ANNE DENIAU aka ANN RAY - from Z to A

B comme Blanc / B like Blank

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:50:00 +0100

Toujours debout devant une page blanche.

Still standing in front of a blank page.

Les yeux grands fermés.

Eyes wide shut.

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S comme/like Siddharta

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:33:00 +0100

La vie est une fée et une sorcière.

Life is a witch and a fairy.

Siddharta. L'éveil...

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© Anne Deniau, 11 février 2010.

E comme Essentiel / E like Essentials

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 20:36:00 +0100

"L'essentiel est sans cesse menacé par l'insignifiant"

René Char

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Pensées décousues, et pourtant tellement limpides...

Berlin.

Une ville sans traces et sans mémoire. On Friday.

Thursday was a day when, in London, at a very precise moment, there has been a scream inside, like 2 weeks before. A deep, long, silent scream, saying this simple word : "no !".

Thus, Berlin. Air.

An Angel.

Friends, Images & Music.

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Angel.

A taxi driver who understood everything and did not ask any question.

We stayed together for a while.

We stopped may be 17 times for this angel. Different moments, different lights.

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Friends.

Interesting.

Some very old friends proved to be afraid of grief. I can accept that. It's been difficult, but I try and understand. Sometimes grief appear as it is : monstruous, spreading, invading everything, and some people can't deal with that. They need to walk away.

And some other friends surprise you.

Her. I met her one year ago. And that wednesday, she was with me on a journey that was anything but easy. I won't forget. We've been together in a very special moment. She is an angel.

Finally, back to these friends in Berlin.

I just know them for... 2 years maybe ? They could find the right words, the right gestures, the right silence. Thank you. Thank you so much...

Conversation, I

Conversation, II

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Music.

Given by friends. I can find oblivion in music, and God knows that I love their music, and that voice. I took these pictures of special friends with a special tenderness.

They call themselves "MINOR majority".

Somebody is missing

Anyway

Mirror

Fragment

Left right hand

See you inside, I

See you inside, II

Five

Bis

Full moon

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Nights.

For 2 weeks I've been afraid of nights.

Dreams. Nightmares. Dreams.

Nights have been crowded. And that night in Berlin was, too.

Whites

Black forest

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Sunglasses.

"IC Berlin"... ;-)

I see Berlin, yeah...

I'll take the black ones.

Sunglasses for walking

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Images.

Mr Newton. A long story... 2004. I forgot. I remembered when I entered that building, in Berlin. The last portrait, january 2004. Dear Helmut Newton...

The Newton foundation. He gave everything to Berlin in october 2003.

And then,the Newton bar. Strange place. These iconic images, where I don't even see the nudity. Just life, and beauty. Who are these women ? Where are they now ? Who is alive, who is dead, for how long ? And all these people walking, laughing and sitting between their legs. Unreal...

Reflexions

Forbidden

Wander, wonder

Couple's definition

Conversation, III

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Berlin. It was a good idea.

Conversations with the angels.

Back to the essentials.

No comment

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P like Poetry

Mon, 22 Feb 2010 15:07:00 +0100

Sometimes your best is far from perfect. Who cares ?

I'm doing my best.

Back to Poets & Poetry.

• Saturday afternoon :

Sleeping, and sleeping. After so many white nights, a black day. Too many dreams. Poetry, though, in these dreams.

• Saturday Evening :

"Gainsbourg, vie héroïque."

Just to remember his words and music, just to see how Sfar would express his love for Gainsbourg. Well done. Nothing pathetic, just sincerity, poetry, and a bit of humour. Great director, great actor (Eric Elmosnino). A real tribute.

• Sunday afternoon :

Re-reading "le désir d'être inutile" ("Desire for uselessness") by Hugo Pratt. Another poet.

Then re-reading "Corto Maltese en sibérie", for that very sentence said by Raspoutine : "J'ai voulu t'offrir une émotion, Corto, parce que je t'aime bien." (I wanted to give you an emotion, Corto, because I like you)

• Sunday evening :

"Control"

Had this DVD for a while. Because it has been made by Anton Corbijn (one of my absolute favorite photographers), because of the poetry of Ian Curtis, because of that music. (And of course I didn't think about the end, or maybe I knew, but it doesn't matter, strangely enough). Beautiful movie. Beautiful images. Beautiful music. Everything talking to the soul.

The first time I saw that photograph, I just loved it. I din't know it was Ian Curtis. I din't know it was by Anton Corbijn. I just knew you could not see anything - no face - and everything was said, instantly...

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I just received these two books by Irving Penn. Further in Poetry. Dear Mr Penn...

And you know what ? Surprise, surprise...

I've seen that picture in L.A. at the getty Center in last October. I bought the catalogue of the exhibition, but the Street Photographer was not in it. I was so sad. Because of the tiny wings on the camera, because of his expression.

I found back my street photographer this morning. In the 2 books. I was smiling.

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I will watch again this movie known by heart. yes, so much Poetry. "Wings of desire".

What am I doing these days ? Am I taking some photographs ? Not much. Let me make you not smile, and smile. Hopefully.

• 11 feb 2010 : Here is what I've been shooting in the morning. Then in the afternoon. Call them "Ignorant", I & II.

• Saturday evening, before the movie "Gainsbourg...". We were in advance, it was freezing cold, already had dinner, went for a drink in a bar. Sat at the bar. When the bartender asked me what I wanted, I wanted to make fun of myself. Play the grief, like in movies. Haha. Then I asked for something strong, in a small glass. He offered Armagnac. Why not ? My very first time. One shot. Like in movies, I told you. Waooo, that was warm... ;-) Then I could pretend I'm a tough girl... A man was smiling looking at me, and that was really warm. I know this man for twenty years. 20 years.In 2010.

• Saturday evening too. I like these old tiny movie theatres. This one was perfect. I've been here before. When... Well, when life was different.

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Everything falls into place. Step by step, inch by inch.

It remind me suddenly of this note, left in a hotel room in Taipei. Actually he left notes everywhere in my room when he left, hidden in every little corner. The one I'm talking about was saying : "Courage petit pas". It was in 1994. I still have it in an old leather wallet. How should I translate ? Impossible, actually. Something like "Courage, tiny step by tiny step" but it sounds much better in French, sorry. And God knows that I hate this word "Courage" but that time I din't. Since it was pure poetry.

See you later. This week is done for farewell. I'm gone now.

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S like Spring

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:45:00 +0100

Tom, again...

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You can never hold back spring
You can be sure that I will never
Stop believing
The blushing rose will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream
Every time

You can never hold back spring
Even though you've lost your way
The world keeps dreaming of spring

So close your eyes
Open you heart
To one who's dreaming of you
You can never hold back spring
Baby

Remember everything that spring
Can bring
You can never hold back spring

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G like God

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:25:00 +0100

Tom is always right...

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I'd sell your heart to the junkman, baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck

Ship is sinking
The ship is sinking
The ship is sinking

There's a leak, there's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over

There's a leak, there's a leak in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away on business, business

Goddamn, there's always such a big temptation
To be good, to be good
There's always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby
It's a deal, it's a deal

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot, baby
Let her ring, let her ring

God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business
God's away, God's away
God's away on business, business

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D like Dirty Week

Sat, 20 Feb 2010 23:01:00 +0100

I have a friend who knows and find the right words immediately.

As I was explaining my recent silence, he replied : "Dirty week..."

Accurate. So accurate.

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On the 9th of february, I was writing to somebody. I was writing : "When life was treating me badly, I knew that I could find warmness with my friends ; And I knew that I could find oblivion and unexpected hope in images and music." These words have not been read, the envelope is still sealed. So I take this words, with a cruel irony, for myself. Now.

Listening to music. Loud. I've been listening to Simone Kermes endlessly, then Nick Cave & the bad seeds, and Minor Majority. Great music & real friends.

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Minor majority...

I had so much pleasure shooting that very image.

That was only backlight, nothing to be afraid of.

I'm getting lost in shadows these days. Dirty week...

"Death is not the end". If you say so, Nick...

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L like Love

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 01:01:00 +0100

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind".

I'm talking to you.

I'm listening to you.

I'll be watching you.

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D like Devastated

Thu, 11 Feb 2010 21:22:00 +0100

I love you so much...

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U like Unexpected

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 23:03:00 +0100

Unexpected is a fantastic word. What was not supposed to happen. I love this word almost as much as my favorite one : Unfinished.

This image is rock'n roll to me; Pure rock'n roll. Where and when and with whom it just happened, this could be a real joke. That was not supposed to happen. And I was not supposed to take this picture.

U like Useless ? Absolutely. Nobody will "Use" this picture.

U like Unexpected.

U like Unique, also. Because in a way, this image tells a million things about that very moment. And we all have our Unique vision.

So the Unique question that jumps to my mind right now is this one : What do U see ? ;-)

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With the kind authorization of J.B. (hopefully)

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