Somebody asked about my blog's name. Yes, it's named after the Baudelaire prose poem Le Mauvais Vitrier. Pretentious, moi?
The poet, living in a poor Parisian area, gets a visit from a glazier; he calls him up the stairs and examines his panes. Once he finds out the glazier only brough clear panes he's enraged, pushes the poor guy down the stairs and even throws a potted plant at him, crying "La Vie en Beau!"
With life being sometimes a rather bleak affair, don't bother to come knocking if you're not bringing "rose-coloured panes, magic panes, panes of paradise", anything that let's us look at life a little differently than before. So, this is my collection of coloured glass. Cute, isn't it?
Go read the text if you have time. Or some of the others from Spleen de Paris. Fascinating stories. One could write a book about them; but then, Charles Baudelaire already did.