That’s right. GREEN carpet. Red is so passe. And I was a fashion paparazzi for a day!
Here is my search for the best and worst outfits at the annual Paro Festival held at Paro Zhong. But I just couldn’t find the worst. Everyone looked so gorgeous!
Yours truly and friends got mistaken as local Bhutanese at this event, starting with a police telling me to make way for tourists (I think) and with other tourists stopping us to take pictures despite our disclaimers. One American lady even explained to us how digital cameras worked by showing us our digital image. Thanks yo!
Still, a brief moment of flattery. Brief.
And I mean, man.
Millions spent on concrete, wood and bronze in place of charming pine and cypress trees, only to build the largest, boldest and most domineering of all statues, paralleling the builder’s ego perhaps.
Is that what Buddha would have wanted?
If God exists he isn’t just churches and mathematics.
He’s the forest, he’s the desert.
He’s the ice caps, that are dying.
He’s the ghetto and the Museum of Fine Arts.
– Mary Oliver, At the River Clarion
It is officially monsoon in Yangon! No more half-assed Thingyan showers. Full on rain pouring down on blocked sewage and the low land of Yangon. It is quite a nasty scene in downtown grids and the low part of Golden Valley during monsoon.
Rain makes today the best day to go gallery-hopping around town. I get to check “Spend an entire day visiting art galleries in Yangon” off my three-year long bucket list while helping my colleague Carlos to select some paintings for his new apartment. This young man scanned the entire digital library at Pansodan. Don’t underestimate.
There are definitely three galleries I would make a point to visiting in Yangon. Our gallery-hopping took us four hours today, starting with a Kachin lunch at Pyay Way’s Nawaday Tharlar Gallery, stopping by U Aung’s Pansodan Scene and original Pansodan Gallery for coffee, and ending with Gill’s River Art II behind the office of Inland Water Transport.
A rainy Sunday well-spent, where the comfort of art shelters one from thunder storms out the window.
A Peaceful Summer by Myat Kyawt
I would travel
Is this little girl part of the exhibition?
Where lots happen