I’ve come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies:
1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.
2. Anything that’s invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.
3. Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things.
I’ve posted my basic and versatile pizza dough recipe before, but this is a different one which I’d like to share. It’s much simpler than the other recipe which can make a good range of different pizzas. This one on the other hand gets you as close as possible to the faithful original pizza Napoletana – how they have long done and still do it in Naples. Read More
From Hommage to Daido Moriyama, a set on Flickr.
Daido Moriyama and William Klein exhibition at the Tate Modern. Two great street photographers side by side.
Getting the Daido look
I tried to get the look by shooting Kodak Tri-X at ISO 3200 and then developing it in warm D76, still not noisy and contrasty enough for the Daido look. Damn he must treat that film badly!
Seemingly a large component of the Daido look is to heavily crop and enlarge small 35mm negatives to accentuate the grain.
un épanchement – effusion
un tassement – collapse
recul – retraction
un débord – an overhang
susjacent – overlying
sousjacent – underlying
la moelle – marrow
disques – discs
la charnière – joint
une saillie – protrusion
contusion – contusion
médullaire – cord / medullary
au niveau de – at the level of
garder – to maintain (radiological use)
Swapping busses in centre de Flacq
Lots of stops… like whenever anyone wants
Through the sugar cane fields of central Mauritius
Crazy Port Louis, Farquahar St market
Chinatown, just a small street
Caudan Waterfront, the boring fancy marina part of town
Waiting for the public bus
Port Louis was something of a mission, particularly with a girlfriend on crutches in tow. It’s just like every island capital, a bustling port with mild annoyances rather than real danger and seriously dangerous uneven streets and broken stuff everywhere. It smells like you’d expect, but the streetfood was fantastic. I devoured 4 roti dholl puris and a few samoussas during our few hours there.
One only needs 3 hours to see Port Louis. Sure, you could while away the hours in a sophisticats bar on the Caudan Waterfront marina development with its safety net of security guards and polished marble plinths – but why not throw yourself into the melee of Farquahar St market or the central food market like the locals. We got hassled to buy things we didn’t want or need, we saw glue for sniffing on sale but at no time was it a scary experience and people were more fascinated by us really.
There were distinct but small zones to the city, the colourful haggling Indians selling snacks and things for the home. The quiet Chinese business men on Royal street and the cold, unfriendly muslims who looked us up and down on their short strip.
The bus rides warrant a mention. It took us 1hr 40mins from Poste Lafayette via Centre de Flacq on the public bus (Rs 120 = 2.30 GBP). Flacq had a fantastic open air market which we shopped in on the way home. Jane sipped a glass of Alooda, whilst I bought chilli pineapple and cucumber which blew my brains out.
We also picked up some Green Island rum which came recommended and is delicious (Rs 150 = 3 GBP)
Stormy sunrise over the East coast of Mauritius
Impossibly turquoise ocean and white sands
Wild walks along the empty beaches, covered in junk from India
Volcanic rocks with verdant through growths
Giving the crutches a break
The public beach by Maison d’Ete
We arrived in Mauritius 5 days ago now and have mostly lounged around the beaches on the east coast. We are staying at Maison d’Ete near Poste Lafayette. It’s a nice Swiss run set of beach villas offering self catering with kitchenettes, but also a good onsite restaurant. The pools are small but pleasant and there are comfy sun loungers, all of which face the wild winter Indian Ocean.
It’s seriously windy, more so than expected and so much so that I struggle to take photographs. Those above were all grab shots on the iPhone.
The beaches here are lovely and wild. They are covered in volcanic black lava rocks, whilst the sand is a brilliant white contrast from the ground up dead coral. Swimming in the sea is difficult with the strong winds, but there are some living corals in the lagoon quite close to the beach and the fish are varied and pretty.
Apart from all the relaxing, activity has been a bit limited by Jane’s crutches but we have managed several short bike rides and a trip to Port Louis on the public busses which was an experience. More on that later…
Leica M6, Summicron 40/2. Kodak Tri-X in HC110