Day: June 12, 2014

The Age of Colour

I am a huge fan of old pictures, both still and moving. I will spend hours poring over old photos, pixel by pixel, examining long dead faces for clues and for meaning.  The mystery of a world drawn starkly in black and white, a moment in time, a […]

Ode de Toilet

Back in ’93, my neighbors in Houston were an unusual couple:  Johnny and Karen.  He was Mexican as can be, albeit a tall Mexican (the rarest kind! Ha!), and she was from Germany.  When I mentioned that Honey and I were packing up our lives and children and moving to London, […]