, please contact me via flickr email:))
＞＞ for detail. Ohhh, sorry, I made that page in Japanese alone:(, but I hope it'll help you to choose photocards. If you want to see the photocards in larger size, let me know by email.
Each one out of 12 song on Navigators' newest album My Place got its own illustration in the booklet.
These poor dried daffs must have a lot to say. I've had this little booklet for a very long time, this is its first chance to shine.
Printed December 1958. This copy was distributed by the AAA World-Wide Travel Department, located at LaSalle at 13th Street, Minneapolis, Minnesota.
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
Everything on this page is so cute!
with one palette
I'm into sewing these little odd shaped booklets
it's only about 3 or 4 inches square
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
I want all of these, especially Izumi's blue dress at the top.
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
I love the green and orange outfit. It's so retro it makes me drool.
au lieu de meditation - fall in sleep,
reality, event of daily fret exhausting
mind, despite refreshing Time of all
illusions as former subject shifted into
darkness & in Mind embracing
weight of gravity invoked by singing Bird
in distant Forest, surviving snow & fallen
frost instead refreshing warmth & light,
from printed travel catalog & charm
as bliss of ticket visit paradise, et-cetera,
defined by syntax of hyperbola,
alliterations, linguistic luster to induce
means-sounds, deepest feel of heat from
intermezzo, as blanket covering orchestral
drums of strings trough pause & brightness
of racing fugues construing dreams, & fully
reconstructing mean-content of every single
frame, & images by notes presumed as Opera,
but in reality - composing mythological
cascade exciting deeply seated vibes
& visions reverberated in vertebrae,
& tearing over-working eyes, & skin as
memory of frosted bites of Winds beneath
tactile receptors, around frontal lobes
squished in manner a-la beret, exactly tight
denoting Galea aponeurotica domain,
ascending & cascading by whispered
overtures, librettos signed by Donizetti's
hand & slide of curtain, & stream of
thunder bolts ignited by First Concerto ,
among temptation to join illusions of
of Eighteenth Century, or Summer
Garden before sunset. Alas.
The physics of theatrical affection mixed
with nonsense-dream - traditional conflict
& never be resolved by any of nocturne
phantoms of morphing sound & humongous
depth of Grande royale, with influx
by emotional express along duality off
Time-&-Space transcended journey...
Consider sum mistaken artifacts as
painting by invisible pigment on cortical
activity - habitual effect production
during rest, been equal to apical aspect
delineating conscious existence of
deepest structures of the brain,
by echoing accords from long existed
Opera to your perception, et-cetera,
from sensual conflict between
space-boundary of scripted partytura,
its rhythms, symbols, pitches - sketch to
replicate entire Universe from bare print,
or simply mediate desired instrument's
claviature (by fingers!) revives graphism
of every Key to utterly convey Ideals,
or - singularity linguistic means through
Alter ego, while Human's brain
securing past & its mnemonic chain
revitalizing sense & shaping source
of own will, intrinsically will powered
to revive reflections scattered by
memento, crux of incidents, & words,
& scenes, & shadows dispersing
uniformly as Time dissolved in past,
but causing active and plasticity relay
distinctive marks stored by neuron(s),
as posted date from old postcard -
Almighty dedicated gift to us, enjoy,
as scientific matrix for Homo
Sapience, Almighty's grant,
enjoy this matrix upon blizzard, &
snow, Almighty's gift & sense of
fact manipulating sum of sensory
aspects from April, August's turning
ticking clocks as fragmentation and
essence of floral pollen, dust, feathers
and flock of memories of folios in
tangible grotesque ignoring frame
of references paralleled with pain &
pirouettes of Light projected & sharp
defining fractured dreams, attempts
sustaining entropy & Times re-counting
forgotten letters without stamps
to sent to nest of birds from every
Sunrise in trenches shelled by
clouds of shrapneling blasts, within
brutality attacks at battle-field
of dawn, as charts from Books, or
picturesque booklet in sharp touché
far from above its foggy distance
leveled by lumen-less horizon -
chaotic line adjoined by fallen bodies
of dying soldiers, & ricocheting sound
to capital from shady bridges walking
steps to Opera, & Odeon, & cozy
Comédie-Française defined by prose
unfinished by certain writer, French
by name, by utter chronicle recording
dim & faint collapsing fragrances
as spectral paint depicted
sounds, bells, & fly of pigeons at
Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés,
sum fading colors, days & nights
suspended in refuge of frost &
blaze of sealed & tightened space,
in his Paris, its suffering refuge
& naked reality before his eyes,
all veiled by allergy's of iron clad
from every paroxysmal breath
in siege of windows clogged & doors
against attack by pollen: as if acacia,
jasmine, lilacs erupted not a bliss &
calm, but waves of burning harm
to suffocate & causing tremor,
& flickering accords by vocal cords
projecting images of mind to
palpitation of inquest in pages
analyzing love by convoluted
manuscripts, as if vocabulary
permeated floral warmth,
or substance of perfumes,
or causes, reflecting essence of
streaming Life, by scripting
memories, artistic search
elaborating prose by prosody
of fluid Time...
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
I figured someone might find it useful for reference, or maybe just enjoy looking at it. So I scanned it in.
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
I am in love with the little blue number Licca is wearing in this
This booklet came in my Wataru's box with him. It's got lots and lots of Licca fashions shown in it, I can't get over just how many amazing clothes there are!
Wataru has the best poses haha
Some new dolls and fashions on my ‘Superstar’ era shelf: - Along with Fashion Photo Barbie and 'Elaine', Superstar Christie in her ‘Best Buy’ fashion from 1978, Disco Juanita and Beauty Secrets Barbie, my newly arrived European version of Western Barbie is wearing ‘Dramatic Blue & Silver Aglitter!’ #2481 from 1978. She is very different from the American version in that she has the regular non-winking ‘Superstar’ face, but on a ‘Living’ body (with flat feet!!!) and the old ‘Busy’ hands that grasp things, hence she is holding her silver disco bags from the 1978 ‘Fashion Add-ons’ set. Next to her, my Barbie BFF Dean's gifted Roller-Skating Barbie is in the repro Superstar fashion ‘Dramatic Black & Silver Shimmer!’ #9837 from 1976/77, though this one has the addition of a black sequinned cap (similar to the promotional issue Superstar Barbie’s cap,) and a marabou feather boa instead of the usual ruffled nylon one… Beauty Secrets Barbie is also wearing a new outfit from the 1980 ‘Fashion Favourites’ line- ‘Casual Chic’ (#1940) which also comes with a straight pull-on skirt. I love how I can pose her just like the illustration in the booklet and on the package, to make the most of those very 80’s batwing sleeves!
A few nice pics of an ideas booklet designed for high-end interiors showroom Area. The booklet is titled 'A little inspiration and took on a fairytale woodland theme.
A sample photo to do a booklet in a "portfolio style" about the 350z..
I have to take more photos, some details are not as well as I want....
now, i can say "try to photograph a vehicle, and you'll learn the light reflection ;)"
made at the workshop "Storybooks & Stilettos - Papercraft" at the V&A, London. Illustration from old childrens book, pattern paper, wax, thread.
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There is a bit of a tangle in your life, where perhaps love affection and duties are in a knot in a myriad of ways. It may feel at times impossible to get out of, caught in a tight squeeze, without one effecting the other. This may be true more for writers and poets and those in the arts who go deeper into the creative threads of life, or for the thinkers who delve deep in thought. Perhaps the trick is to stay above it all, sometimes be free to surpass and let go of the wondering, to look around the room and focus on only what is in it, as an object, a color, a texture, and to remember you are alive in your body too. To feel your feet planted on the ground. To let go of hidden messages of things as so children do. To know they are loved and special. And to trust that you are. That your life matters, and makes a difference to this world. That you are unique and will not be overlooked.
You see yourself in everything else as a reflection but maybe you are just you too. Start seeing you. Stop focusing on events around you. Just let yourself be.
Sorry, my fingers just went at this. This is my message to myself through your hand. Thank you for allowing me to get to it.
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Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.
When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
(Antoine de Saint Exupéry)
Not much to add to this, except maybe, why Saint Exupéry TODAY (tonight) and here!?!
EVERYBODY must know the book LE PETIT PRINCE... if you don't; let me know and I'll organise the library bus to bring you a copy!!!
I have read and re-read this little booklet in German, French, English and most likely even in Italian - it's easy to understand and it contains 'stuff' to re-think for ages.... it's subtly bringing facts of life to the point and it is so lovingly written that you can't hold anything against the writer - even if you sometimes might want to! It is - in short - probably the most lovable book anybody can find.
After having bought copies of a very beautiful CD, read by Will Quadflieg (in German) for my nearly blind mother, my little sister and the children of my bros-in-law, I got a copy of my gift sent back to me by little sis..... and after a very long time I have inserted it in the car CD player, where I listen to it on my way to .... somewhere! It made me aware once again how absolutely wonderful this aviator and writer is expressing himself in his work.
These four-leaf-clovers are my latest pride and joy. The make lovely red flowers and if you care to stroll down in the comments, you'll find more close-up shots of those little darlings. I wish all of you who still live through Thursday, A HAPPY GORGEOUS GREEN THURSDAY and to the rest of us a BEAUTIFUL GREEN FRIDAY!
For the shutter sisters: Hello..... (sunshine, morning, night, happiness, smiles!)
Good night, little princesses, little princes - sleep tight!
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