Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Sirens - almost forgotten
Style!
Style from bygone eras and personalities so strong they still resonate today with the ability to reach out, and pluck the strings of your emotions as if time had no meaning at all.
My illustration of Lulu.
I'm afraid I couldn't find the photographer's name to give credit.
Renée Perle
“Tall, slim, a long neck, a shining lock of hair caressing her mouth. I see the reflection of Renee’s beauty in women’s eyes and men’s glances… Beside her, other women look like farm girls.”
– Lartigue’s Diary: Paris, March 10, 1930
Renee Perle by Jacques-Henri Lartigue, c. 1930-1932
Style from bygone eras and personalities so strong they still resonate today with the ability to reach out, and pluck the strings of your emotions as if time had no meaning at all.
I'm afraid I couldn't find the photographer's name to give credit.
Renée Perle
– Lartigue’s Diary: Paris, March 10, 1930
Renee Perle by Jacques-Henri Lartigue, c. 1930-1932
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
4 years old
4 candles, 4 years old. We gave Bella a chef's outfit, now she can be just like her dad.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Welsh Rarebit
I made Welsh Rarebit last night. It was really cold outside, snowing a lot, very dark, and this bizarre craving for Welsh Rarebit came over me.
The last time I had Welsh Rarebit I was a little kid, my mom made it for me and my little sister. I loved it back then, it was really good and hot and cheesy and poured over crispy cubes of warm toast, yum.
I used Alton Brown's recipe which called for a half cup of Porter beer, and that really elevated the flavor. Mom never put beer in her Welsh Rarebit.
The Welsh Rarebit was delicious and really hit the spot, a stick-to-your-ribs, perfect winter's night meal. Damn it was good, and best of all was it was everything I remembered about it, except it wasn't mom who made it.
The last time I had Welsh Rarebit I was a little kid, my mom made it for me and my little sister. I loved it back then, it was really good and hot and cheesy and poured over crispy cubes of warm toast, yum.
I used Alton Brown's recipe which called for a half cup of Porter beer, and that really elevated the flavor. Mom never put beer in her Welsh Rarebit.
The Welsh Rarebit was delicious and really hit the spot, a stick-to-your-ribs, perfect winter's night meal. Damn it was good, and best of all was it was everything I remembered about it, except it wasn't mom who made it.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Intrigue
This is what I do when it's dark, cold and snowing outside.
I was having fun light-painting, long exposure times and "painting" parts of the image with a flashlight. Not bad for a first attempt. I managed to create a nice mysterious shadow without over-lighting the statue.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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