The Erl King, by Michel Tournier. A most amazing novel by a most amazing French writer. A huge man mounted an immense black horse rides across Prussia, stealing youths from
The wolf is an icon. The wolf is a totemic animal and demigod. Many clans of warriors, ancient armies, Rome itself and their Dacian rivals, the Turks and the Mongols
Northeastern New Mexico. A land of magic and a colony of artists. An isolated house in the chaparral. As an old Spanish fortress. Sunset colors, warm weather, the fragrance of
Soldier, German-Baltic, an old family. Czarist. He was unruly, bloodthirsted, and magic. He had a personal vengeance to take against the Bosheviks: his young wife massacred in their residence in
Louis Ferdinand Von Raisky, celebrated portraitist of the gentry of Saxonia and Franconia, his same class of origin. The original of this portrait is displayed in Munich. The choice of
Acrylics on paper on canvas She is hieratic and distant, some ten centuries between us. She is still standing, with that byzantine holy attire and the gilded Aureola. She is
Savannah, GA. It’s a warm late night in August. An intersection, we standing by. A thunder, we turn and see. It’s a shimmering stretched custom bike, say S&S engine and
He had that peculiar look. Amazingly tall for his times, he always towered above his fellow officers. Charismatic, faithful to his ideals, the Bolshevik winners of the Great Civil War
A German soldier, one of the terrible Waffen SS, is smoking a cigarette while looking far away in a snowy landscape. Germans captured, lost, retook and then lost the strategic
Maybe it’s Brooklyn Heights. A luxury apartment. A huge window and a long velvet curtain still allowing a magnificent view on the Island. It’s night, not too late though. A
Baron Hans von Manteuffel, captain in the Baltisches Landeswehr, the Baltic Territorial Army at the orders of General Count Ruediger von der Goltz, which unified the armed forces of Couronian
The City. The Night. A couple embracing, in a kiss. The AC Cobra, flaming red beauty. The yellow Camaro. A lonely figure walking towards us. A most striking vampire, a
Hagel (precipitation) and Ned (need) were the runes associated with the course of the ominous Sirius. The man is a loner, he is meditating his sufferings, he is looking for
A song and an LP by Lou Reed. This poet of rock’n’roll theorized a joyful renounce to thinking, to poetizing . As much as Pier Paolo Pasolini equated, in his
Another portrait of this Russian aristocrat and adventurer. An almost futuristic one. He started his own campaign against the triumphant revolutionary forces. In those very same years, Boccioni and Mach
A music by David Bowie, not a song. Pure rhythm, banging drums, obsessive electrical guitars. Two motorcycles darting by. The City above, around and beyond. Lines by Lou Reed’s “Set
A crowded bar at night, youths, socialites. Neon signs, the most exciting darkness. Someone talking, someone drinking. You can feel the music, everything’s fine and dynamic. So what’s the face
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