Memphis in the Dark
On a rare tour, playing the barely-lit DC9, Torquil Campbell and Chris Dumont of Memphis put on an amazing show.
On a rare tour, playing the barely-lit DC9, Torquil Campbell and Chris Dumont of Memphis put on an amazing show.
The site of an ancient windmill sits in a field near the coast, in the Basse-Normandie region in northwestern France. It’s just a few kilometers from the D-Day beaches. There are folks who catalogue the various windmills in the region, but I don’t know any more about this one.
Near the entrance to the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto.
A farm north of Baltimore.
I first saw Winnipeg’s The Watchmen live in Windsor more than 20 years ago. There are very few artists that hold my attention for half that long. But the band has always been great, with a fantastic live set, and their rare December, 2012 show in Toronto was nothing less.
Looking east across the city from outside the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière.
A stream through the Gunpowder Falls State Park.
With a view just slightly different from last week’s Wet Street, a wider shot of the neighbourhood around the Arc de Triomphe. The ferris wheel at Place de la Concorde is in the distance.
One of the blocks near Johns Hopkins Hospital where every single home is abandoned and boarded up to some degree. A common sight around the city.
From the top of the Arc de Triomphe, traffic on the Champs Elysees after the rain.
More than a musician and composer and bandleader, Michael Arenella makes the Jazz Era Lawn Party happen. This shot of an intense-looking Arenella is from the dance floor. Professional dancers, groups with choreographed routines, and fired up partygoers give the floor constant use during the party. And what a party it is. And with this post, ladies and gents, a week of 1920s-inspired photos comes to a close.
Vintage has a limit. It is New York, after all.
Along the path on Governors Island. My guess is that >90% of attendants dress in period clothes. And if you don’t arrive in hip threads, local vintage shops have outposts selling everything from bathing suits to actual suits.
A group behind one of the St. Germain delivery trucks.
I had never tried St. Germain, the French elderflower-based liqueur, before the Jazz Era Lawn Party. But the cocktails and sangria, served by the dapper staff as the bands played on, made me a fast fan. And the half dozen period delivery trucks were a perfect compliment to the day.
The ferry ride lasted only a few minutes. But the boat from Brooklyn to Governors Island may have well been a trip 90 years back in time.
The lower east tip of Manhattan, as seen from the Brooklyn-Governors Island Ferry.
A 360 degree view of an intersection in Lyon’s 1st arrondissement.
I’d like to think I had it coming. As I was boarding the shuttle bus from the plane to the terminal at JNB, expecting to transfer to my flight to Atlanta, I said to my colleague, “I would love it if there was some issue and I ended up going someplace other than Atlanta.”
In a nation with as many resource challenges as there are in Malawi, cooking meals can be a very different process from what we experience in developed nations. Natural gas-fired stoves, electricity, convection ovens – forget it. Whether it’s a kitchen in a hut in the distant, rural reaches, or in a more affluent family’s house in a major city, most people are cooking over burning wood.