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Dude, Where’s my car?

12 March 2006. I was fed up with the cold in Prague, dipping as low as minus 19 degree on one occassion.  With the ides of March around corner and living on high latitudes I was expecting Spring season to usher in full strength of colours and style. Instead I saw more snow fall. Two days of [...]

A streetcar named Darling!

                                                                                                              A Street car named Darling!

One of the most famous Cabarets in Prague – The Darling Cabaret. Located in the heart of the city at Vaclavaske Namesti; its patrons are mainly British and Indian tourists who are on weekend stag tours. The tall vertical colourful neon signboard is like a lighthouse reaching out far [...]

Munich

…The first class coach, though luxurious, was empty. The only occupants beside the conductor were a wiry old man in a black jacket and I. He appeared fitter than most people his age. His grace lay not in his straight spine but in the smooth gray [...]

Kasmir Pics

trying to get through a really slow connection to upload pictures of Kashmir.

refer ‘photography’ page

audience remarks – R(EVOLUTION) 43rd KVIFF

Nelze jinak než vřele doporučit. Samotný film je velice pěkně zpracovnaý a hluboké myšlenky jsou prezentovány v kontextu nejtěžších životních zkoušek. Je to odvážný pohled na smysl života a existenci vesmíru. Po představení v malém sále jsme vedli diskuzi s režisérem která sama byla velice zajímavá a ještě podtrhla dojem z celého [...]

Sorrento

 

Excerpts from The Pheromone Scent Trail .

 

Over a period, I discovered their passion for scooters, which they had harboured [...]

the pheromone scent trail

The woman eventually got up to go to the washroom. When she passed me, I saw the fat man had ample reason for vicarious enjoyment. She wore a suffocating tight pair of tiger skin leotards. A thong parted her generous hips. Her tank top ended provocatively short of her navel, and she swayed awkwardly, her baby tucked carelessly under an arm. The fat man loved the exhilarating parade, couldn’t control himself. The moment she disappeared into the washroom, he clapped and laughed gutturally, tears rolling down his lecherous cheeks. He cupped both hands into a hollow and looked at me meaningfully, hinting at a pair of something. What something? A pair of eyes, ears, tits, or cheeks? What? Cheeks, he clarified later. [...]