Tag Archives: Paris

Do you like Caillebotte?

I was asked this in an email today. It’s a brilliant question isn’t it, I really wish I’d known it when I was a young man; could it ever fail as an opening gambit? I had completely forgotten who Caillebotte … Continue reading

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Given up on the blog?

One day off and this is the sort of comment I get as pass T in the east wing. I think this forum might be the only way she finds out about me, now. Anyway, T, so I’m trying to … Continue reading

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Farewell deranged genius

Death provokes odd, random memories. We used to listen to this album Paris a lot when I was heavily into MDF and paint effects and was working alongside a gang of middle-class dropout shopfitters. We were doing up a clothes … Continue reading

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