The city is in incessant movement. Literally: the vehicles do not stop. They slow, they honk, they swerve. They keep moving forward regardless of the obstacle. I was instantly drawn to the movement.
Prior to my freshman year at college, like everyone else, I had to select a major. Today, my daughter’s generation, the Gen Zers, go even further. They aggressively promote the virtues of their own point of view.
Time never rests. We sleep, it doesn't. Its readout varies. With where we are. The images we see one moment are totally dependent on our state of mind. On what we're thinking. Mustn't ever be taken for granted.
Los Angeles is beautiful to those who have the patience to see it as such... You will find that the urban suburb is checkered with pockets of utmost color, care and soul – a riddle through and through.
Identity in Quebec remains a very touchy subject and much of it has to do with fitting in with language. I fit right in. Forty-eight are spoken in the small area that I currently call Home.
My first memory of my being interested in photography dates back to years ago. I think I was 6 or 7 using a Hello Kitty film camera taking photos of friends, family, and scenery throughout Dakar.
Having lived in big cities my whole life, the transition was conceptually difficult. With a population of just under 185,000, about a tenth of that of Montreal, Reims felt tiny. I don’t think I ever adjusted to its size.
Attributed to Francisco Goya's late black period, 'Pinturas Negras' fourteen (or fifteen?) works in oil are some of the most powerful ever. Bleak, brilliant and intense, they hang in the Prado Museum in Madrid.
Today, Portugal has become an extremely popular destination for American expats. The mild weather, low crime rate, cost of living reasonable, real estate prices more attractive than in the States.
Already captivated by the warmth that shined through her smile, I raised my glass to catch her attention. When she tilted her head ever so slightly, I subtly nodded back and decided to wander over.
Well, Super Sexe burned down and the tattoo parlour on Ontario Street, where I got my ears pierced, is gone. They refurbished the charm out of the Snowdon Theatre and made it into condos.