Another mammoth update this week:

new pics 02/22:

Emmanuelle Devos in “Amin”:


Mareme N’Diaye in “Amin”:


Clara Ponsot in “du soleil in mes yeux”:


Delphine Chanéac in “stranger in the dune”:

Sara Martins in “Voyiez comme ils inent”:


Natacha Lindinger in “Sam”:


Emilie Gavois-Kahn in “Jupiter”:

Romane Bohringer in “l’mour flou”:

Alienor Marcadé Sechan in “l’amour flou”:

Florence Fauquet in “POV”:


Colomba Giovanni in “fusion” & “EA”:


Charlie Quatrefages in “EA”:


Peter Tork, Monkees bass player, has died. He turned 77 last week.

Tork (1942-2019) was the oldest of the Monkees.
Davy Jones, the youngest, (1945-2012) was the first to pass.
Mike Nesmith (1942-) recently had heart surgery, but is recovering well.
Mickey “Circus Boy” Dolenz (1945-) is apparently fit as a fiddle.

The Monkees became popular when I was in college, but their music was clearly aimed at younger teens who weren’t interested in the bad-boy Stones or the morphing, experimenting Beatles. The Monkees were such a cutesy, pre-fab teeny-bopper group that they didn’t even play their own instruments on their first album. In a world that was darkening ominously as a counter-cultural storm brewed, the Monkees seemed to represent light and sunshine, a frivolous and obviously commercialized confection.

Despite all of that, and despite the occasional contempt of my snobbier friends, I thought the Monkees’ tunes were catchy, and since they were ubiquitous, I often caught myself singing along with the radio. OK, I didn’t buy any of their albums or anything like that, but I did watch their silly TV show quite often – and occasionally laughed.

And I ain’t embarrassed to admit it.