Paris is known worldwide for the Louvre Museum, Notre-Dame cathedral, and the Eiffel tower. It has a reputation of being a romantic and cultural city. The city is also known for its high-quality gastronomy and the terraces of its cafés 🇫🇷 !.
The word Kashi is derived from Sanskrit 'kash' which means to shine. Kashi also know as Varanasi is called ' city of lights ' . This is where people come to die. It is one of the oldest living cities in the world.
It was cold. And bristling. Wind burning my fingertips as I snapped shots in the dark illuminated by neon lights on a calm November night.
On the way to the Big Give, I felt an urge to capture the things I saw in Chelsea. Corridors: cavernous and liminal, but bustling with light. Some cool. Some warm. Others red. And blue.
The night was alive while the city slept. Concrete sardine cans, stacked on top of each other in monstrosities clawing at the pitch black sky.
Neon blue crosses of a church sharing the ebony sky with a blood red lit Empire State Building, whose horn pierced the blackness in an everlasting tribute to capitalist fantasies. I thought of new friends from old places that I’d met at the gala. Jamaicans. Folk from St. Louis. Practitioners of dance and theater.
I recall momentarily thinking a dancer named Monsterra, was defacing a QR Code laid among the blank name tags and a rainbow of permanent markers. I was secretly disappointed when I discovered they were only writing their name.
In my day, restaurants laminated slabs of pressed wood pulp desecrated with fine black ink to tell customers what they offered. Now: a QR Code sits atop a plain table, daring you to have a low battery; lest you fail to survive the class culling and gatekeeping of the times.
But this time, the cold made me different. I pulled my hand from its glove; shot after shot. Until my souk was full.
New York comes alive at night. A city alive. A city of lights.
Hi everyone! I've started posting a new Romy fanfic - City of Lights! (And thanks to @nicopony79 for the beautiful cover art above! 😍 You can see the original picture at her Tumblr here).
The story is a sequel to vikingprincess and eyelessblade's fic, Freedom and Necessity, and I really recommend reading that before you read this - it's only 8 chapters long! While City of Lights isn't finished, it's well on the way to being so, so hopefully there won't be too many interruptions in my preferred weekly update schedule. If there are, I'll let you all know here!
Summary: It's 1940, and eight years have passed since Rogue and Remy parted under the circumstances of hatred and betrayal. Europe is at war, and France has fallen. In Paris, the now occupied city of lights, the two meet again on opposing sides of the hostilities. Thrown together once more, can the two learn to fall in-love again, or will the trauma done 8 years ago tear them apart forever?
Read it on AO3 or FF.net, whatever takes your fancy!