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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

A long overdue pilgrimage
April 21, 2008
After bitterly complaining out loud that I never took the time to visit the seawall at sunset any more, I decided this week-end to break the vicious circle and having just come back from my run, I threw the camera bag over my shoulder, got the bike out and left again. The tires were half flat and the frame, seat and gears were covered in a fine layer of drust but it otherwise had survived the winter. In case you're wondering what drust is, it's the scar left on man-machines...
Missing books
April 20, 2008
For Marie, in honor of the many amazing books that have contributed to shaping us into who we are, and in memory of our childhood, of which, undoubtedly, the best part is remembering. In a childish, "I-wanna-do-like-mommy" reaction to many posts about books and reading, I suddenly find myself missing my own books. Looking up and around from the computer, my eyes wander to an annoyingly empty set of shelves and where books should be aligned, there is nothing more than filli...
Bits and pieces for the masses
Of the many web thinggies keeping me interested in my screen these days, worth mentioning are the following:Firefox remains at the top of the pack, slick, fast, free, efficient and most of all, fun! If you haven't switched yet, you're falling behind. Its extension possibilities are far superior to anything else that exists right now and allow you to turn your web surfing experience into a cool ride, which it might as well be considering the time we spend doing it! And that ...
Disorganized nostalgia
April 18, 2008
Here are, in no particular order, pictures of a recent past that have been sitting in a folder waiting to be published. They show how disconnected I am right now. They're not even that good. The subjects might be, though. I mentioned in my last post the doubts I am having about the whole blogging process. You don't have to read on, I'm posting this for myself. These shots make me think. And dream. They remind me of an elusive reality which I am trying hard to materialize th...
Decadence
April 17, 2008
Answering an email this morning about Tim Farrar's FFDD, I found myself wondering where time flies. Gone are the days when I could afford to go stroll aimlessly around the Seawall at sunset, night after night, hunting for the one stunning sky that only HDR could render, and then going back home and spending hours at the computer processing and developing lovingly. Gone is my time to write when I feel like it, because I feel like it. I'm neglecting the blog and my creativity...
Once upon a time at al di là
April 13, 2008
It sounds like a movie title. It isn't. It was a real Monday night, end of a trip and dawn of a week, as so many things in life morph from one into another... We walked east from Cobble Hill, leaving Henry Street behind and following Union Street towards and past the now ritual Gowanus bridge and its nearby strange sidewalk garden, and on to Park Slope. The air was crisp and we moved briskly, looking around us with pleasure, noticing small things like hints of spring and to...
La madrugada
Up at 5:00 am this morning, I looked back lovingly at my awful Grand-Canyon-like bed and sighed. It would be 40 hours until I saw a bed again. I then proceeded towards the kitchen, nailing my foot on the vacuum cleaner abandoned in the door way. Vacuum cleaners - who needs them, really? All I have to do is open the door and the sliding window at the same time to create a draft and all my dust returns to itself. Or the neighbor's. But I skipped coffee, still unable to focus s...
Breakfast on the terrace
It was about tradition. Reinvented in Brooklyn some time ago as East met West, this timeless French classic still makes for the absolute best opening to any day. Café au lait et croissants, façon Constantia. A perfect blue sky would already be spread over Cape Town like a giant, crispy-clean table cloth thrown upside down over our mornings. It would rarely be much earlier than nine or ten o'clock, unless the day called for serious action in which case we might be brave and...
South Africa, a Beach
It was summertime by 33 degrees south latitude and 18 degrees east longitude, but on that day, a howling wind from the southeast sprayed the coastline with a winter coating. Sand flew, horizontal and abrasive, and the ocean was like an endless field of whitecaps, fluffy white flowers on a bed of blue grass. So the dogs played in the sand and had a blast while we got sand-blasted. But there was more in the air then just salt and sand. There was... something. And Cézanne would...
A night in Prince Albert
Picture the middle of nowhere. Then move away from it, slightly. Turn around and face sideways. Look behind you. Blink. Look again. You're there. It's Prince Albert, Karoo. South Africa. A lonely main street lined with a few miserable shops and some restaurants. Tall trees recently chopped down to the size of tall cacti. An unforgettably dry golf course frying under an unforgiving sun. You look for an internet cafe and are directed to this strange multipurpose store that s...
National anthem of the lobotomized
May tainted blood Water our fields! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Let us band together, We are ready to die Scatter our enemies,And make them fall! Brave the enemy's gunfire, March on! War, war! Take the national pennants and soak them in waves of blood. And seize the forehead of the tyrant And destroy him! So we have taken the noise of gunpowder as our rhythm And the sound of machine...
Interlude: a Vartiflette Recipe
March 22, 2008
Cuisine Savoyarde is among my favorite on Earth. Rich, thick, tasteful, cheese-based, it makes for perfect meals at the end of a long mountain climbing day. To really enjoy it, you must be exhausted, happy and sore. You should still be wearing your mountain boots and a fleece, and you might even be a little stoned from breathing so much fresh air. So I was recently lost in utopia, contemplating an attempt at gratin dauphinois from Patricia Wells' Bistro Cooking (thanks Mar...