Monthly Archives: August 2011

go lightly

” Paul Varjak: You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say,

“Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.”

You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land.

It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

my snap of…

My Vows

Annette Messager

(French, born 1943)

1988-91. Photographs, colored graphite on paper, string, black tape, and pushpins over black paper or black synthetic polymer paint, Overall approximately 11′ 8 1/4″ x 6′ 6 3/4″ (356.2 x 200 cm).

MoMa Gallery


h e A R T b e a t g a l

keeping it together

hBg in Paree!

Twenty or so years ago Paris and I met. Despite best efforts, the meeting was awkward at best.

I will spare you the tragedy of my early nineties homestay (i.e. commute) to and from Livry-Gargan to Gambetta whilst navigating the fresh horror of the tragic separation of my then thirteen-year-old harp playing exchange partner Vincent’s insane parents… Ahem…

It never quite felt right.  How could a girlie like me, ME, have beef with Paris?

So I went back sola to settle the score. Mission accomplished. Here are my reflections …on, …of, …in Paris.

Merci Paris. À la prochaine…


[Class of ’95 French immersion program…this one’s for you!]

graffiti à Paris

the old. the new. the grey. the colour. many hate it. I love it. merci Paris. hBg

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