The Boulevard Clichy, a slow Sunday night, the proprietor of a sex shop puts on his wistful face and poses for a photo. In the background, the heart-shaped neon sign of a similarly themed establishment provides the perfect counterbalance. Inbetween, the out-of-focus silhouettes of exhausted British weekend-trippers fill an area of space that would otherwise look just a little too desolate.
Now, let's head south. But, what's this? Suddenly, the line 13 becomes a puppet show, with some happy popsong and zany birds that feel hopelessly out of place. The man in the foreground scowls with disdain and looks away, despite...
Another view of the Cement Thing, which is a vent into a below-ground parking/storage/loading area. I thought this view was a little better than the last, albeit another abstract look at a vague, abstract construction that would have little aeathetic...