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.
I’m the type of person that enjoys developing familiarity more so than checking off the bucket list of one-time experience at every chance I get. My subconscious goal is to become a local of this given place.
When I arrived in Ghana, I was told about a good place to eat on campus between the fire station and the music department. There, you can find your favorite dishes for a cheap price and a calm, pleasant atmosphere.
As a European, I grew up with the understanding that the government guided my choices in subtle ways. This influence was always confined to the social sphere and the relations between human beings.
I knew Eddie from my years in Laguna Beach. At first, we’d see each other around town but never really connected. Later, we both sought an escape and the ocean provided just that.
My approach is that the responsibility of the Feminist is to maintain and advance the fight of those before us –to continue writing, marching, and arguing for the advancement of our movement.
Voilà — the musky, paint-drenched face to the magically colorful place. Rive droite in all its glory. (The photographed Belleville telling to accompany the written tale).
Encounter an array of assorted faces and images of Angelo seated at Caffé Strada, writing at a desk in the U.C. Berkeley library, ascending the stairs and walking around on the campus.
Angelo, with his Freudian jaw, pensive/ wisely aged eyes, vibrantly silver hair, could strike you as a Steve McCurry muse – if the famed photographer should ever have ventured to Berkeley.
