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Au commencement, il y a une anecdote, de peu d'intérêt : une déchirure musculaire. Je me suis donc retrouvée à apprivoiser la douleur, à vivre avec, et au ralenti. Slow motion, very slow indeed. Je commence, à peine, à poser le pied par terre. Sur terre...
I was waiting for this parcel. A book. Damaged, as I like them. A book dated 1960, first edition. A book of photographs by Irving Penn, huge photographer who passed away on the 7th of October 2009 in his Manhattan appartment. The title itself is just...
© Yuki Onodera, Galerie RX P comme Pathétique ? Je n'aime pas Paris-Photo. Les images se tiennent dans des boxes, dans des cases, chacune correspondant à une Galerie ou un Editeur. Ici on parle business, on note des prix, et les images essaient d'exister....
Scary Monsters Super Creeps. Ashes to Ashes. Petroushka. Joker. Dark Clown on a chicken farm (Tom Waits). So many images. I love that image. Yesterday, making of. • •
I have an irresistible prejudice in favor of dotted lines. And what if life was only a dotted line ? • •
Sometimes you look at somebody and you can feel the person's crack-ups. Inside. Under your own skin. You just look at this human being and you think : life has not been treating him/her well.It might be a minor detail, a soft indifference to anything,...
Les soirées dites de "Danse Contemporaine", avec oeuvres multiples, me comblent rarement. Ce fut pourtant le cas avec cette soirée de rêve, parfaite de bout en bout, présentée à l'Opéra de Paris. Garnier. Je précise "Garnier" parce que c'est important....
Let me tell you a secret : I hate blogs. ... ?!? We've been through this already ! ;-) OK. So, the whole story. Snapshots, again. (Yop, the best is yet to come...) Things like this... : • & more in the album : "Going West" •
Let me tell you a secret : I hate blogs. It seems to me that, for some reason, if you're writing a blog you could have the dignity to not follow the supposed rules : NOT writing every day, NOT advertising about your blog, NOT telling anything too personnal,...
So, I've done it. Put my alarme clock at 5 AM. (Nice feeling to be droven by light for one week, apart from sunrise & sunset anything suited me). Arrived there. Looked at these trees, standing there like special characters. Been crazy enough to disdain...