November 20th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
I have not posted in ages. This used to be the place I told short stories. Little things I needed to say. But today there are so many places to tell our little stories, on platforms like FB, Instagram, Twitter, Linked-In, and our attention is taken in so many different directions.
And then I’ve been a bit stunned into silent shock in the last week. The other night I dreamed that I saw a girl I knew from my first photo class in Paris. She had made it out of the Bataclan after all, I was so relieved. Maybe it means she’s ok wherever she is. It’s the first good dream I’ve had since 11/13.
Place de la République, November 2015
June 8th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
I’ve been showing some people around Paris recently, thus have been in areas with a higher concentration of tourists, and I can’t stop photographing people photographing themselves; in front of anything, everything and nothing at all. The selfie stick is everywhere and it looks to be about as addictive as sugar.
What was the gesture before the iPhone? I’m trying to remember, when on vacation what were people doing? I always had a camera, but I remember often being the only one. I’m trying not to worry that the virtual is trumping real-life, but I am.
A Modern Boy in Versailles
April 24th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
St. Eustache is a church I’ve long loved, and always walk out of with a sore neck because I spend my time there staring at the ceiling. My boyfriend complains that Americans say “amazing” too much, but I have to say, the architecture here is amazing. The thick columns remind me of old trees stretching up to the sky. And I’m lifted up when I walk through them. It makes me want to replace all the chairs with soft mats so we can lie down and stare up, instead of bowing our heads.
Looking up, near the east-side entrance of St. Eustache, Paris.
April 17th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
Last weekend I played music inside a metallic rainbow. The song was Sugar Boom, and the tenor steel drum reflected blue, yellow, violet, green and orange up into my face as I was playing. I needed a GoPro attached to my forehead.
Tenor at rest during a lighting test
With my hands busy playing, the photos I could get were between songs during rehearsal.
Five steel bands came together, thanks to musician Alain Rouaud, and played three concerts in MPAA’s (Maison des Pratiques Artistiques Amateurs) lovely auditorium in the Marché St. Germain in Paris. As a part of MPAA’s group, I was absolutely thrilled to play with 70 other steel drummers and 5 percussionists.
Guitar pan in stage lights
I’m not being an exaggerating American when I say “absolutely thrilled.” I was full of joyful tears when I heard our sound swell from 18 drummers to the sound of 70, supported by the engine machine of percussionists behind us. I was overwhelmed and I hope to never forget it. The first time only happens once.
The guitar steel pan on which I played Mambo Lake and Steel Biguine
April 7th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
Thursday I was called last minute to come photograph on set. My friend Benoit Lelievre was shooting a clip for Max Arthur an Dezmond Meeks, it would be film-noir in style, a bit David-Lynchian. They were shooting at a club in my neighborhood, whose entrance is right next to one of my supermarkets, yet I had never noticed it.
More photos can be found here.
Make-up artist Juliette Veljovic documenting her work
Florence, the assistant director, and one of the actresses
Extras waiting in the wingbacks
Dezmond Meeks mid-scene
Kid walks through with a change of music
Benoit Lelievre in action with Georgette, his camera rig
March 23rd, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
Sunday nights at the Coolin were a treat.
Like the ritual of a Sunday night dinner with family.
Ellen Berge Birath showing her affection for Paddy Sherlock.
Once it’s renovated, it’ll be a dead space on Sunday nights, an Apple store on other days. Fabulous. We totally need another Apple store. I’ll probably never walk through those doors again. Nothing against Apple (I’m typing on a Mac, it’s my most important tool after my camera) but I buy online. You see one Apple store, you’ve seen them all. And the Coolin was just an Irish pub, but it wasn’t like any I’d known before.
Thomas Join-Lambert, Marten Ingle, and Ellen Birath.
The good news is the beat goes on, and the wonderfully talented people who created this special place, and their family of fans will continue in another neighborhood across the river and into the 8th.
These photos are from Saturday, March 21st,
the last gig at the Coolin. Marché St. Germain, Paris.
Additional photos of the mayhem can be found here.
Dancers behind the stage, between Marten Ingle and Yoshito Kiyono.
February 13th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.
Relationships are complex, fascinating,
beautiful intersections of two universes.
Here’s a photo of one.
January 20th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
After looking through many photos, including ones from the protests in Paris, I decided on a photo for my New Year’s greeting that spoke to me of innocence, exploration, passage, sharing, quiet companionship. It was taken over the summer in the south of France. I saw those kids coming and wanted to get the shot before the adults behind them entered the picture. I like to imagine them traveling alone, in one of those magical children’s’ stories where there is almost always flying. There’s something Peter Pan or Christopher Robin in that boy’s profile.
January 19th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
I’m a little late getting out my wishes for this New Year. The momentum I was creating the first week in January took a detour with the Charlie Hebdo story. People being killed down the street from where I live and work, for expressing their ideas, shined a big light on the word “now.”
Sunday, January 10, 2015. Paris “solidarity” march.
Like the little girl in the tutu at the supermarket, happy with herself, at play each moment of the day. Why wait for an “appropriate occasion” to wear that flashy skirt? Why wait until tomorrow to call that grandmother, sister, or father and tell them you were thinking of them, right now, today, for no other special reason, other than they are important to you and you love them?
Do you have something important to say that someone, somewhere should hear? Write it, send it, ship it, say it. Release fear and it uncovers love, they say. I’ve found this to be true.
Place de la République, Paris. January 7, 2015.
January 7th, 2015 by Danielle Voirin
If you’re in Paris, come by Le Brklyn this Saturday night. I’m showing some new and old work in a new way, brought in from the street.
December 18th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
For my 8th birthday someone gave me a diary with a teddy bear on the front. I remember it very well, especially that I didn’t quite understanding what I was supposed to write in it. My first entry began in the 3rd person. Now I know when I received my first camera. I believe it was a Kodak with disc film, it’s the first one I remember using.
December 8th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
For one week only (because I’m soon flying to sweet home Chicago!!), I’m offering a selection of cyanotypes for sale. The perfect Christmas gift!
10 unique prints, signed, numbered and framed. See details and more photos here:
November 17th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
The newest issue of Off The Wall came out last week and two of my photos are inside. Each issue has a focus, and this one, the letter H in the series, is on photographers who are also women.
Pick up a copy, among many great things, there are photos from the early archives of Nan Goldin, interviews with Anne Biroleau & Hélène Giannecchini (on the Alix Cléo Roubaud show at the BNF), with Scarlett Coten and Héloise Gosset, and my favorite, Sabine Weiss who, at the age of 12, used to contact print her pictures “in little wooden frames placed under the sun and fixed with kitchen salt.”
November 10th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
descollages dans le marais, paris.
rue Verlomme / Tournelles
rue de Beauce / Bretagne
November 7th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
I’m testing out the app Guidigo that lets you make a guided tour of just about anything. I created one to collect my recent street work during Mois de la Photo in Paris (The Month of photography, it happens every 2 years in November).
I’ll be adding stops in the coming days, and perhaps some audio. I had some trouble uploading sound, so decided it was a sign I should stick to writing. Let me know what you think!
October 12th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
A photo takes itself, by the Exist sign next to my front door
August 27th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
I have always loved photographing sculpture, since those first assignments in my Jane Addams Community Center photo class in Chicago. It was during that time that I shot this photo, early one morning on my way to an office job in the Loop.
That typical Chicago winter weather made Richard Serra‘s “Reading Cones” stand out in a way that made me jump out of the car. Had I ever really seen this sculpture before that morning?
I’ve always liked this photo, and have given it as a gift, but this print has spent most of the last decade hidden away in a box. Last week, while hanging photos at home, I needed something vertical to fit a space in my installation and went searching for the one print I knew I had of the Reading Cones, on a soft matte fine art paper.
Now that it’s up there, I love living with it on my wall. It is grounding, regal, quiet and confident. And, it merits being printed bigger than the A4 I modestly permitted it.
Richard Serra’s Reading Cones in Chicago’s Grant Park.
August 24th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
I am getting much inspiration from Odilon Redon today.
Tout se crée par la soumission docile à la venue de l’inconscient.
Everything is created by quietly submitting to the arrival of the unconscious.
– Odilon Redon, 1898
From Disappearances, in Halsnoy, Norway.
July 20th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
I had a great time in Arles this year. Most of us have likely read the reviews by now, and while the “In” festival may have been underwhelming, Arles was, as always, a great place to network and spend time with people I don’t often get to see in person.
And the “off” festival is getting bigger and better every year. This year I decided to continue in Arles, the work I began last October during les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e in Paris.
rue du Grand Couvent
So on most nights, after vernissages, dinners, projections, and parties, I took my broom and bucket out and pasted up my street exhibition in the off-off festival. In the process, I met Isabelle Chapuis and Alexis VI, who were pasting up (with admirable precision) their series Blossom (love it) and watched the evolution of Delphine Henry and her group’s series “Parade,” titled after François Hebel’s name for this years festival. I loved the silent collaboration, placing my work among theirs.
rue de la Calade
rue Docteur Fanton
Close-up on rue Dr Fanton. I love the wall textures and wrinkles
rue des Penitents Bleus
rue des Penitents Bleus, a spot that became more and more full as the week went on
rue de l’Hotel de Ville
rue du Grand Couvent, someone didn’t appreciate this one.
July 12th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
Last night in Arles.
Cheers to those who still dare
The Rencontres festival did not take risks, it largely stuck to the usual suspects,
this is a shout out to the festival-off, and off-off.
July 6th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
It’s the most labor-intensive business card I’ve ever had.
Business cards for Arles this year.
July 4th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
Happy July 4th! Before I go buy some sparklers to put in my tarte citron, I want to share this magazine I just finished making with Blurb (it’s so fun to make a magazine!). You can preview some of the pages below. And if you’re in Arles next week for the festival, you may see some of these photos as you’re walking from café terrace to photo exhibition!
My first magazine
June 30th, 2014 by Danielle Voirin
I taped this to the wall across from my desk today. Someone once said this to me because he liked something I wrote.
Note to self: do the work, show up, even if you don’t know what you’re going to say. We all have something to share, even with only one other person. He or she may be waiting for it right now.