Paques Time

Easter happens this Sunday. Over here they call it "Pâques"; just "Pâques", I'm told, no "le" or "la" before it. Pronounced "pack."

Which is what we've been doing.

Phony Phun Phrom GREVE-DAY

DON'T ASK.


It's quiet right now.

Where are the parades?
And the riots?

I'm ready for someone to try and rip my cel.


We're all just captives.

p.s. I don't really have a cel.

"Elle Vous Fera Craquer!"

Literally translates as, "She'll make you crack!"

Found on lunch menu at Laduree, in reference to the seductive powers of their gaufres, which is a type of sweet food over here that are typically just tasty, small sections of what we U.S.-type citizens would call Belgian Waffles, often sold by street vendors; but the Laduree version is much closer to a very fresh, slightly soft version of a cream-filled wafer cookie. We cracked. And we're buying a small satchel-sized stash for the plane.

Here are some more sketches from the Louvre, executed in pencil this time, (but in that annoying blue pencil of mine--it really makes for a bad scan because of the very tight tonal range--you just don't get a good dark with these compared to typical graphite--I can only defend my use of them by citing nostalgia). So the point of these drawings is improving my "Quick Sketch" execution; I wear my iPod and try to do a new drawing for every new song; well, that's the goal, but you know me--it's more like every two or even three songs! It's misleading and a little comical to call them "quick" sketches. So let's call them "kwik" and be done with it.

REMEMBER: click on any of these suckers, and they'll grow to a magnificent size--all for you, dear reader, all for you.

The April Fools

Faces and postures glimpsed from a couple of favorite spots: the pyramide court at the Louvre, brasserie La Luxembourg, etc.