Wild Palms Trailer 1993

 

La joyeuse démesure de Gab Paquet

Avec sa coupe Longueuil et son personnage de crooner kitsch directement sorti des années 80, Gab Paquet se fait de plus en plus d’adeptes. Nous avons discuté avec le chanteur de Québec de son nouvel album, La force d’Éros, mais aussi de démesure et d’amour universel.

- La Presse

 

Preparing for “Yardi Gras” in New Orleans

Most of the traditional Mardi Gras activities in New Orleans have been canceled this year because of the ongoing pandemic. But locals have spent their time and effort working on safe alternative celebrations to keep the spirit of Carnival alive—including the decoration of hundreds of houses in the style of Mardi Gras floats. The Krewe of House Floats has worked with people across the city and is listing participants on a map. Gathered below are a handful of images of this year’s socially distant “Yardi Gras,” as New Orleanians prepare for Mardi Gras.

- The Atlantis

 

FOUND PHOTOS OF PEOPLE KISSING FROM ACROSS THE 20TH CENTURY

Featuring intimate moments, public displays of affection and a few drunken indiscretions, a new book celebrating 100 years of kissing proves a kiss is never just a kiss…

- Another Man

Corine - Pourquoi Pourquoi

Jamais deux sans trois

Et si le modèle unique du couple monogame, exclusif, je-me-toi-nous, était aux soins intensifs lui aussi ? Manque d’oxygène, bas les masques, désir en panne, la débandade intime. Un tabou, certes, mais saluons les efforts d’un nombre croissant de valeureux pour secouer la dyade pérenne, même si cela complique les Saint-Valentin.

Le libertinage n’est pas né d’hier, mais une tendance semble vouloir s’incruster, surtout chez les millénariaux, celle des relations non monogames consensuelles (NMC). Le dernier mot est important. Si c’est bon pour pôpa, c’est bon pour môman.

- Le Devoir

En Corse, la double vie de Cathy la « matonne »

Surveillante de la prison de Borgo, en Corse, elle était fascinée par l’univers du banditisme. Cathy Sénéchal est aujourd’hui accusée d’avoir contribué, par un baiser, à l’assassinat de deux figures du milieu, à l’aéroport de Bastia, en décembre 2017.

De loin, à l’oreille, ils reconnaissaient son pas, son tour de clé, son parfum parfois : en prison, on s’attache à des détails auxquels, à l’air libre, on prête peu attention. Bien avant d’apercevoir le pantalon bleu nuit et le pull à barrettes de l’administration pénitentiaire, avant d’entendre l’accent de pinzuta (« continentale ») de Cathy Sénéchal ou de voir ses longs cheveux noirs, les détenus du centre pénitentiaire de Borgo, au sud de Bastia, savaient, de leur cellule, si c’était elle ou un autre surveillant qui arpentait le couloir ou prenait sa garde. « Salute, o Cathy ! »

- Le Monde

 

A Vast Web of Vengeance

Outrageous lies destroyed Guy Babcock’s online reputation. When he went hunting for their source, what he discovered was worse than he could have imagined.

Guy Babcock vividly remembers the chilly Saturday evening when he discovered the stain on his family. It was September 2018. He, his wife and their young son had just returned to their home in Beckley, an English village outside of Oxford. Mr. Babcock still had his coat on when he got a frantic call from his father.

“I don’t want to upset you, but there is some bad stuff on the internet,” Mr. Babcock recalled his father saying. Someone, somewhere, had written terrible things online about Guy Babcock and his brother, and members of their 86-year-old father’s social club had alerted him.

- NY Times

 

The joys of being an absolute beginner – for life

The phrase ‘adult beginner’ can sound patronising. It implies you are learning something you should have mastered as a child. But learning is not just for the young.

One day a number of years ago, I was deep into a game of draughts on holiday with my daughter, then almost four, in the small library of a beachfront town. Her eye drifted to a nearby table, where a black-and-white board bristled with far more interesting figures (many a future chess master has been innocently drawn in by “horses” and “castles”). “What’s that?” she asked. “Chess,” I replied. “Can we play?” she pleaded. I nodded absently. There was just one problem: I didn’t know how. 

- The Guardian