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Il y eut un soir et il y eut un matin. Troisième jour. C like Care. "The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us." Careful with the shadows. Take care. • •
I cannot think of anything softer than this very light. Intus et in cute. Fragile.
J'avais un rendez-vous. I went there, at a very slow pace. Did not sleep enough (too many white nights), woke up at 9, had a quick coffee, and was ready to do anything but jump in the water. I said 'no thanks", Charlie said "no choice". I was wrong, he...
It was in London. I went there especially for Nelken. At the very beginning, he was standing there, with a face somewhere between Beckett & Bowie, making the signs. Yes, life is full of signs (and no, they are not all blur, surprisingly enough sometimes...
Or D like Day 1. Biarritz. Where I want to be. Here I can re-be. Rebirth. Writing, wandering, staring at. The light. Multiple and unique. The sound of the waves, 24 hours a day. Pulsations & rythms. Some people would turn crazy with this sound, I don't....
Where do you dream ? Life is like being a somnambulist walking on a wire (and hoping that nobody wants to cut the wire) ... Or : Life is a dream ? By the way I live on the second floor (yes, the big window next to the carpet): Don't worry... "Il y a sûrement...
Certains moments sont lumineux. Illuminés. Aller voir le dernier Woody Allen, "whatever works", certainement pas un film qui marquera l'histoire du cinématographe, mais une petite chose exquise, profonde et légère, jubilatoire. Parce que oui, "whatever...
It's not a secret for those who know me : I love this word. Serendipity. Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely. The word has been voted as one of the ten...
I had a rendez-vous. 1st of July, for a shooting. I went there early, in a peculiar place, a theatre. I had to check the venue. Get some ideas. Organize the shooting, get ready, set the light. But nobody warned me. I arrived there, and just like that,...
A comme Absolu Ou comme miettes d'Absolu... Une vie très ordinaire. Ou extra-ordinaire. Question d'angle, de vision et de point de vue. Dans le désordre, ce qui me réjouit, et démontre tout le charme et toute l'absurdité de la vie. Comme dit une amie...
There is only one place. Ultimate. Insane. Unreal. Blue Corner. Palau. Micronesia. I remember every sensation. The kind of place where you may almost dream to experience depth narcosis, in order to never get back, and keep watching endlessly. Blue Corner...
I like keys. As I like doors, windows, and eyes. Wide open. I like the old keys, when you find them and you have no idea of what they may open. I have some key sentences : "that was not necessary" or "I can fly if asked gently". I love this one, it can...
Le Palais Garnier regorge de surprises : on n'en finit jamais de le regarder... Impossible d'être blasé, seulement émerveillé (Merci Miss Guillem...) J'en veux pour preuve ces cariatides particulières, qui ornent deux loges non moins spéciales, celle...
• Sweat, Tears, and Blood. They all look the same in black & white. Sensations, feelings, and pain. They look black. A wonderful black velvet, full of mysteries, shadows, and secrets. Intoxication of flesh and mind, grief and joy, brutality and accidents....
I'm having fun. Often. I've been watching Warhol's paintings once again, listening to testimonies about him, reading quotes. What he said : "whatever I'm doing, I'm ending up doing a portrait" What Lagerfeld says : "He was fun ["il était rigolo"], after...
Life is a giant chess game. And the bad news are : you're no longer a kid, even if you behave in a childish way sometimes. Yes, life is a chess game. Andy Warhol was wrong, you're never sure about the 15 minutes thing. Not everybody can be a queen or...
Life is Coffee & Cigarettes. No, sorry, my mistake. Life is an open window. First you go to a coffee place. That one, why not. Then next to the coffe shop you notice a metal thing. A caravan, I suppose. And the caravan has a window. You get closer then....
Life is writing on a white page. Not really. The white page is ony given once. Life is just re-writing. We just get one white page. And we keep writing endlessly on a dirty overwritten page. Until the moment when we know exactly what to write, and there...
Life is a Joke. But we don't get enough time to know if it was a s mart one or a pathetic one. • 1/12 - Part of the story "Borderline" published in DOUBLE magazine, Paris. Cyanotype (still an "alternative process") ©Anne Deniau, 2003 • • By the way it...
Ou S comme Suite N°10. Ou S comme Self-portrait. Les chambres d'hôtel : elles me parlent, elles me touchent, elles m'inspirent. Elles gardent des secrets et des fantômes. Certaines sont mythiques, d'autres non. Beaucoup ont leurs secrets. Les hôtels chargés...
Je rentre de la "3ème Symphonie de Gustav Mahler". Opening night. Opéra Bastille. Le voltigeur de la colonne de juillet a vacillé, c'est sûr. J'ai une tendresse particulière pour les soirs de première. Pas pour les paillettes, ni les strass, davantage...
C'était jeudi 5 mars, je crois. Epuisée. Dead. En miettes. J'avais mis mon iphone comme réveil, je faisais "rappel" à chaque fois qu'il sonnait, les yeux mi-clos, je pensais : "Allez, encore une minute, juste une minute". Je songeais, à peine. Bribes...
Bonjour, De Z à A, de "Zigzag" à "Anachronique", en passant par "Eloge du flou" ou "Je ne suis pas nette", je vous propose ici quelques déambulations, sonores, écrites, ou visuelles. Pourquoi ? Des mots, des musiques et des images qui se bousculent, souvent....