romashish

[rafamonzo]

CHRISTMAS LIMITED EDITION OF  / 50

From the series: “TOTEM “  Les Editions Shirokuro

size : A4  21 x 29,7 cm

Hand signed and numbered

Fine Art / Giclée Print / 320gr Smooth photographic paper

price : 30eur.

R.Tanaka

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[oliviadarmony]

"Tigre Monde"

[aforcedelire]

Le diable en personne, Peter Farris

En pleine forêt dans le Sud de la Géorgie, Maya, à peine 18 ans, échappe de justesse à une terrifiante tentative d’assassinat. Victime d’un sauvage réseau de prostitution et de traite d’humains géré par le redoutable Mexico, elle a découvert les projets d’un client haut placé… Et maintenant, elle doit disparaître. Mais c’était sans compter sur Leonard Moye, un vieil homme revêche et solitaire qui ne tolère personne sur ses terres et va protéger Maya coûte que coûte.

Le diable en personne est un roman noir plus noir que noir, au rythme intense et qui n’a pas d’autre choix que de se lire rapidement, pour être au cœur de l’action. On y parle de la corruption qui gangrène l’Amérique contemporaine, de la violence du monde extérieur, et de deux personnes qui vivent à la marge et qui se sont éloignées de cette société malveillante et malsaine. J’ai adoré les personnages. Leonard m’a fait penser à un John Wick à la retraite (qui y serait resté) : le mec est une légende locale, il est bizarre et fait flipper, mais il a un grand cœur et est prêt à tout pour aider Maya. Et Maya, qui n’a CLAIREMENT pas eu une vie facile, qui se bat pour s’en sortir mais qui reste une enfant malgré tout… Légèrement déçue par contre de ne pas avoir su exactement ce qu’étaient les projets bien puants bien crados du Maire, mais contente d’avoir pu découvrir le style implacable de Peter Farris ! Ça envoie du pâté, c’est intense et très visuel.

// Lu dans le cadre du Prix Totem des Jeunes Libraires 2023 dont je suis jury (hehehehe !) & du Challenge Gallmeister de juillet, pour le thème « Sud profond » //

17/07/2023 - 21/07/2023

[leseditionsshirokuro]

CHRISTMAS LIMITED EDITION OF  / 50

From the series: “TOTEM “  Les Editions Shirokuro

size : A4  21 x 29,7 cm

Hand signed and numbered

Fine Art / Giclée Print / 320gr Smooth photographic paper

price : 30eur.

R.Tanaka

PAYPAL Order : info@lepetitmammouth.com

http://rafamonzo.tumblr.com  / https://leseditionsshirokuro.tumblr.com/

[reyolivier]

Cime et lac de Sambuis avec le fameux totem des villards 2737m , boucle avec le lac de La Croix ( massif de belledonne ) …. Retour sur le glandon ✨✨✨

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[soprano1kid]

main 3!

The animals around them are based of the totem animals in the original les pyjamasques

[voluxpa]

-- ANGUS -- déesse des étoiles et des constellations; tenue rehaussée de bijoux, stature royale. invoquée le plus souvent pour retrouver son chemin lorsqu'on est perdu dans la nuit. animal totem : le poisson-phare

crédit icons : LUX, crédit idée : GAZAL. nb; cette déesse est une invention sortie d'une imagination fertile et incroyable. je ne peux que vous encourager à zieuter ses pl sur le serment de l'encre que je vous joins en commentaires.

[ma-pi-ma]

Le parole

cadono come carte doppie

io e te

giriamo attorno ad un totem

ricoperto di specchi.

Isabel Fraire

[mucillo]

Il 27 ottobre è la “Notte degli Spiriti Animali”, quando cani e gatti (e non solo) tornano a trovare chi li ha amati

Nel cuore delle celebrazioni che anticipano il “Día de los Muertos” (“Il giorno dei morti”), il 27 ottobre in Messico si celebra la “Noche de los Espíritus Animales” (“Notte degli Spiriti Animali”), un’antica tradizione che unisce il popolo messicano alla spiritualità e al mondo della natura. Questa ricorrenza rende omaggio agli spiriti degli animali che, secondo la credenza popolare, accompagnano l’anima umana nella vita e nella morte e che nella notte fra il 27 e il 28 ottobre tornano dall’aldilà per andare a trovare chi li ha amati.

La “Noche de los Espíritus Animales” affonda le sue radici nelle antiche tradizioni indigene del Messico precolombiano, in cui era diffusa la convinzione che ogni essere umano nascesse con uno spirito animale guida, chiamato “nagual” o “tonal”, secondo le diverse regioni del Paese. Questo spirito animale, una sorta di totem o alter ego, sarebbe stato un alleato spirituale che influenzava il carattere della persona, la proteggeva e le forniva guida nelle decisioni della vita quotidiana.

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Klarion

A powerful dark sorcerer of unknown origins, Klarion appears to be an adolescent lad who somehow came to possess tremendous magical powers.  At some point he had crossed paths with Jason Blood and the two began a longstanding feud.  It is said that Klarion had used his magic to transform his parents into mice who then fed to his pet cat and familiar, Teekle.  

Klarion stole the mystic totem known as the Branding Iron of Morgaine Le Fay.  He used the brand to separate Jason Blood from the Demon, Etrigon, making the demon his pawn.  Separated from The Demon Jason began to age rapidly and would soon perish while Clarion used The Demon to run amok throughout Gotham City.  

Batman leapt into action so to save his friend and put an end to Klarion’s mayhem.  Outmatched in the realm of magic and sorcery, Batman was aided by Jason who used his own magic to help Batman fight off The Demon.  Batman was finally able to destroy the Brand thus freeing The Demon.  Etrigan re-bonded with Jason and he used his magic to imprison Klarion in a pocket dimension.  

Actor Stephen Wolfe Smith provided the voice the witch boy, appearing in the tenth episode of the first season of The New Batman Adventures, ‘The Demon Within.’  

[retrogeographie]

Port-Barcarès, les Totems et la résidence "la Sardane"

[les-faits-plumes]

Même si je n’en ai aucune certitude, je suis prédisposée à affirmer avec toute l’incertitude nécessaire que me permet ma Psyché, et ceci en prévision de remises en cause possibles qui me feront certainement douter, que celui qui observe ce lagon-morphe, à l’heure de l’apéro, n’est pas un lapin. Mais le totem de pierres d’un papillon de nuit. © Les faits Plumes

[sgiandubh]

La passante de la Place des Vosges/ The Passerby of the Place des Vosges: in praise of Caitríona Balfe

I have recently discussed, in as much detail as possible without becoming completely boring, S's memoir Waypoints. It is, no doubt, an interesting strategic step, aiming to buy much needed time and respite from unwanted fan attention.

But if there is a memoir I would probably read in a very different, almost sentimental way, that would be hers, not his.

We have an enticing idea of the way she writes, with this lesser known essay published by the totemic NYT just a day shy of her birthday, in 2017: The First Time I Left Home (and Fell in Love), which you can read online right here - https://shorturl.at/uTX12. It is a short, dense piece with a deeply personal, even sentimental, view of Paris in autumn and spring. Something very unusual for the feisty, secretive, almost paranoid C we all know and love (admit it, you do: fair's fair). It immediately grabbed both my attention and highlighter.

Writing about Paris, especially from an Anglo-Saxon/American perspective, is a very tricky affair. So much has been said and done, from Janet Flanner's priceless Letters from Paris and Paris Journal, to Anais Nin, to Edmund White, to Hemingway, to Orwell - just to name the ones that immediately come to mind. In this particular case, we'd be dealing with a nice PR fine tuning detail, with a relatively short lifespan, aiming perhaps to reach a more sophisticated demographic than Twitter banter or a three minutes long Q&A about the current season's antics. But a wonderful detail, nevertheless.

The year is 1998. A young 19-year old Irish model wannabe just landed in the chaotic brouhaha of Roissy Airport and the first contact is brutal, language being a considerable barrier. But before that, we are treated to a masterful bistrot snapshot, with a cheeky, self-deprecating sense of humor. I mean how perfect is this?

Quite a contrast to the dream version back home:

Touché. All the moody young Frenchmen are named Pierre, C. All. Of. Them. As for watching far too many French films, there's always been something very Nouvelle Vague about you, Jeanne Moreau and Jules et Jim & all that, and I have to say this is what I found immediately endearing. I am not talking about Claire Fraser: it is you, emphatically you. The kind of impeccably dressed woman one can find pretending to read Le Monde at Le Café de Flore's terrace in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. The kind of self-evident, celestial creature whose high heels are never heard on any pavement (what is your secret?). Late Jane Birkin didn't even come close, C., mark me. However, red lipstick stains look way better on the rim of a nervously half drunk cup of noisette coffee: but then, that is me.

It was not at all like that, of course, but then something happened just across the street from the Saint-Eustache church, at Quigley's Point, a long gone Irish pub I vaguely remember. Circa 1998, our own boisterous squad used to play darts and get plastered on cheap draft beer and that undignified, syrupy manzana Basque liqueur (idiots, I am telling you, but it was very cheap) at The Bombardier, on the Place du Panthéon, just across the Seine:

Thick brogue, a quick laugh, kind eyes and blonde hair. An interesting combo, for sure. No further comment except well, this is very personal, isn't it? You've said it yourself: sometimes (fun fact: always) the really important people have nothing to do with fantasies. But we know, C, we know.

And then, suddenly, it all falls into place: Stendhal would talk about a crystallization moment. It is that split-second when everything becomes very clear. A pact of sorts occurs and all barriers are lifted. For C, it happened in one of the perfect places of this planet, spare perhaps the Piazza del Campo, in Siena:

No doubt, by tomorrow evening at the latest, I will be crucified by Mordor, but this made me think of that - different setting and context, same type of seminal moment. Draw your own conclusions:

(SRH, Waypoints, Day Four: The Hard Road)

Important things happen, too, Place du Panthéon and this moved me to bits, even if this was not a happy ending. So shamelessly glad it wasn't, by the way:

For (and forgive me for ineptly tinkering with your words) "It’s true, you never forget your first love". And for that man on that random pavement in LA, that will always be you, passerby of the Place des Vosges. The wonder you are, despite anything else: it is perfectly irrelevant.

Jacques Brel says it best, in what is almost a prayer:

[j4m3s-b4k3r]

Slow Horses

Fave viewing over the past few years has been SLOW HORSES on AppleTV+. A spy show with all the intrigues of a John le Carré novel, but if George Smiley was written as a sarcastic smart arse and every other spy was a downbeat comedian. 

River Cartwright chased by one of ’The Dogs’.

The show focusses on spies who’ve disgraced themselves, but for various reasons can’t be set free into the wild. We are led into this espionage backwater by an earnest young spy who has become persona non grata with Mi5. His efforts to get back into the slick world of Regent’s Park puts him at the heart of the action in the series. Though he’s from Mi5 royalty (as his grandfather used to head the organisation) he’s banished to a shabby facility called Slough House. 

Lamb uses his signature flatulent power-move on Taverner. 

This kingdom of losers is ruled by Jackson Lamb, hilariously played by Gary Oldman. Famed for being a chameleon, Oldman is clearly having enormous fun here, playing this jaded old cold warrior, who doesn’t care any more. Lamb has let himself go physically, but is still mentally sharp enough to anticipate when he’s being setup. Which is often, and most likely by his Mi5 boss Diana Taverner (played with deadpan ice queen flair by Kristin Scott Thomas). Her disdain for the screwups of Slough House doesn’t stop her from using their services. These ‘Slow Horses’ are ostensibly kept on by ‘the service’ for menial jobs - filing and desk work - but they are sometimes caught up in intrigues too. Simply because Mi5 often needs fall guys.

Shirley & Marcus pinned down by The Tiger Team.

Mi5 is portrayed as a world of grasping political climbers. The higher up the political totem pole, the more damehoods & knighthoods there are. But ruthless sociopaths abound too. More than willing to sacrifice their underlings if it advances their own interests, or covers up a blunder. The traditional baddies of spy stories are here, but rather than the Russians or international terrorists, domestic political dirty dealing is responsible for most of the body count.

Min & Louisa surprise an intruder at Slough House.

For all their flaws, the Slow Horses have more decency than the ‘winners’. They are prickly & snarky characters, that are nevertheless likeable. A fave of mine is Roddy Ho, Slough House’s IT expert. His hilariously pompous dialog is brilliantly played to the smugly annoying hilt by Christopher Chung. Pint-sized firecracker Shirley Dander (Aimee-Ffion Edwards) and wily old school operative Catherine Standish (Saskia Reeves) are a couple of other faves, but honestly, all the characters have their moments. 

Roddy analyses the kidnap photo of Standish. 

The show-runner is standup comedian & writer Will Smith, who manages to deliver laughs aplenty but also real drama. Main characters can die, and probably when you’d just learned to love them. We enjoyed watching this show so much that, after finishing the 3rd season, we RE-watched the entire thing, and were entertained even more the 2nd time. 

Jackson Lamb has an ice cream.

Having just exhausted all the viewing options available, Julia & I just began the book series that the show is based on, by Mick Herron. Though many details differ, the books are remarkably similar to the TV series, tonally. Added background details to the characters & plots make them enjoyable even after seeing the show. Hopefully they will feed us enough Lamb until season 4 drops at the end of 2024.

[cheminer-poesie-cressant]

l’acacia n’a pas su garder son vert foncé ; il a viré vers le clair au son du soleil qui s’annonçait ; à l’angle du square désormais il fait figure de totem de lumière, ce printemps dont il s'est rappelé et qui l'a fait pâlir ; les arbres cèdent aussi au charme du souvenir des saisons

© Pierre Cressant

(lundi 5 juin 2023)

[reyolivier]

Cime et lac de Sambuis avec le fameux totem des villards 2737m , boucle avec le lac de La Croix ( massif de belledonne ) …. Retour sur le glandon ✨✨✨

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