As you noticed, I am fashion "holiday" on this blog. The Collective Exhibition of PhotoGraff (see note Tat here and the ticket of the exhibition on PGC here), the cleaning the old theater Graffé the Hermitage and a wedding in Italy with all my energy picked up in recent weeks, this blog is idling. So what has been getting me out of my hole? Well, a single vision, a snapshot of the street.
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I will not talk about graffiti no or maybe so but as the evocation of a paint ... Every morning I spend Velib in front of Beaubourg, and that's where I caught a scene sadly comical. With hindsight, I find myself suddenly plunged into a theater. A transvestite is recovering lipstick before going to drag his misery, probably in search of something happening while a homeless person gives his food to his brothers empty greyness I call the winged vermin.
I make a series of shots, not too close ... and then turns around and blonde wig fixed my goal. There, when I see this picture (unfortunately a bit dark), I feel like a thief. This look is disturbing, and I wonder. This requires a certain audacity to broadcast an image that can disturb the emotional impact. The uptake of human distress has sometimes related to voyeurism, especially when it affects almost prostitution. When someone says TAKE a picture, it's not nothing. It takes a bit of his soul too, and here I am surprised to be taken. I guess at that time which must pass through the head of this character who, tired of selling his body on the cheap, is being "shot" like a freak ... pretend destroyed, he sat on the toilet , head down to hide his suffering.
The incongruity of the scene has mostly been my imagination, as it could be that of a layer of everyday modern caricature, in which a couple is getting ready to go before work, the woman at her toilet and the man in the mouthful to give brats before him to school. But here, the focus is limited to the borders of a manhole cover fixed to the pavement amidst a bunch of pigeons and a dirty mirror SANISETTE, referring to the faces of passers the back of a soiled coin droppings. The image of this unfortunate couple remain engraved in my mind as the symbol of a social farce in which the cruel reality of the world is reflected in every gesture wounded in every face forgotten, ignored in every moment of the lives of these marginal . Us and Them son walking on parallel never meet otherwise than by turning of a news item, when a person dies ...
There. Now I return to my own life, you mentioned in passing that the varnish removal of the exhibition at the gallery PGC Confluence , 190 bd de Charonne in Paris 20th, takes place this Friday, July 24 from 18.30. WELCOME!
I make a series of shots, not too close ... and then turns around and blonde wig fixed my goal. There, when I see this picture (unfortunately a bit dark), I feel like a thief. This look is disturbing, and I wonder. This requires a certain audacity to broadcast an image that can disturb the emotional impact. The uptake of human distress has sometimes related to voyeurism, especially when it affects almost prostitution. When someone says TAKE a picture, it's not nothing. It takes a bit of his soul too, and here I am surprised to be taken. I guess at that time which must pass through the head of this character who, tired of selling his body on the cheap, is being "shot" like a freak ... pretend destroyed, he sat on the toilet , head down to hide his suffering.
The incongruity of the scene has mostly been my imagination, as it could be that of a layer of everyday modern caricature, in which a couple is getting ready to go before work, the woman at her toilet and the man in the mouthful to give brats before him to school. But here, the focus is limited to the borders of a manhole cover fixed to the pavement amidst a bunch of pigeons and a dirty mirror SANISETTE, referring to the faces of passers the back of a soiled coin droppings. The image of this unfortunate couple remain engraved in my mind as the symbol of a social farce in which the cruel reality of the world is reflected in every gesture wounded in every face forgotten, ignored in every moment of the lives of these marginal . Us and Them son walking on parallel never meet otherwise than by turning of a news item, when a person dies ...
There. Now I return to my own life, you mentioned in passing that the varnish removal of the exhibition at the gallery PGC Confluence , 190 bd de Charonne in Paris 20th, takes place this Friday, July 24 from 18.30. WELCOME!
