November 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
Once more, I invite you to discover a photographer who sets up dream-like sceneries. Just stumbled upon Pipo’s pictures. They remind me of those strange dreams you can have sometimes, in which everything is so disproportionate compared to reality. Or in which the light is so peculiar you could swear it’s really too bright for the scene to be happening in real life.
I guess that’s the power of photography: being able to capture moments that wouldn’t exist if not in our imagination. Someone said once “there’s nothing as beautiful as what you can imagine” – meaning real life will always be more dull than the thread of our minds. Maybe so. But in some way, if we can set up dreams through the lens of a camera, can we not capture a fragment of reality so?
November 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
by e e Cummings.
I just remembered a poem, from quite some time ago, that was sent to me by a friend. Actually I can’t remember if it was Paul who sent it to me or someone else. I don’t even talk to Paul any longer. But when I met him first in London a couple of years ago, I might have fallen in love with the arty side of him – that turned out to be his proper personality. Well, Paul, I don’t know if you sent me this poem. But it did marked my mind.
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
November 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Glencoe, Scotland, 2012. Main character : Daniel Craig as Agent 007, aka James Bond. Featuring Judi Dench as M. And a handful of other very good actors, although I didn’t appreciate Javier Bardem’s character as much as I could have, I guess.
There are a lot of things I really like in the movie. The rhythm was perfectly maintained as the story unrolled. There was no action for the sake of action, not so many explosions or gadgets. Everything went smoothly and was perfectly timed. I found it was a wise choice to make the movie unfold the way it did because it was coherent with the main message of the movie: the difficult transition between past methods that can seem obsolete and new ways of conceiving the world that can sometimes go too fast. It clearly left us time to think about it.
There was mainly something about the geography elected for the movie. An alternation between ancient, supra-modern, traditional, abandoned and historical.
Of course, I felt elated by the part in Scotland. Where could Bond come from if not from this country of real men and wild legends? Where else could the movie end than in a country that still combines ancient stories, methods, and modern cities? I loved entering the Skyfall Manor, with its great chandeliers and the cold icy air you could almost feel through the narrow windows. It reminded me of the castles still standing up there.
And the secret tunnel.. the tunnel. Loved the tunnel, of course: everything that is underground is so exciting. I would like to point the interesting fact that Kincade points out that when Bond’s parents died, he stayed in that tunnel, for two days under the moor. “And when he came out, he wasn’t a little boy anymore”. As if the land had given second birth to the man himself.
Actually, I would say Skyfall provided a travel through time thanks to the places crossed. Past, present, future. I would especially like to draw a parallel between Shanghai the Superb and the forsaken (Chinese?) island off the coast of… where actually? An abandoned place that has suddenly grown old because of the lie of a mad man. Lies that wear out the world we used to know. I’ll let you think about this… latest Bond adventure, highly recommended.
Oh, and don’t forget to listen to Adele’s wonderful voice:
November 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Remember the Barcelona jewellery shop La Basilica Galeria I told you about, well, already one year ago? It’s an enchanting place. Nested in the heart of the Barrio Gothic – if I remember well – this gallery-shop kept me fascinated for all that time because unfortunately, I didn’t get to spend enough time over there. Lately, the trays with animal heads I had seen hanging on the walls back then, with no author name, appeared on my Facebook wall… and I was like : “Oh my god! These are the strange trays I liked so much!”. So I wrote a word on the shop’s blog, asking for the craftsman’s name.
They happen to be made by a French atelier actually! Chauvinistic parenthesis: I’m always proud when reviewing French artists. And so, yeah, the trays are made by Ibride, an “Atelier de Création” based in the east of France. They make a lot of these hybrid creatures dressed in 18th and 19th century costumes. I like the idea of matching an animal to a human being. Partly because I find it amusing, partly because I suspect we all have an animal within us. Well and another point is that animals remain the symbols of all sorts of ideas and feelings. For example, hereabove, the birds ideally represent love. Don’t ask me why, they’re just the perfect animals to figure it.
My favourite series by Ibride is entitled “Les Dandys” – unsurprisingly. Discover the animal side of Rastignac, Bel-Ami, Dantès…
All 36 trays of these collections are sold in La Basilica Galeria: everyday, a new tray is posted on the website. And if you like the shop, don’t forget to follow their Facebook page!
All pictures properties of La Basilica Galeria.
November 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
We all have dreams of flying away. I have that dream in which I slowly float up in the air and start air-travelling as if I were swimming in the sky. Wonderful landscapes people dreams of that sort. When I accidentally stumbled upon French photographer Maia Flore, I had the feeling that I was being transported into childhood dreams again. A dream-like atmosphere is wrapping the photographies of the series “Sleep Elevations”. She seems to be recreating the very essence of sleep itself : the mass of the body Vs the ethereal sensation of sleep.
I have read certain comments about this work – probably by some better photography critics than I am, right – that were evoking the idea of sacrifice and despair. So I might be retarded in some ways or, at the best, weird, but I’m not feeling anything like this through these. My interpretation is closer to the poetry of dreams, I actually find these scenes peaceful, full of tranquility and in some ways – hope. Hope of evasion, hope of reaching another world. Does it contain a sense of morbidity in the way that you would have to pass through death to find that world? Not so sure – I regularly enter new worlds through my dreams. But that’s just my humble interpretation…
November 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
More evidence that Disney princesses go on fascinating us after so many years and so many stories, is that Harrods Magazine just re-imagined them in a haute couture version for their new campaign. Beautiful pictures to prepare us to the magic of Xmas celebrations. I want to say there’s something I really enjoy : seeing cartoon characters embodied by human figures. It’s like a dream come true, isn’t it ? Who hasn’t ever dreamt of being a Disney character ? Enjoy, little girl.
I think my favourite one is Princess Aurora… I have a crush for the tale of Sleeping Beauty. Actually, I read a version of that tale one day that pointed to an obvious fact : when time catches up with the princess, obviously she is 100 years old already, so she stays awake for a couple of seconds, sees her prince, loves him with a smile, and dies… Beautiful interpretation and quite true. But this is yet another story, isn’t it ? I’ll let you enjoy the video made by Harrods, instead of telling you about sad fairytales.
November 3, 2012 § Leave a comment
The moment is the measuring unit of a life. Some can be so intense they seem to last eternally.
Last winter, I started to work with two friends – both great guys – who wanted to launch their t-shirt brand. Actually, I had been invited at a birthday party in a Parisian bar – the Mecano, if you wondered – and was sitting near a friend of a friend of the friend who was celebrating a birthday. Quite a remote connection, so. And I don’t know how we came to have that conversation, but I heard myself saying “Oh yeah, of course I can write in English and give you a hand with the translation” – and my inner self was saying “Working for a tshirt brand! How great!”. Well, and this all resulted in my participating into a project that just came to life a couple of weeks ago :
What I did for them was writing and translating the texts on the website.
Why do I love this project? Well first because I like the nostalgia expressed through the quality of light in polaroids. It’s something special, isn’t it? Few cameras can produce the same effect – if none. And second, I like the way they try to unite two dimensions – past and present – very trendy nowadays. Yes, trendy, exactly: see the Instagram trend that is absolutely dominating. Pola9 is a bit of a reflection of what our generation is trying to express: the need to grow up from vintage roots, because the aesthetics of the previous decades cannot be denied, they have to be at the foundations of our visual imagination. It’s a way to convey disappearing emotions. It’s also a way to pretend we live in a lasting world while the worlds goes much too fast for us.