Wednesday, July 28, 2010

3 deliriae from my mind. Poseidon (retired) knitting the sea. One wave in, one wave out... It's got to do with the moon. Just being civil.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Le balto, rue Mazarine. I took that photograph in 1988 when still a painter and not yet a photographer, my modest tribute to Robert Doisneau. It fell out of a box this morning, I had almost forgotten it. The angels were with me that day.
Francoise Dorleac et Jacques Perrin. Les demoiselles de Rochefort. 1966 Your humble servant with the same vintage 60's navy linen shirt.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

My neighbour is building his house. Not that I particularly like the prospect of having a common construction at the end of my garden, I must admit that the process itself is interesting to watch. It seems so simple.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Monday, July 12, 2010

Poster of the Month: July The Football World Cup is over, I enjoyed every minute of it. So, this post will be about football. Football but not only. About Jamaica where I shot these some years ago, about youth, beauty and grace, about photography, instant photography in black and white with a film in the box and no pixels, about warm air and good vibes. Jessica Hilltout a nomadic, Belgian-born photographer, loaded sacks of deflated soccer balls onto the roof of a battered yellow Volkswagen Beetle last year and began a seven-month road trip across Africa to document the continent’s love of the game.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

There is a secret link between those two pictures, I'll let you guess the story and its title.

Friday, July 09, 2010

The house of Jean Cocteau and Edouard Dermit, turned into a museum, reopened to the public a couple of weeks ago after several years of restoration. Cocteau's Hermes brief case.
Scultpures by Carlo Brandelli. My friend, Robert Murphy, author and initiator of the Saint Laurent book, has an art Gallery in the 7th arrondissement in Paris ... and a blog RCM Galerie
L I F E. I am posting this as I just got the news that the daughter of a dear friend is flying to the other world. Life, what more is there ?