Smile!

It's never really night in the subway. It's not day either. There is time, but you don't get days. There are hours of waiting, but no morning or afternoons. I think of this because you can't tell what time of day this is - can you? Do you think it's a weekday or a weekend?

Although it is hard to discern the time - you can deduce the time, even in this picture.

Catching Bus, Fifth Avenue

Dedicated to M. Weber and his undying devotion to the blurry image.
[ whole lot of shakin' goin on in this shot; Leica M6 ]

BENCHES ON EBAY

It doesn't look like much of anything is happening on eBay with Boy On Bench (I think it is one of my best shots, and a #1 at that - but I also don't see it as sellable according to Dave's Rules of what sells - which I'll have to enumerate at some point) so I am adding Benches, which - according to my rules should sell. Well, I'd buy it.



ON EBAY: BENCHES, ATLANTIC CITY 6/100

Ooh, la la - casseurs

"In France, we always imagine violence to be political because of our revolutions, but this isn't the case," said Sebastian Roche, a political scientist who specializes in delinquency in the suburbs. "The casseurs are people who are apart from the political protests. Their movement is apolitical. It is about banal violence, — thefts, muggings, aggression." - New York Times

Ah - le casseurs! (The smashers!) Speaking of imagination - le cassuers has a romantic je ne sais quoi.

Visit Paree and see le cassuers at work. Ooh, la la.

Oh, I guess it's really serious. But what is this big strike about? You should not be able to get fired if you are young? I must be missing something. In my country you can get fired exactly because you are the low man on zee totem pole - so to speak. We have a little thing we like to call it: seniority.

As I walked along the busy Parisian streets and saw the amount of fresh buttered croissants and freshly made coffee being consumed around 10 a.m. - I always had the guilty thought - ah - these people know how to live! And then the nice long lunch break where you go back and read some Sartre and make love to your mistress or is it make love to Sartre and read to your mistress - ah - this was the life. But now the pressures moderne - they are galloping forward - is zat how you zay it? My English is not so good. Galloping?

Ah well. We will give them another century to catch up and learn how to speed through our fast food cafe express. Oh - I know there are McDonalds here and there - with le grande mac. But these are mostly for the tourist dogs. N'est pas?