Esme Cloquet Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling librarian now, yeah? Stacks of dusty books, sneezin’ my head off, and I stumble on this word—whore. Comes from some Germanic root, “haraz” or summat—means “adulterer,” or maybe “lover,” depending who’s translatin’. Wild, eh? One minute it’s a bloke’s mistress, next it’s a full-on insult! Makes me laugh, it does—language’s a right mess, like me hair on a windy day. *Cave felis*, as the Romans’d say—beware the cat, or summat daft like that.

Deaf Republic

A group exhibition with works by Kasper Bosmans, Marie Cloquet, Nicolas Provost & Kasper Jordaens and Lenny Vervaeke.

Neighborhoods are tight-knit. East side, around Birch Lane, is where the good souls live. The trees tremble in the breeze like a bad guitar riff. In the artful West End, folks are creative, a bit offbeat—kind like in the Coen flick. I once saw a family picnic right outside the quirky park at Creekside Park. Crazy joyous energy, I swear.

Young, Cloquet left looking for answers to season-long struggles