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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

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...
Pain and Running: a Love Story
March 21, 2008
I had an itch.* Granted I've never been much of a long distance runner. I get bored. Anything over an hour and my mind starts yawning or focusing on unnecessary things like the bloody pain. But it had been two years since I'd done over 15 km and I had much accumulated energy to release. So I set out for a half-marathon. From what I understand, the half-marathon is a loser's run. Not even close to hurting as much as a full marathon does, not requiring much commitment, nor e...
Stumbling upon cool stuff
March 15, 2008
Once in a while, to change the routine or take a break from intense photo or design work, I'll allow myself to Stumble for a while. Here are a few interesting sites discovered on my last ride...A rather interesting awareness test. Read the final credits. Smart of them.Some motivation if you feel like you are failing. I feel better now.Very funny aircraft snag book entries. Ok, maybe you need to be a pilot to laugh at some of those...Science-fiction meets the present at the ...
Sleepless in Seattle
March 15, 2008
An dashed white line rushes by me with a boring, hypnotic but fascinating rhythm. The trance is shallow, though, and easily broken by a change in speed or a nervous tick in the driver's wrist which instantly bring me back to reality. Seven people is too many for a single bloody car, even a Honda van. I feel like a sardine in a can and can't escape the dullness of our destination, a trade show in Seattle. We have agreed to declare at the border that we're attending a simple re...
Hybrid cars: the future is today
March 13, 2008
When I was a very small boy, my parents had on the shelves on their library a few issues of a hybrid, a cross between a book and a magazine called Planète. Of Planète, I remember three things: a sexy James Bond cartoon; the excellent extraterrestrial short story "Comment servir l'homme"; and a drawing of the "car of tomorrow", slender lines, bright colors and a person sitting in the passenger seat, door open upwards and legs stretched, writing a letter...