Cannes Next door to Puyricard, purveyors of Provençal chocolate on Rue Belges, in between the Croisette and Rue d’Antibes, is Maison Franco, a well-stocked art supplies shop. Of interest to aspiring calligraphers would be an assortment of nibs, nib holders, notebooks with fine-grade paper (such as the Essential Notebook by L’Atelier du Papier), and Talens’ …
Month: June 2008
They didn’t book me straight through to Manila at CDG. I should have panicked right then and there. I figured it was just because I’d checked in early. At the transfer counter in Schiphol, a helpful lady with teal eyeliner informed me there were no more seats left on the Amsterdam-Manila flight. Blink. Blink. What? …
Farewell, land of wheat products and cold food. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed food, my food, not these yes-beautiful-but-hollow sandwiches and salads and strips of pancetta on pasta. I want spicy peanuts, adobo and the rogan josh across the street from the office. I want sinigang and green papaya salad and the buta …
I am always overwhelmed at the Louvre. I can’t do what the other tourists do, take in everything in one day and have a sandwich in between halls. For me, the Louvre is best in bite-sized pieces. So yesterday, I went straight to the Egyptian Antiquities section in Sully. Who knew hieroglyphics came in cursive? …
I wrote this poem in 1996, put it up on my old blog, and rereading it now, eyelids heavy with a week’s worth of sleep, I realized it had no title. Who abandons these cars and allows them to live anew: cat motels, dust magnets, flutes when the city’s hot winds go through one cracked …
you’re sideswiped by possibility?
Joni, Jody and I took a cardiovascularly challenging stroll to Musée de la Castre yesterday afternoon, before the Film, Titanium and Integrated Awards night. Nano insisted on the more typical tourist shots, and I obliged. The bar is so high my neck hurts peering up at it. But if there’s one thing Cannes teaches you, …
After overdosing on fresh seafood (escargots rock) at Brun, thanks to Pepito, several of us landed in Le Pink, a couple of doors down. Le Pink is a little bar packed with personality, a lot of it gay. We had rosé and laughter and Herbert’s scarf. Peter and Merlee: Les Young Lions: Noel and Nandy: …
Y&R has a new logo? Where was the memo? Walking to the Y&R party on the Carlton beachfront, I realized the logo on the backdrop of the Y&R-sponsored Rupert Murdoch talk was not a glitch in the matrix. From 100% cyan, it is now white with a thick dark blue outline. It looks like a …
The queue stretched up three stories. No one complained about missing lunch. The show opened with Bob Isherwood apologizing for the delay, but I would have waited for as long as it took. Even the theatrical introduction to the directors’ reel was a grand display of stage technique and how a live performance and video …