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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

24 hours
May 7, 2008
A few days ago, after working an entire night up in the Vancouver skies, I walked home around 4:00 am, following the madness south on Granville Street as clubbers were pouring out into the chilly morning air. Then I sliced my way through a quiet West End and got home just on time to realize I was still in great shape and the day was dawning. I jumped into a pair of jeans and onto the bike and scrambled to Coal Harbour's section of the Seawall with Abe and the Martian. A sli...
Fading
May 5, 2008
"The ship's tender drops me off on an lonely pier to which are tied up a few rusty fishing boats, almost all leaning to one side as if to show their long seafaring experience, just as John Wayne wore his hat tilted sideways. But I’m not fooled by the trick and I can feel they are simply tired and worn out, aspiring to never again leave the harbour’s calm waters and this dock they now use as a crutch..."March 27, 1994 - Lombok, Indonesia. ...
Fire drill and a fever
May 3, 2008
It certainly isn't unexpected. The initial memo arrived a good week in advance, followed by a memo confirming the memo, and finally an email repeating both memos and sealing the deal. An annual building-wide fire drill is to be taken seriously. Well, I had intended to. But as it turns out, the week has already gone in all kinds of deviant and stressful directions, and today, 30 minutes from the bell, I am feeling very strangely disconnected from this plane of reality. My te...
Breathless - Part 2
May 3, 2008
It's here again. I can feel its warm breath on my face, like a dragon's caress; it comes and it goes but never fades for too long. It's the colorful wind of change, it has returned. I was expecting it patiently, facing East where the bright star appears at last, so that I could catch the first glimpse of a whisper. And now I know it's upon me, and I am bracing myself, and I will let go when it hits me, willingly and with such relief. This place that has seen me grow will be...
17 long minutes
May 2, 2008
All right, all bitching and joking aside, oxygen or not, on TV or in his bathroom, watched by Oprah or his cat, he still did it. Se-ven-teen minutes and four seconds! Without breathing. And without passing out. Kudos. Now get a life. Or find a good cause! ;-)Photo: New York Times ...
Coriolistic Anachronisms leans towards Web 2.0
My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots, welcome to a new step in this blog's sheepishly modest evolution. I have been blogging in the darks for too long, and even though it remains ideal for showcasing photography, I have decided to turn my back to darkness and ease into lighter tones again. Pompously, I named this template Rebirth as a wink to both the new look of the premises and recent events...
Don't bloody try this at home
April 22, 2008
A very interesting New York Times article was forwarded to me recently by my own personal Times agent. I read it once, instantly attracted by the familiar topic and friendly location. But by the time I reached the last period, I'd grown uneasy. So I read it twice more. Then I followed the links. And I frowned. And decided to write about it. So here I am.The article by John Tierney - I've read his stuff before, I like him - covers David Blaine's training for an upcoming atte...
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...