…encore et toujours “la dolce vita”.
Je suis en train de réécouter la B.O. Quoi que je fasse, je retourne à ce film, à cette B.O.
…weird.
Ca va enfin mieux niveau santé, ce qui n’est pas pour me déplaire!
samedi …!
Fucking expensive you sons of bitches.
People are cheap and labs want to suck the blood out of you.
I shouldn’t save for a D700 but for damn AK47 and loads of 7.62 ammos.
That should be quite handy when the war starts … not to mention the symbolism of the AK47. I mean, it’s a fucking flag!
Anyway, let’s get rollin’.
Starting with “Fat” showing me her latest purchase before her party started.
T’was nice, but the pics were kinda blurry, even with my dSLR.
Except this one.
Moving on with the fête de la musique and Roxane … and a little bit of the sun, which was here all night long … not so bad for a crappy night, hey ?
First full-length portrait I ever made.
And this attitude.
oh yeah.
Going to Trangis for the wedding.
Cheap ass bastards who didn’t want to pay.
My fault, I should’ve discussed all that right from the start.
still, cheap. ass. bastards.
They were lucky I’m a friend with the wife’s girl. Otherwise I would have erased everything and use them for commercial purposes hahaha.
I’m bad … and not MJ’s bad.
A real motherfucker who likes it dirty.
The real photographs are coming in soon.
The scan fucked up and cropped the picture.
The place is amazing… and I feel lucky because the camera batteries were empty a minute after this shot.
Lucky me I thought this one was screwed.
2 japaneses 20ish girls taking a pic of each other…
so cliché and yet so friggin true!
I didn’t feel like going closer … I was in a hurry anyway.
I’m not so sure they paid a lot of attention… especially to the handicapped sign…
whatever.
moving on.
1st one : Scanner edit
2nd one : Edit from a scan.
Not so sure which one’s the best.
It’s Patou BTW, the guy who made these shots.
Sooo … a little more street…
Gotta admit I didn’t change my location for the next 3 shots.
“The bereft couple”.
Looky-look at the girl on the right peaking at them.
Didn’t notice her when I took the photo.
“Loneliness”
My 2nd favorite of the roll… the first one’s coming a little after.
It was supposed to be a little brighter than that, but I didn’t like it too shiny.
I wanted a dark, oppressive mood in this photo.
“Two heads looking at the crowd”
“staring at” is probably more appropriate.
creeps.
“Paying the bill.”
at the restorock, Rouen.
A little piece of the good ole U.S. in France.
I like the place.
Cocktails without alcohol …
empty plates that had nachos in it.
Marc & his “Téquila levé de soleil !“
God bless the 1.4.
Julie who was sitting in front of me all night long.
My favorite photo of the roll.
Can’t tell you why.
Too bad she quit the license… she was a lot of fun.
You can see it on her face in this photo.
And to end this roll.. a poetic shot.
…don’t have anything to add to this.
Anyhow, as I’ve previously stated : a little more experimental photography … and a little more street.
More to come soon.
Stay tuned fellas.
…because I’m remembering some stuff about critiques making critiques.
Because I also have been the victim of a critique (hopefully from the gf only) of one of my pictures.
Yeah, I’m not so sure it’s a photo.
Maybe it’s WKW speaking through me via the soundtrack of 2046.
how the hell can I know ?
I mean, I love his music alright, that doesn’t mean I’m using his ideas to…
yeah, whatever.
So, back to the point.
Critiques.
“C’est facile de critiquer, aussi!” ~ (“Well, it’s easy to critique!” )
Man I’ve hear this millions of times.
Note the difference between having an opinion and making a critique.
It’s way too hard for many people to have a coherent opinion about something … but its so damn easy to critique.
Specially when you have no experience whatsoever.
-not referring about the gf here-
Point being: it’s easy to critique from a biased opinion. It’s easy to use rules that apply elsewhere and use them to base your entire critique about something you like or do not like.
Critique is about point of view.
and so is photography.
The thing that kind of upset me was how easy it is to say something is good or bad, without actually having the experience in this field.
I’m talking here about spontaneous portraiture and other “non planned” shootings.
It’s easy to say : “well, you see there’s this and this and that.”
Cuz in aesthetics, you’re damn right.
In reality, you’re … well, forgetting reality.
pure and simple.
Aesthetics have VERY LITTLE to do with reality.
Killed soldiers don’t fall in slo-mo.
The blood doesn’t come out of the mouth in a small rill…
etc. etc.
Perfect settings don’t exist in real life.
neither does perfect attitude.
Earth is one big mess, I’m telling you this.
And yet, I’ve never been in a conflict… so imagine if I have been.
Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t cover one actually… cuz I’d probably want to kill people afterwards.
I’m an honest guy…
so, anyway… I figured I never critique much about people’s work…
amateurs need to learn the rules.
Pro are too concentrated on what they’re doing…
and semi-pro and pro-amateurs are in the middle of this shit struggling to be recognized.
It’s the helluva mess, I’m telling you this.
I know you fancy yourself as a sexy bitch,
It’s in the way that you walk,
Do you kiss your mother with those expensive lips?
You show off that expensive talk,
Well your lavish life might appear delicious,
But not particularl-l-ly nutritious,
But you need it,
Don’t you baby,
No your nothing without their gazes,
They don’t love you,
They are strangers,
Look how far you have come, your amazing,
Your amazing,
Well you work so hard just to shed the shackles, of anonymity,
Now everyone know ‘ya and they’re all talkin,
But not favorably,
If you wipe the oblivion from the mirror,
Your just might see things a little clearer,
But you need it,
Don’t your baby,
No you’re nothing without their gazes,
They don’t love you,
They are strangers,
Look how far you have come, your amazing,
Your amazing,
They don’t love you,
They are strangers,
Look how far you have come, your amazing,
And you wonder why the people can’t stop lookin’,
It’s exactly what you want us to do,
Well everyone is at your for their one hot minute,
They’ve all gotta gotta find a peice of you,
(Baby your a hot hot mess)
But you need it,
Don’t your baby,
No you’re nothing without their gazes,
They don’t love you,
They are strangers,
Look how far you have come, your amazing,
Your amazing,
Don’t your baby,
No you’re nothing without their gazes,
They don’t love you,
They are strangers,
Look how far you have come, your amazing,
Your amazing,
— Sam Sparro
I wanted to put this one for a long time for a special lady…
Aaaaah, last november …
“Take me again,” she said, thinking of him
“To the pond with the swans and the swimming”
Far from his room the familiar perfume
How it felt to her when she was naked
Lessons she learned when her memory slurs
As they marvel with love at the sunset
Walking away at the dark end of day
She will measure and break like a habit
Oh how the rain sounds as light as a lover’s word
And now and again she’s afraid when the sun returns
“Take me again,” she said, thinking of him
“I don’t care for this careful behavior”
A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs
Keeps her up with her want for her savior
The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands
As she begs for her fish from the water
But turn them away, she’s a whip and a slave
Given time she may find something better
Oh how the rain sounds as loud as a lover’s words
And now and again she’s afraid when the sun returns
— Iron & Wine
Yeah, I’m listening to the doors.
Raph was right, The Doors + a good old Jack Daniels can heal everything … or kill you. Either way, that’s a good choice to end the mood you’re into.
So I decided to stop talking ’bout Liv cuz nane’s right about me : I’m becoming soft and I’m not liberating my spirit as much as I did … before her.
so I’ve decided to talk a little about something else … in french, for a change. Sorry fellas.
-
Parce que je souviens en avoir parlé avec Hélène & Joy (et sûrement Arnaud … mais j’en suis plus certain) de la possibilité (d’une île ? haha, j’ai pas pu résister) de faire un an en Erasmus.
Hélène m’as dit ce jour là : “Mike, je crois que de nous tous c’est toi que je vois le plus partir un an à l’étranger.”
Bien évidemment, je suis le premier à me plaindre de la France, des Français … et de tout et de rien. Et puis, ma facilité avec l’anglais les pousse aussi à dire ça…
mais je leur ai exposé la chose sous un autre jour : partir, c’est s’enfuir.
Simple, non ?
Je crois que beaucoup d’étudiants ne se rendent pas compte d’une autre chose, c’est que partir dans un pays étranger pendant 1 an, c’est quand même vivre des choses totalement différentes de ses proches “au pays”, et donc de couper les ponts avec…
sans compter la probabilité de rester dans ledit pays et de couper – pour de bon – les ponts avec … les personnes qui sont restés “au pays”.
Je pensais à cela parce que j’ai cette (fâcheuse ?) habitude d’aller acheter mon jus de lychee (chacun ses addictions) chez un pti vietnamien, cambodgien … je sais pas exactement, il faudrait que je me penche un peu plus sur la question [...] mais à chaque fois que j’y suis, je me sens à la fois grisé par le dépaysement et totalement solitaire…
Les deux côtés de la pièce, comme je dis souvent.
Alors je réponds bien souvent que malgré le fait que je n’aime pas la France dans son intégralité, j’aime encore moins l’idée de m’en aller et de perdre mes relations sur place.
Bien sûr, beaucoup de gens me diront qu’à mon retour je les reverrai tous … mais je me connais. Je serais changé. Profondément.
Comme quand je vais et reviens de Londres et que je ne peux plus supporter les métro parisiens … mais que je supporte beaucoup plus les automobilistes de la capitale française par rapport à ceux de l’anglaise…
peut-être parce que je ne crains pas de mourir en traversant n’importe quelle rue.
Je n’ai pas tellement envie de faire Juin ce soir, probablement parce que j’ai un putain de mal de tête depuis hier matin, avec l’impression d’être perpétuellement crevé.
et un torticoli.
Going to sleep.
11PM.
well, that’s a new record since february !
両手
殻蛍の海へ
傾ける。
~ Niji Fuyuno
“Avec mes mains,
J’inclinais une corbeille aérienne
Vers la mer des lucioles.”
