Eiffel Showers
So another of Oonagh's hats chose to visit Paris for a weekend and we accompanied it to take pictures of it in front of famous landmarks. Given the slightly soggy weather, the hat was in its element. Given my lack of familiarity with even the basics of digital photography, or - for that matter - taste, the pictures are woeful. Because they were so blurry, it was difficult to make out even basic details of people, buildings etc. Sooooo...I got to work with some filters and made them...em..."better".
They are available in all their blurred, processed glory from here. I'm sure if I've screwed up the file permissions, someone will let me know.
The pictures cover: the hotel, Paris by day, La Defense by night, pottery by Picasso, a Dali exhibition in Montmartre, Sacre Coeur, Paris by night and a visit to a local aquarium. There was a whole load of other stuff, but mercifully, I didn't try to take any pictures of it.
I think we agreed that La Defense at night and the Dali exhibition were the high points. The Dali stuff in particular was surprising. His most popular stylistic elements (melting clocks etc.) have been so overexposed - that you tend to forget just how weird his stuff is. And he's become so caricatured (largely, it must admitted, by himself) that I hadn't realised just how technically skilled and ambitious he really was. Picasso's pottery was interesting too, but largely because of its striking resemblance to my own atrocities against ceramics (which I must post pictures of, now that my collection is complete).
As for the rest of Paris. Well it was strikingly pretty. Wet, autumnal, heavily ornamented. We strolled around Tuilieres one evening, and it was hard to escape the feeling that we were trapped in a postcard. The sky was deep pink, darkening to purple. The Eiffel tower was glowing in the distance. Everywhere we looked there were monuments and landmarks. It got a bit...silly. It was all very picturesque, but it didn't feel very real.
So, while we enjoyed it, I think we both agreed that Berlin just felt "better", in some vague indefinable way.
They are available in all their blurred, processed glory from here. I'm sure if I've screwed up the file permissions, someone will let me know.
The pictures cover: the hotel, Paris by day, La Defense by night, pottery by Picasso, a Dali exhibition in Montmartre, Sacre Coeur, Paris by night and a visit to a local aquarium. There was a whole load of other stuff, but mercifully, I didn't try to take any pictures of it.
I think we agreed that La Defense at night and the Dali exhibition were the high points. The Dali stuff in particular was surprising. His most popular stylistic elements (melting clocks etc.) have been so overexposed - that you tend to forget just how weird his stuff is. And he's become so caricatured (largely, it must admitted, by himself) that I hadn't realised just how technically skilled and ambitious he really was. Picasso's pottery was interesting too, but largely because of its striking resemblance to my own atrocities against ceramics (which I must post pictures of, now that my collection is complete).
As for the rest of Paris. Well it was strikingly pretty. Wet, autumnal, heavily ornamented. We strolled around Tuilieres one evening, and it was hard to escape the feeling that we were trapped in a postcard. The sky was deep pink, darkening to purple. The Eiffel tower was glowing in the distance. Everywhere we looked there were monuments and landmarks. It got a bit...silly. It was all very picturesque, but it didn't feel very real.
So, while we enjoyed it, I think we both agreed that Berlin just felt "better", in some vague indefinable way.
posted by batgimp | 12:30 a.m.
