“Agnès Varda? Isn’t she the old woman?” this doe-eyed French twat with the requisite mousy brown hair and fair skin… Read more Agnès Varda Isn’t Old

“Agnès Varda? Isn’t she the old woman?” this doe-eyed French twat with the requisite mousy brown hair and fair skin… Read more Agnès Varda Isn’t Old
I’m going to be late for school, but I take my time about choosing the perfect CD for my getting… Read more The Wrong School
Everything about Paris has already been said. And even that’s a cliche. There is no thought, no feeling, no sexual… Read more The Ocean That Couldn’t Divide Interbred Cities
When their daughters had been friends, long ago, in the period called adolescence, it was already challenging enough to find… Read more Two Fathers, Zero Daughters
I had loved her, sure. Would probably always–even for as much as I now rather despised her, being able to… Read more The View of the Duchess From the Cat & Fiddle Pub
He had a penchant for Italian girls. All Algerians do. Perhaps it is the antithetical nature of Catholicism to Islam.… Read more The Algerian at the Museum
“Vous êtes une classe de belle,” he hisses like a snake as he slithers toward her. He assumes she doesn’t… Read more Vous êtes une classe de belle
One never knows when they might find a prized work of art amid the ruins of New York City. Where… Read more A Forgotten Haring
When you’re an acolyte of Oscar Wilde’s form of aestheticism, it’s never easy to abide by one’s “actual” finances. In… Read more Flat Broke and Dressed All in Black on the Côte d’Azur
I am lured in once again to the inane task of helping you with something, knowing every time that it… Read more Oignon Soup Time Suck