Believe it or not, I wasn't dead, at least as far as I can remember, but I was dead tired so I though it would be appropriate to immortalise the moment.
It was taken in the dark so it's the little iPhone's built-in flash that's taking care of the atmospherics and nose shadows. Throw in a bit of dream-like post processing and hey presto. Slumbering Sab if you please... ;~S
This is one of those swing doors you have to push after having gone through the turnstyle at a train station in Paris.
There's a slightly strange angle at the bottom which I noticed was just enough for a rather elegant lady to squeeze through after having scrabbled under the metal spikes. I was surprised and amused and even vaguely affronted as though it affected me in some way.
You really want these people to get copped in a sort of nasty, the other fellow getting it, not me sort of way.
But maybe she'd just forgotten her pass. I'll let it pass.
It's another RER (train) photo I'm afraid. In their endless quest to humanise the carriages they've installed this whirly swirly pattern in an effort to forstall other scratchers and taggers. I'm in the middle.
There's something, as they say, about the receding lights of a train wagon that makes for a fine photo.
When I go, maybe I'll be remembered, just for a fleeting second, for my fanciful train photos. This'll be there in the collection with a bit of luck... ;~S
My glasses are the definition of a walking disaster area. One lense is hanging in there by a bit of a freezer bag wire tie and the other is scratched to hell. I've never gone this long before with a pair of specs in such a sorry state.
Reminds me of the days, well, months, nay years I spent with a piece of crap phone before the acquisition of my first iPhone changed my life. ;~S
This is quite a pleasing homage considering the amount of time I've spent plastered to Paris park benches in my life. And I do love this model in particular; perfectly designed to welcome an aching backside of a weary Paris wanderer. ;~S
Another night-time train trip home, as the chilly autumn evenings draw in. Actually, that's not quite true as a southerly wind is bringing us an exceptionally mild and pleasant October, if you please. ;~S
Like many of my favourite portraits, this one surprised me. I seem to have two juicy maggots crawling out of my nose whereas in fact they are utterly innocent soft tree curly things that have never crawled anywhere ever.
Anyway, it's one of my most original self-soliloquies recently, so I'm sticking with it.
Paris... which possesses. Quite a nice grab shot even if I do say so myself.
And it has possessed me, to the point where I'll soon have lived half my life here, that'll happen in about five or six years, just a flickr of time.
This shot was taken outside the British Council in Paris on the Esplanade des Invalides, although there's nothing here to indicate it. But it's amazing how often the word Paris features on magazines covers in one form or another. It's a narcissistic city to say the least. Which possesses... ;~S
He he, me next to a Desperados ad. For those of you who don't know, it's a tequila flavoured beer and the bane of my life. Not that I was on it at the time of taking the pic. At least, I don't think I was... ;~S
Part of my monochrome initiative, which is so different to the colour version, and in many ways much better. I'm going to have to reassess my relationship with colour. We're having a bit of a tiff... ;~S