Christmas is here with all the usual joy and gore! I took some pictures last night from my neck of the woods. Welcome to the winter in the Lala Land.

We are trying so hard to look like New York or Boston in the winter holidays but Los Angeles stays Los Angeles, a comfortable 55 F on Christmas eve.

The Beverly Regent (AKA the pretty woman hotel) looks great in red.

“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet”

Of course what is all this without music?

And these are some of my favorite store windows – the fabulous Rem Koolhaas‘ Prada flagship is amazing. I’ve always liked his Seattle public library as well.

Red has always been my favorite color.

I have added Blue as another favorite some years ago.

I like them equally now.

By the way, I hate shopping/the crowd/malls – I wished people would stop accumulating extra-everythings (from candles to cars)…We all know people that are hopelessly deluded, bathed in trivia, mesmerized to the point of idiocy by almost any celebrity, amusing themselves to death, self-defeating and absurde at times. I made you read!

Looking back at some of my pictures from Spain, I found this one taken at the Bilbao Guggenheim museum at dusk.

“An art book is a museum without walls.” Andre Malraux

I’ve always loved these ladies! I have fun playing with their images. They’ve been called torchères (torchieres), lampposts and some pretty banal names but I think that they deserve to be called by a “grander” name like “the green Lucinas” (Lucina: she who brings children into the light). I’ve photographed them several times (they are the best models, they never move). Their color changes from bronze green to dark jade passing by some moss and celadon.

The Paris opera house is not hosting any operas; it is now mainly used for ballet performances. Carrier-Belleuse, an old friend of Charles Garnier, the architect of this great theater, contributed the elaborate torcheres that hold the candelabra illuminating the grand staircase and the lampposts outside the opera house.

“Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.“ Robert Burns

Living in Los Angeles, i was kind of blas

so i woke up this morning at 5 and headed towards trocadero. the idea of seeing the Eiffel Tower by itself was enough of a reason – the last time i was up this early for a photo shoot was in prague, last may.

the pigeons and me weren’t completely alone… a couple of Parisian lovers were watching the sun rise.

i started walking towards saint germain; Paris’ saturday morning streets were empty but for trash collectors, some late party goers walking back home and the omnipresent american joggers; even my least favorite bridge, pont Alexandre III, looked majestic in the golden morning hue.

i ended my promenade with a café crême at Deux Magots.

there was a big “messe/mass ” in Notre Dame cathedral last sunday; i was lucky to see it – beautiful music and a great show for the faithful and the tourists…

this medieval giant of a building remains spellbinding after 800 years; the other churches seem like little dwarves compared to it.

caf

they say pigeons are winged rats but when i saw them eating from the hands of the beautiful Kristina, they looked great; the sparrows weren’t fighting with them – it was enough food for everybird.

this was an interesting museum because you could see where the artist lived – his work has never seemed very interesting to me but i thought a lot about my dear professor Ungvari when i was looking at Moreau’s study: there were many beautiful books and various collections of small drawings; the whole room was bathing in a quiet amber light.

I went to the Loire valley yesterday to visit the two famous ch