The faces of Prospect Park //

Prospect Park I , August 2010

Prospect Park II , June 2012

Florence // Fotos by January 2012 trip //

New Orleans , 2010

Oh Annie -
I am writing in the dark now. All lights off.

The Music is On.

From the window I can see the busy lights. The street is full of people passing by. I am a stranger to them but to me they are all so familiar. I see them and I can smell of their past and their future. 

As of their present, it is uncovered in front of me. I live it more than they do just by paying attention to it from the window.

Finally the shouts and the murmurs from Europe are over and the lady in her pride is quite now. But there is so much sound around. So much of the good sound and shout. It is the type of sound we like the most; the Blues with a rock twist.

I read a story at the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin and it goes like this: “I am not in love with any woman. I never have been. I am in love with my work. With you I was in great danger. Because we could talk together, because we were so near each other in so many ways, I stayed with you too long. I forgot my work”

Come back home “Amphetamine Annie” so we get a drink together by the window.
We can even dance this time. 

It is alive. It is all still alive inside me my dear.

{I miss} your talks & sounds,

Garia

Albert Camus (1913-1960)

" I belong to an admirable and persevering nation which, admitting her errors and weaknesses, has not lost the idea that constitutes her whole greatness."

from LETTERS TO A GERMAN FRIEND, July 1943 //

book: Resistance, Rebellion, and Death //

I feel any Greek could relate to what Albert Camus wrote in 1943.

As long as every Greek has not lost the idea that constitutes her whole greatness.

And she is great indeed. And blessed land she is.

- Bathroom // ?

static crossroads - Lower East Side // nyc 2006

I am walking upstairs. I am falling in love with these blue stairs. It is the fourth time..or the fifth or the one millionth that i walk them in my dreams. I arrive on the top floor.

The door is open. There are flowers everywhere on the floor

There is music loud. VERY LOUD. EXTREMELY LOUD

Its the Led Zeppelin song "Rock and Roll" playing

It definitely was the Rock and Roll period for both of us. I was wearing my half waisted leather men's jacket and he was wearing one ring on every finger notating one woman for every finger.I knew that all I had to do was to get undressed and walk straight to the bathroom to find him and find my peace.

And the morning after, all I had to do was to take a foto early am in the morning like the one above that was shot one early morning close to East Broadway street.

It has been almost two years that his house was not in a good condition. The bathroom was not fixed. The house was deserted just like the moments between us.

Year 2011. Friday December 9 //

sms SM: Come see my new house

sms GA: Bathroom?

sms SM: yes new

sms SM: "Its been such a long long time since we Rock and Roll" Carry me babe

sms GA: Yes it has been a long time. We can fix that

sms SM: Are you still writing?

sms GA: Will you still bathe me?

Am I still writing I questioned myself?

Is anyone still reading ?

? ? ? ?

It's been a long long time......

- Garia August

photomontage by Maurice Tabard

Mathilde Dear,

It is what it is now.

This morning, I thought I saw you from afar. Same garments and same hat. Same all.

It is time for new sounds. It is time we reflect the perception of what we were and bring it to a new period of creativity. We should both let our creativity have wings again and Fly.

I am more in Europe these days than I am in New York or at least my heart is. Do you remember that I used to write "heart" as "hurt"? Yes, it is true that any matter of the heart does hurt but we know well that new sounds can bring us closer to each other with or without one another.

I am listening a lot the sounds of the band Austra.

Look inside me now same way I look inside you.

We are like a vintage reflection of a photomontage by Maurice Tabard.

Love,

Sandrine X.

Yours // Ours

this morning i had the urge to listen to Bob Dylan's

"One more Cup of Coffee" looking at Tina Bernings' below piece.....

maybe i am inspired again- //

- Garia