Wednesday, 30 March 2011
The fluffy sheep is just a stuffed carcass and not a living thing as this troubled little boy seems to know. He was to grow up to be the writer Franz Kafka, and it is through him that we understand the hallucinatory menace of the "Kafkaesque".
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Since I posted Lucy's story last Saturday, people have asked me about what happened to her. Did she find a good home? The answer is yes. She lives with Yamen, who rescued her. Naturally, he's been rewarded with absolute doggy devotion. And she's discovered that with Yamen around, she will always be safe and loved.
Photo: ©Profoundly Superficial, Wadi el Gamal, Egypt
Saturday, 19 March 2011
I met Lucy in the desert. She's a Rhodesian ridgeback,the kind of dog that hunts lions. In the past, Lucy suffered terrible abuse, and if you look closely at her left hind leg you will see that she has an extra toe, the result in inbreeding. This meant that whenever she approached me, I was very, very careful. Yet the more time we spent together, the more I was overwhelmed by her emotional warmth. And in spite of myself, I soon found that I loved her.
Photo: Profoundly Superficial, Wadi el Gamal, Egypt
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
In January I went to a village in Egypt to photograph a clan of archeological excavators, who are famous for their honesty concerning the treasures they find. According to their strict code of honour, even the merest suggestion of grave robbing is punishable by absolute banishment. A recent suspect was a young boy, who was immediately shunned by the entire village. Knowing that all the people he had ever known would never speak to him again, the boy walked off into the desert and was never seen again.
Photo of one of the clan's elders: Profoundly Superficial, Kift (Luxor)
Saturday, 12 March 2011
And as you watch the waves, your back is to the desert with its subtle ochres in every conceivable shade of pink, yellow, green and brown.
Photo: © Profoundly Superficial, Egypt, January 2011. Click to enlarge so that you can hear the mermaids singing
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Art classes at my last school consisted of learning the almost forgotten skill of manuscript writing. Although condemned by most of the girls as being too "too old-fashioned", I loved those lessons, and to this day my handwriting maintains a certain flourish. Now I wish I'd followed my heart and opted for the path taken by Nicolas Ouchenir. This professional calligrapher painstakingly writes out all the invitations for the shows of the great fashion houses of Paris.
I wonder whether he needs an assistant...
Saturday, 5 March 2011
A male sparrowhawk ripping the guts out of some small and very dead birdie in the centre of Amsterdam. If only I could persuade him to switch to veggie burgers...
Photo: Profoundly Superficial Click to enlarge if you've got a strong stomach