
Isn't it obvious?

Isn't it obvious?

[Photo © 2011 Kendra Elliott]
This image by Kendra Elliott perfectly sums up my impression of every strip club I have ever visited, with the possible exception of The Crazy Horse in Paris.
For more strange images of New York nightlife by Kendra, visit her photo blog:
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Nothing that's happening now is new, folks — this political cartoon is from 1912. We fought the trusts before and kept them at bay, for a while, and we can do it again . . .

. . . for the changing of the guards.

. . . from the pages of today's headlines!

Toronto, 1987, wrap party for the movie Gotham, starring Tommy Lee Jones, on the right, and featuring Kevin Jarre, who died this year, on the left, in the Perfecto motorcycle jacket. I'm in between them, with the cigarette. Those were the days, eh? I mean, the days when you could smoke a cigarette in a bar in some other city than Las Vegas, Nevada . . .
In fact, of course, this is what happened:

Not funny.

I have created a YouTube channel:
Lloyd's Modern Life
It will present short, silly reports about things of consequence only to me. I can't think of a single reason why anyone else would want to look at them, but who am I to set myself up as a judge of such things?
The videos will also be available on Vimeo:
Lloyd Fonvielle Vimeo

1871
. . . plus c'est la même chose.

2011
But don't forget that the depredations of the “trusts” and the political machines in the late 19th Century brought on the progressive reforms of Teddy Roosevelt, the most crucial of which was recently gutted by the Supreme Court in Citizens United, a decision that cannot stand, any more than the Dred Scott decision could stand — and a new era of reform will dawn for us, too, as soon as we get rid of the false progressives, like that empty suit in the White House.
I say it so it must be so.

My uncle is in the foreground — this was his fishing boat, kept at Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. Just over his shoulder is my sister Lee, clutching onto my dad, with the pipe. I'm standing to Dad's left. I was eight years old at the time, then as ever happy to be in, on or near the ocean.

. . . will crush us all if we let it.

Dad, reinvigorated on a trip to the seaside. It was the last time he saw the ocean, the last time he felt raindrops. With his granddaughter Nora and our friends Mary and Paul Zahl.


Wheeling Dad out for his last look at the ocean. Right up until the end he loved having his picture taken, and always put on his best face for the camera. He may not have known who or where he was, but he felt that the camera was his friend.

. . . takes his art down to Wall Street.