See Track A, Part 1 here: Track A (History of Street Photography) Part 2 Links I wish I could give you the name of a book that laid out all of these photographers in order, but I can’t. The first link may be such a source, but honestly, I haven’t read it. However, here are…
I wasn’t going to post this, but Maria has insisted that I do. I must apologize for the bad accent, but love kinda lingers and you do what you must. So, mon Juliette, this one is for you.
Were I still doing my 100 Days of Art Series (and I am, only I’m not posting anything) this would be Day 45. I started thinking, looking at a blogger’s post on Hendrix, that some just don’t play right. You know the type, when you and your mates are playing a friendly game of football,…
The Maltese Falcon (1941) 100 min – Drama | Film-Noir | Mystery – 18 October 1941 (USA) IMDb Rating: 8.2/10 from 91,265 users Reviews: 304 user | 145 critic Director: John Huston Writers: John Huston (screenplay), Dashiell Hammett (based upon the novel by) Stars: Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor, Gladys George A private detective (Humphrey Bogart)…
Many of you have probably heard of Bobby McFerrin, below, noted singer, musician, and one-man voicechestra/multi-octave singer, beat-boxer, and, conductor. However, did you know that he’s actually Robert McFerrin, Jr. and his father was noted baritone Robert McFerrin (1921-2006)? No, well sit back and take a listen to both men’s work. Robert McFerrin was a…
Roses are red and violets are blue. die, bitch. “To the Girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road; I swear to God, I’m not a stalker.” It’s not that I don’t love you more that I can’t remember where I end and you begin. I love…
click “play” then read. (For Mariamor) if i’d listened to my heart … in the days when artistry crept, a humid dawn over my wooded life that startled me awake and i remember it was like falling from a dream after a mosquito-infested night. i rose, heard the bass in my head, and it sang,…
“A Sorta Fairytale,” words and music by Tori Amos On my way up north Up on the Ventura I pulled back the hood And I was talking to you And I knew then it would be A life long thing But I didn’t know that we We could break a silver lining And I’m so…
… but I love to watch you leave. These were shot in Granada, Spain. The first is the approach to La Alhambra. Come back, Maria, come back. Ah. That was worth the wait, wasn’t it? Thank you, baby.
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