Tuesday, September 28, 2004

First, we go to see the prostitutes.


"Varakozok," bronze figures by Imre Varga, 1985.

3 Comments:

At 8:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really like how the umbrellas seem to, at least in your picture, reflect the sky above them. I once had an umbrella that was black on the outside and had a sparsely clouded blue sky interior. It really did lift my mood on rainy days. Sadly, I left it somewhere 2 years ago and it has never found its way back to me.

 
At 9:15 AM, Blogger Indeterminacy said...

There's something about losing umbrellas. It's like leaving an extension of yourself in some place where you have been. While trying very hard not to do so I have lost dozens of umrellas in my lifetime, all over the world. I sometimes wonder where they are now. The only real solution is to have them welded to your hands.

 
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