November 2012, Patissia, Athens
November 28, 2012
Unexpected
November 2012, Patissia, Athens
Did did did did you ever wonder
why we had to run for shelter
when the promise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
~ Pink Floyd, "Goodbye blue sky"
why we had to run for shelter
when the promise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
~ Pink Floyd, "Goodbye blue sky"
November 26, 2012
November 19, 2012
November 14, 2012
Calem
August 2012, Porto
From France we get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum
Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come
But stout and strong cider are Ireland's control
Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
~ "Fathom the bowl" (traditional)
Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come
But stout and strong cider are Ireland's control
Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
~ "Fathom the bowl" (traditional)
November 8, 2012
November 7, 2012
Dollhouse II
September 2012, Patissia, Athens
If you find the time, please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood
In a hundred and ten they haven't paid the rent
So there goes the TV with the repo men
In 999 they make a living from crime
The house is always empty 'cause they're all doing time
In number 18 there lives a big butch queen
He's bigger than Tyson and he's twice as mean
In 666 there lives a Mr. Miller
He's our local vicar and a serial killer
~ Space, "Neighbourhood"
In my beautiful neighbourhood
In a hundred and ten they haven't paid the rent
So there goes the TV with the repo men
In 999 they make a living from crime
The house is always empty 'cause they're all doing time
In number 18 there lives a big butch queen
He's bigger than Tyson and he's twice as mean
In 666 there lives a Mr. Miller
He's our local vicar and a serial killer
~ Space, "Neighbourhood"
Dollhouse I
September 2012, Patissia, Athens
Who lives in a house like this?
They want to knock us down 'cause they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this you know it's hard to survive
So you'd better come prepared 'cause they won't take us alive
If you find the time, please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood
~ Space, "Neighbourhood"
They want to knock us down 'cause they think we're scum
But we will all be waiting when the bulldozers come
In a neighbourhood like this you know it's hard to survive
So you'd better come prepared 'cause they won't take us alive
If you find the time, please come and stay a while
In my beautiful neighbourhood
~ Space, "Neighbourhood"
Existential
September 2012, Patissia, Athens
This is obviously an abstraction symbolizing mankind's eternal fear of the dark and the unknown, of what lies beyond the tunnel, with religious and metaphysical undertones in the subject matter, while the loose composition subtly reminds us of man's existential agony in the face of death.
OR, this is me taking pictures stone drunk in the wee hours of the morning, and neglecting to keep my fingers away from the lens. Take your pick.
October 27, 2012
Sponge
August 2012, Lisbon Aquarium
And that's why we're thinking
That's why we're drinking
In a bar under the sea
~ dEUS, "Disappointed in the sun"
That's why we're drinking
In a bar under the sea
~ dEUS, "Disappointed in the sun"
Roman orgy
August 2012, Lisbon Aquarium
You're a liar, said the last whore
Mine's the biggest of all
A fleet sailed in on the first of June
And didn't come back till fall
~ "Baltimore Whores" (traditional)
Bioluminescence
August 2012, Lisbon Aquarium
MOBILIS IN MOBILI
~ Jules Verne, "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea"
Otters!
August 2012, Lisbon Aquarium
Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper,
And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass;
We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
~ "Spanish ladies" (traditional)
October 24, 2012
October 20, 2012
Cutter
August 2012, Navy Museum, Lisbon
I rose to the smell of a wet desert hell
and I thought to myself, how'd I wind up in this jail?
and I thought to myself, how'd I wind up in this jail?
Till a voice called to me from deep within the sea:
“Dry your eyes, my little fisherman, your ass belongs to me.”
The sea is a cruel mistress.
~ Flogging Molly, "Cruel mistress"
Starboard
August 2012, Navy Museum, Lisbon
Quisiera morir cantando sobre de un barco leñero
Y cultivar en sus aguas un libro mas justiciero
Con letras de oro que diga "No hay padre para el isleño"
Llorando estoy - Ni viento pa su leñero, me voy me voy
~ Violetta Parra, "Según el favor del viento"
Wax
August 2012, Navy Museum, Lisbon
We wrapped them all in a mainsail tight
with twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved them over and out of sight
with a yo-heave-ho and a fare-ye-well
and a sudden plunge in the sullen swell,
ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
and a sudden plunge in the sullen swell,
ten fathoms deep on the road to hell
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum
~ Abney Park, "The Derelict"
October 17, 2012
October 15, 2012
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