popco &laquo; WordPress.com Tag Feed http://en.wordpress.com/tag/popco/ Feed of posts on WordPress.com tagged "popco" Sat, 26 Dec 2009 11:07:29 +0000 http://en.wordpress.com/tags/ en <![CDATA[T is for Thomas]]> http://fenlandtalesandbeyond.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/t-is-for-thomas/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:42:00 +0000 glittergal4091 http://fenlandtalesandbeyond.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/t-is-for-thomas/

Scarlett Thomas is probably best well known for The End of Mr Y, the black tinged page book with the striking red cover. Popco is the re-issued 2004 novel – a blue tinged paged book with a striking blue cover.
Thomas has an odd tone of voice which won’t sit well with all readers. It’s hard to describe, but is generally slightly standoffish, almost patronising. Popco has a similar tone of voice, but Thomas obviously loves language so much that you can overlook this.
Popco is the story of Alice Butler, a twenty nine year old cryptanalyst/cryptographer. She lives in a tiny London flat with her cat, and works for toy company, Popco. The book opens with a corporate excursion to Devon, which Alice travels to alone, as she doesn’t enjoy crowds. From the outset, then, she’s a loner, someone who’s happy with her own company. It’s lucky that she’s a likeable protagonist.
The location of the majority of the book is an isolated mansion in the middle of Dartmoor, designed to get the creative juices flowing amongst the bright young creative things. Alice is quickly selected for a mysterious ‘secret project’, along with a few others she’s noticed in the crowd. I don’t want to write too much about the plot, but basically she realises that she is disillusioned with Popco and the principles at it’s foundation.
There are times where the story falls away slightly, and the propaganda undertones are exposed a little more forcefully than expected, but I never felt preached to. One conversation in particular has stuck with me, and that was one around why vegans are vegans. Milk comes from cows, but cows don’t produce milk without being pregnant, or in a state of pregnancy. It’s an obvious conclusion, but one that’s left out of the children’s stories. The milk we drink comes from cows who are pregnant for the whole of their generally short lives, who don’t get to see their calves. When you look at it like that, it puts that glass of milk in a whole different light, doesn’t it?
Apart from the anti-establishment message, Alice is concerned with solving a treasure map left by her late grandfather. A cryptologist himself, he taught her everything she knows about cracking codes. This part of the book is interesting as Thomas manages to teach the reader fairly complex methods of code cracking without being too heavy or boring. I’m not that great at maths, but I managed to keep up for most of it.
A couple of chapters in the book tell the story behind the treasure map, about two lovers I immediately dubbed ‘Dread Pirate Roberts’ and ‘Buttercup’ as the story seemed to be straight out of The Princess Bride. Despite this, there was enough of a difference to ignore the similarities. Usually I find intertwined stories to be a bit of a distrraction from the ‘real’plot, but in this case it worked really well.
Popco isn’t for everyone, but I found the story, coupled with well drawn characters and, of course, the pretty cover, came together to make a good book. I especially enjoyed the little phrases and idea Alice comes out with, such as the one where she talks about footsteps having a tune, or note, of their own.
If you’ve read and enjoyed The End of Mr Y, you’ll enjoy this too. If you like puzzle solving, you’ll like this. 
]]> <![CDATA[T is for Thomas]]> http://glittergal4091.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/t-is-for-thomas/ Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:42:00 +0000 glittergal4091 http://glittergal4091.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/t-is-for-thomas/

Scarlett Thomas is probably best well known for The End of Mr Y, the black tinged page book with the striking red cover. Popco is the re-issued 2004 novel – a blue tinged paged book with a striking blue cover.
Thomas has an odd tone of voice which won’t sit well with all readers. It’s hard to describe, but is generally slightly standoffish, almost patronising. Popco has a similar tone of voice, but Thomas obviously loves language so much that you can overlook this.
Popco is the story of Alice Butler, a twenty nine year old cryptanalyst/cryptographer. She lives in a tiny London flat with her cat, and works for toy company, Popco. The book opens with a corporate excursion to Devon, which Alice travels to alone, as she doesn’t enjoy crowds. From the outset, then, she’s a loner, someone who’s happy with her own company. It’s lucky that she’s a likeable protagonist.
The location of the majority of the book is an isolated mansion in the middle of Dartmoor, designed to get the creative juices flowing amongst the bright young creative things. Alice is quickly selected for a mysterious ‘secret project’, along with a few others she’s noticed in the crowd. I don’t want to write too much about the plot, but basically she realises that she is disillusioned with Popco and the principles at it’s foundation.
There are times where the story falls away slightly, and the propaganda undertones are exposed a little more forcefully than expected, but I never felt preached to. One conversation in particular has stuck with me, and that was one around why vegans are vegans. Milk comes from cows, but cows don’t produce milk without being pregnant, or in a state of pregnancy. It’s an obvious conclusion, but one that’s left out of the children’s stories. The milk we drink comes from cows who are pregnant for the whole of their generally short lives, who don’t get to see their calves. When you look at it like that, it puts that glass of milk in a whole different light, doesn’t it?
Apart from the anti-establishment message, Alice is concerned with solving a treasure map left by her late grandfather. A cryptologist himself, he taught her everything she knows about cracking codes. This part of the book is interesting as Thomas manages to teach the reader fairly complex methods of code cracking without being too heavy or boring. I’m not that great at maths, but I managed to keep up for most of it.
A couple of chapters in the book tell the story behind the treasure map, about two lovers I immediately dubbed ‘Dread Pirate Roberts’ and ‘Buttercup’ as the story seemed to be straight out of The Princess Bride. Despite this, there was enough of a difference to ignore the similarities. Usually I find intertwined stories to be a bit of a distrraction from the ‘real’plot, but in this case it worked really well.
Popco isn’t for everyone, but I found the story, coupled with well drawn characters and, of course, the pretty cover, came together to make a good book. I especially enjoyed the little phrases and idea Alice comes out with, such as the one where she talks about footsteps having a tune, or note, of their own.
If you’ve read and enjoyed The End of Mr Y, you’ll enjoy this too. If you like puzzle solving, you’ll like this. 
]]> <![CDATA[S is for Süskind]]> http://fenlandtalesandbeyond.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/s-is-for-suskind/ Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:48:00 +0000 glittergal4091 http://fenlandtalesandbeyond.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/s-is-for-suskind/
I actually learned how to create an umlaut for this review. I’ll probably forget as soon as I’ve finished, but there you go, at least I made the effort.
Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, has been around for a quarter of a century in published form. Although set in historical France, it was originally written in German, but handily translated.
The title gives a fairly accurate summary of the plot, but the book is so much more than that. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille is born into a world of poverty and dirt, as his mother shrugs him off like she did the rest of his siblings. Unlike her previous children, Jean-Baptiste refuses to give up, and his newborn cries condemn his neglectful mother to the guillotine. This happens in the first six pages, which might give you an idea of how fast paced the novel is. From his ill fated mother through to the rest of the masters he has throughout the book, Jean-Baptiste is the Angel of Death, as all who take him in suffer a lonely or unwanted death.
Jean-Baptiste has the greatest nose in the world. He can pick out people from miles away, and unravel scents as though unwinding a scarf. Very early on, he begins to collect smells as other people collect books, gathering them together in order to make the perfect smell. While on his quest, he realises that he does not smell. He can tell what a customer has had for lunch a week earlier, but he cannot smell. This might seem to be a distinct advantage to most readers – no more money spent on deodorants or perfume in an effort to smell acceptable at all times. However, for Grenouille, it proves to be a burden as without smell he is invisible in a crowd. Worse than that, he is abhorrent face to face – people avoid him without knowing why. Grenouille manages to create his own scent, and finds more success from then on. Perhaps this is because he gains confidence due to the fact that he has a smell, rather than his application of a fake smell. Either way, he finds himself more socially accepted.
Süskind’s idea that a person’s unique smell is representative of their soul is quite interesting. I even found myself sniffing the inside of my elbows (the place where the scent comes out strongest, apparently) in an attempt to smell me. It didn’t work, and it was a good job I was at home and not out in public, quite frankly. It seems to make sense, though – everyone does have a certain smell, no matter what perfumes they use. It’s not about sweat or smelly feet, but deeper than that. Maybe what you eat or drink makes a difference. Perhaps happy people smell nicer, and so are happy as a result.
As far as his writing goes, Süskind’s prose is impressive. For a fairly heavy subject matter, the book dances along through Grenouille’s childhood and teenage years with a very light touch. He is succinct and articulate, with a pleasing tone of voice which never veers towards being patronising or boring.
His characters are impressive too – Grenouille is a murderer but he is made into a sympathetic figure because he is painted as lonely, in search of love but with the knowledge that he is too strange to be loved. He is described as a pet, a tick, a cuckoo in the nest – very rarely as human.
When Grenouille begins murdering properly, the narrator shifts to someone else, who reports on the killings. This is very clever as the reader is obviously aware that it’s Grenouille, but no-one else is. We are therefore in the position of knowing the mystery and being able to view it from the bewildered townspeople’s perspective.
I was familiar with the story as I saw the 2006 film of the same name. The story is fairly faithfully followed in the film, although understandably conversations and characters are jettisoned in favour of pacing. One of the main differences for me, though, was that Grenouille is unattractive in the book, with scars and carbuncles from slave labour and diseases adorning his face and body. In the film, he’s played by Ben Whishaw, who is not unattractive, in my opinion. I suppose that’s the difference between film and book – as his confidence grew, so did his social success. Perhaps he was not ugly, but felt so until he acquired new clothes and a scent of his own.
I’d recommend Perfume to people who enjoy an historical novel that’s a bit different. Don’t be put off if you’ve seen the film – I found the language to be easy to read and the description was kept to a minimum, allowing the reader to imagine items for themselves.
Next week – Scarlet Thomas’ Popco. It’s so pretty – I’m looking forward to reading it!
]]> <![CDATA[S is for Süskind]]> http://glittergal4091.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/s-is-for-suskind/ Mon, 16 Nov 2009 12:48:00 +0000 glittergal4091 http://glittergal4091.wordpress.com/2009/11/16/s-is-for-suskind/
I actually learned how to create an umlaut for this review. I’ll probably forget as soon as I’ve finished, but there you go, at least I made the effort.
Patrick Süskind’s Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, has been around for a quarter of a century in published form. Although set in historical France, it was originally written in German, but handily translated.
The title gives a fairly accurate summary of the plot, but the book is so much more than that. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille is born into a world of poverty and dirt, as his mother shrugs him off like she did the rest of his siblings. Unlike her previous children, Jean-Baptiste refuses to give up, and his newborn cries condemn his neglectful mother to the guillotine. This happens in the first six pages, which might give you an idea of how fast paced the novel is. From his ill fated mother through to the rest of the masters he has throughout the book, Jean-Baptiste is the Angel of Death, as all who take him in suffer a lonely or unwanted death.
Jean-Baptiste has the greatest nose in the world. He can pick out people from miles away, and unravel scents as though unwinding a scarf. Very early on, he begins to collect smells as other people collect books, gathering them together in order to make the perfect smell. While on his quest, he realises that he does not smell. He can tell what a customer has had for lunch a week earlier, but he cannot smell. This might seem to be a distinct advantage to most readers – no more money spent on deodorants or perfume in an effort to smell acceptable at all times. However, for Grenouille, it proves to be a burden as without smell he is invisible in a crowd. Worse than that, he is abhorrent face to face – people avoid him without knowing why. Grenouille manages to create his own scent, and finds more success from then on. Perhaps this is because he gains confidence due to the fact that he has a smell, rather than his application of a fake smell. Either way, he finds himself more socially accepted.
Süskind’s idea that a person’s unique smell is representative of their soul is quite interesting. I even found myself sniffing the inside of my elbows (the place where the scent comes out strongest, apparently) in an attempt to smell me. It didn’t work, and it was a good job I was at home and not out in public, quite frankly. It seems to make sense, though – everyone does have a certain smell, no matter what perfumes they use. It’s not about sweat or smelly feet, but deeper than that. Maybe what you eat or drink makes a difference. Perhaps happy people smell nicer, and so are happy as a result.
As far as his writing goes, Süskind’s prose is impressive. For a fairly heavy subject matter, the book dances along through Grenouille’s childhood and teenage years with a very light touch. He is succinct and articulate, with a pleasing tone of voice which never veers towards being patronising or boring.
His characters are impressive too – Grenouille is a murderer but he is made into a sympathetic figure because he is painted as lonely, in search of love but with the knowledge that he is too strange to be loved. He is described as a pet, a tick, a cuckoo in the nest – very rarely as human.
When Grenouille begins murdering properly, the narrator shifts to someone else, who reports on the killings. This is very clever as the reader is obviously aware that it’s Grenouille, but no-one else is. We are therefore in the position of knowing the mystery and being able to view it from the bewildered townspeople’s perspective.
I was familiar with the story as I saw the 2006 film of the same name. The story is fairly faithfully followed in the film, although understandably conversations and characters are jettisoned in favour of pacing. One of the main differences for me, though, was that Grenouille is unattractive in the book, with scars and carbuncles from slave labour and diseases adorning his face and body. In the film, he’s played by Ben Whishaw, who is not unattractive, in my opinion. I suppose that’s the difference between film and book – as his confidence grew, so did his social success. Perhaps he was not ugly, but felt so until he acquired new clothes and a scent of his own.
I’d recommend Perfume to people who enjoy an historical novel that’s a bit different. Don’t be put off if you’ve seen the film – I found the language to be easy to read and the description was kept to a minimum, allowing the reader to imagine items for themselves.
Next week – Scarlet Thomas’ Popco. It’s so pretty – I’m looking forward to reading it!
]]> <![CDATA[Angels and Demons]]> http://doctorbeatnik.wordpress.com/2009/09/18/angels-and-demons/ Fri, 18 Sep 2009 10:20:27 +0000 Steven Harris http://doctorbeatnik.wordpress.com/2009/09/18/angels-and-demons/

Angels & DemonsI had wanted to see this at the cinema when it opened but, having finally caught up with it on DVD, I am glad that didn’t work out. Whereas the Da Vinci Code somehow managed to make a tight, gripping and quite different action movie (different for film, computer games are no strangers to exploring the bloodline of Christ), Angels and Demons has taken a book by Dan Brown which is actually better than the original novel of the Da Vinci Code, and turned it into a far worse adaptation.

I was surprised to enjoy the first film, but good scripting and standout performances from Tom Hanks and Audrey Tatou emphasised the human element within the grander (and rather ludicrous) religious/historical plot. With Angels and Demons the human nuances have been stripped from the film script, to the detriment of the overall plot as, without being encouraged to care about the somewhat pompous Harvard symbologist and the ‘only seems to be there for eye candy’ Cerne scientist, we care far less about the outcome of the narrative.

In the novel we are offered a thorough examination of the rift that violently separated the Catholic Church and science from the time of Galileo. In the film it is thrown at the audience in one or two breathless lines of dialogue delivered between shots of running towards danger and running away from danger.

In the novel we are given enough of the histories of Langdon and of Vittoria and a sufficient glimpse into the thoughts of the camerlengo to comprehend quite why such drastic (again, also ludicrous) acts are being undertaken under the shadow of Vatican City. The film is more interested in flaunting its special effects team and shocking us a little more than I thought the 12 certificate implied with shots of cardinals’ chests branded with red hot ambigrams, empty eye sockets and self-immolation.

The end result is a bitty story arc which collapses into a succession of action scenes which barely sustain any tension and certainly fail to make the story seem like a progression towards a thrilling conclusion.

It is quite possibly the worst film Tom Hanks has made since Joe and the Volcano. All good runs come to an end, I guess. And as for Ewen McGregor’s Irish accent, if he is that awful why cast him? The camerlengo was Italian in the novel; did the film really need another box office name to boost sales? Well, perhaps Ron Howard knew he was making a stinker from the off and thought he’d better drag another star down with him. But there are plenty of excellent Italian actors out there. Hell, there are even some British ones who know the difference between a Southern Irish accent and the way an Ulsterman speaks.

If nothing else I can thank the film for weaning me off my dirty pleasure of reading Dan Brown. Perhaps now I can get back to some more weighty literature, and pray Ron Howard doesn’t decide to make an all-action version of PopCo next.

]]> <![CDATA[PopCo]]> http://elem3ntal.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/popco/ Tue, 15 Sep 2009 17:28:28 +0000 elem3ntal http://elem3ntal.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/popco/

popcoPopCo es la sexta novela de Scarlett Thomas, escrita en 2004.  En ella, de la mano de Alice Butler como protagonista, la autora nos presenta un collage de múltiples historias que aderezan la trama principal de la narración. Cuentos de piratas, la receta de un pastel, publicidad, estrategias de marketing, criptogramas, vegetarianos y matemáticas, constituyen algunos de los temas más relevantes de esta novela que la autora ha pretendido narrar con un “Patchwork approach” según sus propias palabras,  para  crear un estilo diferente al de la típica fórmula narrativa,  con el que asegura divertirse mucho más al escribir.

La novela, narrada en primera persona por la protagonista, combina el pasado y el presente, en el que conocemos la inusual infancia de Alice, -abandonada por su padre a los nueve años y criada por sus abuelos- y la Alice adulta,  que trabaja en PopCo creando juegos para niños de nueve a doce años y que empieza a tener dudas acerca de la moralidad de su trabajo. Aunque la narración está bien ejecutada, y los cambios de tiempo se hacen lo suficientemente perceptibles,  sí eché de menos ciertos cambios en la voz de la Alice niña, pues me parece inconcebible que, por muy inteligente que ya fuera a sus nueve años,  hablara exactamente de la misma manera en la que lo hace en el presente.

Por otro lado, y aunque a algunos no les convenza del todo la variedad de temas y historias que se entrelazan con la trama principal, no se puede negar que la autora aporta mucha información y tópicos relacionados con la cultura pop, el capitalismo y la sociedad actual,  expuestos a partir de los diálogos de los colegas de Alice, y que sus duda plantean temas y discusiones que no dejan al lector indiferente.

Es obvio que la Thomas decidió encajar cierto mensaje moral en la novela, y lo hace hábilmente jugando a los contrastes, como el de la “Inocencia” de los niños que consumen los juguetes creados por PopCo con  la hostilidad y agresividad del marketing y el corporativismo más brutal. De la misma manera, la protagonista se plantea a lo largo de la historia el dilema que provoca el control del corporativismo versus la libertad personal. Un dilema que se contagia al lector, que se encuentra planteándose cuál es su posición acerca de las varias discusiones filosóficas que se cruzan en su camino durante la lectura del libro.

Scarlett Thomas propone una lectura entretenida, informativa e inusual dentro de la típica estructura de la novela clásica,  en la que según mi opinión,  la fuerza del tercer acto y la resolución de la trama principal quedan un poco diluidas en su resolución. Sin embargo, este hecho no invalida el resto de la novela, llena de aventuras, explicaciones y discusiones que vale la pena descubrir.

Laia Vilaseca.

]]> <![CDATA[New Half-Blood Prince merchandise figure and Hogwarts DVD set ]]> http://sugarcoveredquills.org/2009/06/01/new-half-blood-prince-merchandise-figure-and-hogwarts-dvd-set/ Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:32:34 +0000 thepoisonquill http://sugarcoveredquills.org/2009/06/01/new-half-blood-prince-merchandise-figure-and-hogwarts-dvd-set/ <![CDATA[The Sunday Salon - PopCo]]> http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/22/the-sunday-salon-popco-2/ Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:13:49 +0000 J http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/22/the-sunday-salon-popco-2/

popco2 I finally finished PopCo this morning, it was an interesting book. Billed as a book about the toy industry, it isn’t really, yes the main character Alice works for the toy company PopCo but it’s so much more than that. It’s about cryptography, maths, how bloody horrible it is to be 11 and trying to fit into your new school, veganism and anti-consumerism. I can’t really say anything more about the plot because to do so would be giving at least something away. It raises some interesting points about consumerism and the final solution offered in the book, you have to wonder whether it really was ethical considering this global financial chaos we are now in and whether organisations like the ones described in the book really do exist. A good read if you’re a fan of Naomi Klein. I’ve also read Scarlett Thomas’ The End of Mr. Y and I did think PopCo was better, if anything because The End of Mr. Y got a bit too weird at the end.

Reading this has made me very curious about Scarlett Thomas as an author, there a few interesting bits about her on the web, notably her myspace page with the apt url of http://www.myspace.com/isadisgrace, there’s also an interview with her here. She comes across very intensely, just like her books.

Reading PopCo has been a good lesson though from a writing perspective, Alice narrates the story from an adult perspective and of that of a child’s and Thomas gets miserable, loner 11 year old so right, yet doesn’t distort the voice so much that it doesn’t sound like the adult Alice is a too different person. Nicola Morgan’s blog Help! I NEED a Publisher! had a good post on voice recently.

]]> <![CDATA[The Sunday Salon - a maths lesson]]> http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/15/the-sunday-salon-a-maths-lesson/ Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:33:31 +0000 J http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/15/the-sunday-salon-a-maths-lesson/

Girl Lacer had a birthday party to attend today and as the party venue was on the way into town, I’d been looking forward for ages to dropping her off and then having a nice quiet sit down in a cafe in town, with a cup of coffee, a bit of cake and a good book for a couple of hours. However as today approached the list of things I also needed to do in town, as I was going to be in there anyway, increased and in the end all I got was a measly 20 minutes in the cafe above the supermarket before having to go and get Girl Lacer again. I didn’t even have a decent cup of coffee and some cake, as they were out of nice looking cake, so I had a bar of Green & Blacks and going for chocolate seemed to call more for a cold drink instead.

Anyway I am still reading PopCo, it’s a fascinating book, like having a good conversation with a very knowledgeable, slightly nerdy, slightly quirky friend. Since my last post on the subject, what else has the book covered in my week’s reading? Um, from as diverse subjects as cryptography in World War II to viral marketing of teenage toys. The little bit I was reading in the cafe today was on the subject of axioms and a mathematician called Godel. I don’t think I completely understood it but I do now know what an axiom is, it’s the basic building blocks that a mathematical theory is built on, sort of 1 + 1 always equals 2 sort of thing, it’s something you don’t have to prove, you just know but this mathematician Godel theorised what if these axioms that are the building blocks of all these theories were wrong, the theories would therefore be wrong. And then it goes on about something to do with aleph null and aleph one, which I think is something to do with infinity which Girl Lacer would find interesting possibly as she’s been fascinated recently by the concept of infinity, she count up to all the numbers she knows and then goes “infinity 1, infinity 2″ and so on and so on. I’ve told her you can’t get greater than infinity, so I’d tell her about aleph if only I actually a) understood it b) could explain it to a 5 year old.

]]> <![CDATA[The Sunday Salon: PopCo]]> http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/08/the-sunday-salon-popco/ Sun, 08 Feb 2009 10:49:27 +0000 J http://lacer.wordpress.com/2009/02/08/the-sunday-salon-popco/

the-end-of-mr-ypopco1 I read Scarlett Thomas’  The End of Mr. Y after I was attracted by the highly wantable cover last year and I loved it. I was aware that she had written other stuff, notably PopCo and always thought I’d get round to reading Pop Co at some point but it was only when they changed the cover of PopCo to match The End of Mr. Y cover did I suddenly really want to read it, which goes to show that I’m shallow and how you design a product really works.

I’m about a 100 pages into PopCo and so far there’s been a lot about toy marketing (PopCo is a toy company), cryptography and lateral thinking. It’s an ‘interesting’  book, the main character, who I’m convinced has Aspergers (although I’m prone to spotting it in anything) as she dislikes crowded places, has trouble getting on with people and is good at puzzles, works for PopCo. She and her colleagues are at a company retreat where they are given a special project. So far there’s been hints about a troubled background and someone is leaving the main character coded messages. Other than that I’m sort of waiting for something to happen, but Scarlett Thomas definitely has a unique writing style.

]]> <![CDATA[The "lit" part]]> http://corplit.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/the-lit-part/ Mon, 12 Jan 2009 18:01:52 +0000 Margrit http://corplit.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/the-lit-part/ <![CDATA[Haut les mains!!!!]]> http://cutkillavince.wordpress.com/2008/05/13/haut-les-mains/ Tue, 13 May 2008 05:10:52 +0000 Cutkillavince http://cutkillavince.wordpress.com/2008/05/13/haut-les-mains/

C’est en consultant une review du Sanyo Xacti VPC CG9 sur un site coréen que j’ai découvert ces 2 photos que je trouve très sympathiques ;) J’aime bien la mise en scène façon “Western” de ces photos, c’est original et fun à la fois, non? En tout cas, je suis fan :D Je profite également de ce billet pour vous souhaiter à toutes et tous une bonne et courte semaine ;)

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