Category Archives: Age of Reconfiguration
Dorothy B. Hughes’ Noir
From my bedroom window I could see her standing in the moonlight. Alone, once again. It had become somewhat of a ritual and I wondered why. Dorothy B. Hughes and I were friends since our days at the University of … Continue reading
Lessons Learned
One month after Marie Antoinette’s head was chopped off, the Louvre Royal Palace became a museum. Artists then started going there not only to see works by the Old Masters but to copy them as well. Because imitation is a … Continue reading
In Praise of Hands
Luckily the tea was strong and helped keep me focused. I was at the table picking the raisins out from my scone not because I didn’t like raisins but simply to have an excuse to keep my head down so … Continue reading
Giacometti’s Pietà
After following the Seine all day long, we were tired and had to tug ourselves up and away from the quais. At the first little bistrot we past, Chloe suggested omelets and wine. A young woman drinking pastis sat next … Continue reading



