George, Madrid 2004 Walking on a Friday night with John the Nigerian and George from Sierra Leone. Jaunty, bouncing down the bright slope lit in the glare of numerous headlights. There are no shadows. It seems Madrid is a city without shadows, whether violently over-exposed in the long sharp daylight or blanketed in electric night,… Read More gran via, 2004
Friday, March 25, 2011 is the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire, which claimed the lives of 146 garment workers trapped at their machines. Most of the people who died, either consumed by flames, or jumping out of the windows on the ninth floor, were young women, recent immigrants. This is the deadliest… Read More terrible karma
It’s fashion week in New York, and you know what that means… a lot of walking! I went to see Victor de Souza’s showing of his Fall/Winter 2011-12 collection at Exit Art, in Manhattan’s fashion district. Victor is my downstairs neighbor, an impeccably disheveled man who is always hard at work on Fashion, into all… Read More walk, walk
I hope I can correct a false picture about me. I am not a Jewish James Bond, and I am not a Don Quixote, and I am not [in] between. I am only a survivor who pays with a dedicated work for the privilege to remain alive. —Simon Wiesenthal (1908 – 2005), architect, survivor of… Read More how do you take care of your dead?