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Statutes at Hampton Court

They will wait for you.

Sculpted goddesses amongst the vast gardens of Hampton Court Palace.
London, England. Still – DK

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The endemic charm of a Parisian stroll.

A boulangerie along a Parisian way.
Paris, France. Walk with me – DK

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Dec 25, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments



Follow the light.

The view from Trocadéro.
Paris, France. Joyeux Noël – DK

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Nov 29, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


Thanksgiving 2013

A Thursday in November, above the Pacific Ocean.

Somewhere along the Pacific Ocean. Season’s Greetings – DK

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Oct 30, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


à Paris

The day anew.

A stroll through the Champs de Mars.
Paris, France. When you love – DK

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Sep 18, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (à Paris)

We never talk about Paris.
The Champs de Mars.
The café off Rue de Monttessuy.
Or the twilight strolls, along the river Seine.

We never talk about the boulevards.
Rue de la Paix.
Place Vendôme.
Or the simplistic grandeur of the Champs-Élysées.

We never talk about Versailles.
The Louvre.
Or Saturday mornings, spent at Musée d’Orsay.

We never discuss the 7th.
La Tour Eiffel.
Or the well-appointed flat, at 225 Rue de l’Université.

These were his most joyful moments.

In La Ville-Lumière.

Why don’t we talk about Paris?

Implode. Part LXXXV – DK

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Aug 31, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments



A place to begin.

The prime meridian of the world, at The Royal Observatory.
Greenwich, England. The precision in lines – DK

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Jul 28, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments



Still, I hear you call.

LC sauntering through the ocean swept gardens of the Getty Villa.
Malibu, CA. Hellenic – DK

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Jun 26, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments


La Mappa

And once you’ve acquired it all?

La mappa dell’Impero Romano, at the Basilica of Maxentius and Constatine.
Rome, Italy. Part III of IV – DK

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May 20, 2013 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (Once More)

It had begun to drizzle again.

He recalled an occasion on his route to Sri Lanka, from the frigid apex of Lhasa, when he found accommodation beneath the shade of a Jackfruit tree. He would take occasional moments of refuge beneath their generous crowns, which shielded him from the tropical heat and the afternoon downpours that took place without warning. He recalled how the raindrops pelted the oversized leaves, gliding in round globules from their waxed surface, down to his place on the forest floor, where the accumulating droplets mudded the earth.

Benjamin sighed.

He continued to listen now, as the raindrops pelted the Swedish glass, which was hand-blown and spun in Småland, by the tradition that is Kosta Glasbruk. There was a musicality to the droplets as they encountered the molten crystal, which was now a solid barrier between nearly three hundred years of private banking and the aqueous corridors of SoHo.

Though he occasionally turned his attention toward the peated aroma of the Ardbeg, idling patiently upon the onyx counter top, he was still attuned toward the aquatic symphony occurring upon the Mulberry window pane. As he identified each note in its sonic splendor, he began to wonder whether the melodic occurrence was intended. For its resonance was ardent and purposeful, as though his friend had cut the slates of glass himself.

Benjamin absorbed the vanilla scented air into his lungs. He exhaled in a weighted sigh and turned his attention toward the scotch once more. Though his Tom Ford ensemble: the noir Wetherby jacket, the matching tailored pant, the white evening shirt, and black silk tie, were attentive upon his person and seemingly ready to depart, the de Gris Laurent heir maintained his posture at the kitchen island, his refelection repeated back to him in the licorice marble. He peered deeply into the chestnut beverage, as though it were an oracle of Islay. Still, there were no answers were to be found.

And then it was decided.

He would begin with the egg caviar, accompanied by the young garlic soup, before moving on to the roasted loin of lamb. He was certain that if he could focus upon the particulars of the evening and not the lush panorama…

The supple parting,
The moistened softness
The red allure

Of Lucy’s mouth,

He raised the glass of scotch to his lips, consuming the beverage.

He then turned his attention toward the Burmese door.

Implode. Part LXXXIV – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK