Sunday, December 30, 2012



 Hotel room overlooking a little harbour somewhere in Normandy,
in the early 1990's.


3 comments:

Carter said...

I completely love this pairing, which really does reinforce itself as a bond of narrative for extraordinary romance. Your sensitivity to rooms of this kind and purpose, so different in terroir as Ceylon is from Chelsea, but including also the guest quarters in your own home and the late Paris apartment with the netting overhead, is literary in the most cosmopolitan way. The story is spelled out here as the most telling mise-en-scène, and if these were moving pictures we would think of Almendros or Coutard, except that this is harder and even better.

IVAN TERESTCHENKO said...

The bed and and the view on the harbour belong to each other. Un hotel de passe for sailors, what could be more cinematographic ? Coutard yes and Jean Genet ...

C said...

Yes, I did not wish to circumscribe my appreciation in that vein because I felt it too particular, like the master's white notebooks; but plainly there is space for Querelle. Besides, it is your conception, and one is fortunate to have your double engagement with a volunteering of dreams.