Butterflies are free, Amsterdam.
A bit of frivolity today, as I need a break from all the bad news. In London this week, my friend Lee and I visited the Tate Modern, including an exhibit of Robert Frank photographs from his series The Americans. We also saw them hanging the exhibition Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera that opens Friday. The exhibit addresses some interesting issues, including photographers' rights and voyeurism, both public and private.
On Thursday I had an appointment with the dermatologist, who prescribed a remedy for a sudden outbreak of "boutons rouges." Doesn't sound so bad to refer to angry little blemishes as "red buttons," does it?
It's been raining in Paris, disrupting the French Open match schedule at Roland Garros. Earlier this week, the French were aghast at Venus Williams' s choice of tennis outfit, which appeared more fitting for the Folies Bergere than Center Court.
Meanwhile, public transport has been erratic, due to multiple strikes and protests. (Just another day in Paris, then).
Amsterdam: Made by Hand
My lovely friend Pia is preparing to launch her new book Amsterdam: Made by Hand. If you're in Amsterdam on Saturday, June 5th, be sure and stop by the American Book Center in Spui Square at 3 p.m., where Pia will be signing copies!