All that is rare is expensive;
An inexpensive horse is a rare thing.
Therefore, an inexpensive horse is expensive.

Such is the absurdity of the syllogism. Here is another nonsense, less playful, that relates to the fate of racehorses when they are sent into retirement. Some breeds, such as that of Dauphin, a racehorse adopted by a Quebecois actress Elyzabeth Walling and therefore saved from death, are not meant to be riding horses. Being trained and used as racehorses all their lives, it is difficult and expensive to provide them with a new vocation. A horse can live up to 30 years, but at the age of 6 or 7 years, it no longer corresponds to the requirement that are expected of them at the races which often can mean the end of his racing career as well as the end of his life. The moment when tenderness becomes scarce and expensive.

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Alexeï Kovalev

For once it was useful to speak Russian

Alexeï Kovalev

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Fashion Night in Montreal for Burundi

An old house is not a typical place for a fashion show, and all the better. One March night in 2012, an unexpected event takes place at the Alpha Delta Phi fraternity house, Stanley street, in Montreal. The event brings together young designers (Moral Fibers, IC Cherry, and Line & Sky), volunteers models, photographers, makeup artists, DJs, and guests, all inspired by the mysterious and festive vibe of the place. In the semi-lighted hallways and stairs, figures wearing flimsy dresses glide. A dog observes them, the smell of hair spray and nail polish floats in the air. Everybody is here to support the case of End Poverty Now: 100% of the benefits go to a women’s agricultural training program in Burundi, a project that promotes financial independence and sustainability. Photographically and emotionally, it is quite an unusual experience to see a fashion show, neither glamorous or artificially perfect




Wedding and Liberty

« Un, c’est la folie. Deux, c’est la fatalité. Trois, c’est la liberté ». Tel était le credo qu’affichait un ami, avec qui j’aimais bien refaire le monde à l’heure où le soleil dort, quand j’étais étudiant. Il me répétait souvent cette espèce d’aphorisme qui résumait, selon lui, les difficultés et les contradictions inhérentes à toute alliance. Depuis, cet ami est devenu professeur de philosophie au lycée, il sait donc défendre ses thèses avec des références élevées. Mais voici comment, à cette époque primesautière où il nous arrivait de tremper le nez dans la bière, il défendait sa table des correspondances : « C’est vrai, quoi. Si tu pètes et que tu es seul, pas de retenue, tu peux y aller tant que tu veux. Tu es fou. À deux, tu es pris dans un piège fatal : si ce n’est pas moi qui ai pété, c’est l’autre. À partir de trois, le coupable n’est plus identifiable, donc c’est la liberté. » Philosophie magazine, N61

Wedding and Liberty by Daria Marchenko