The rotten greens and browns and the fetid flesh lighting at Mokkabon, Ghent have something of a Zola drowning about them. Tutors at the local bad drawing school are doubtless deluged with impressions of its decaying woodwork and mirrors. The coffee is good, and to the delight of exactly half the party the rather lovely waitress picked a blond hair of her own out of the waffles, strawberries and cream. There used to be more cafes in Barcelona like this.
- Perils untold
When I was small I used to hang around a container port, hoping to be picked up by a passing pirate
- Why Spain must win tonight
The geopolitical consequences of a German victory don’t bear thinking about.
It’s difficult to conceive of figures with blue eyes and blond hair populating Gustav de Smeet’s Amsterdam. I think this is
- “Sorceress” Raquel Meller, TIME Magazine cover
This delectable flor del mal from Barcelona’s Poble Sec district is a daisychain from A Nun’s link to a review of
- Introducing Hector Bizet, composer of Symphonie fantastique, Les Troyens, etc
Bizet (2006), by Jaume Plensa (Barcelona, 1955), which went for around €12K + 20% government commission at Brok the other day: Hypotheses: Mr