The photographs of N.P. Thompson


blue curtains


the skater’s waltz

At Rockefeller Center on a cold night, some years ago…

eye on Midtown

Summer 2015


Place on Broad

violin lessons

lining the pool

Cather’s colour

“…for me you are the only real poet of the sea, whereas you claim that it is only the ship itself you wanted to exalt… I don’t think you ever took my obsession with the sea seriously…in fact, because of my birth, childhood, and ancient insular atavism on a small Caribbean island, the sea is to me something absolutely basic, mingled with my very blood; and without my noticing, it has spread to every part of my being.

…one cannot stray far from the sea except by straying from oneself.”

Saint-Leger Leger, in a letter to Joseph Conrad, February 1921

kaleidoscope without colors

Originally posted August 24, 2011

walk-in closet – an epic

Circa Spring ’17.

See also:

turn of the waltz

golf American – a Wonderland

Let us go then, you and I…

soft tissue


drive-by lunch



and I don’t believe Dylan Farrow. No victim of abuse could be as gleefully antagonistic as she is, as pleased with herself and so disingenuously proud of her own violence. She exploits the all-too-easily exploitable “Me,Too” to her dubious advantage.

To Hell with Dylan Farrow’s stage-managed lies, and to Hell with the mob hysteria she cultivates. Chalamet, Sorvino, Gerwig, the equine Rebecca Hall, et al. should live to be rightfully embarrassed by their PC absurdities.

Why aren’t these counterfeit liberals protesting America’s Kremlin-owned “president” and the Russian agent’s enablers within a complicit Republican Congress? Is it less of a risk for young (or middle-aged) white hipsters to attack an octogenarian Jewish man whose aesthetic doesn’t compute with the social media on their smartphones? It isn’t much of a stretch to see Woody Allen’s detractors for what they are: racists.


how to stay in a fine hotel


For a peaceful Christmas…

Originally posted December 20, 2010

appearing nitely

Centuries Since the Day celebrates the return of The Santa Clones, a Yuletide tradition and installation piece by Chris Willis, on view for the holiday season at the corner of Broadway & Morrison.

shadowed return

except perhaps in spring

snow and the cathedral


from Endlessly Repeating Twentieth-Century Modernism (2007), by Josiah McElheny

open any door

In memory of P.J.S. on her sixty-first birthday.