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Jazz Pas Grave III, Day 2

Monday, June 16th, 2014

Some highlights from day 2…

Antonin Fresson, Quadri-Cor

Antonin Fresson, Quadri-Cor

Yoann Godefroy and singer Kephny Eliacin

Yoann Godefroy and singer Kephny Eliacin

Balthazar Regea, from Soma Age

Balthazar Regea, from Soma Age

Antoine and Martin Beux, with Jungles Key

Antoine and Martin Beux, with Jungles Key

Maxime Bureau, with Soma Age

Maxime Bureau, with Soma Age

Mac, the funny front man of Funk Me Tender

Mac, the funny front man of Funk Me Tender

Beautiful profiles in the crowd, just because

Beautiful profiles in the crowd, just because

Jazz Pas Grave, Day 1

Saturday, June 14th, 2014

While still processing last week’s classical music fest photos, this weekend I’m photographing Jazz Pas Grave, the 3rd edition of a festival at 59 Rivoli that brings some really fabulous musicians together. Some highlights while I’m waiting for the next concert to start…

Elbi Baueur singing with Radztitone in the opening concert of Jazz Pas Grave III

Elbi Baueur singing with Radztitone in the opening concert of Jazz Pas Grave III

Antoine Beux playing with Rising Cloud Orchestra

Antoine Beux playing with Rising Cloud Orchestra

Alessandro Sgobbio improvising

Alessandro Sgobbio improvising

Mario Forte

Mario Forte

And our energetic team of volunteers passing out the program in sidewalk traffic…

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Le Classique C’est pour les Vieux – Day 2

Sunday, June 8th, 2014

I spent day two of the classical music festival at 59 Rivoli filming and real-time editing the live stream. My ambition was to be photographer and videographer at once, but that really isn’t possible. Taking 25 photos a second on five different cameras, with my 6D around my shoulders, I photographed the screen in front of me. We had placed the cameras better than I was able to place myself. Here are some highlights of the Quoatuor van Kuijk and the Collectif Warning.

Sound check, van Kuijk quartet

Sound check, van Kuijk quartet

Sébastien van Kuijk and his cello, the van Kuijk quartet.

Sébastien van Kuijk and his cello, the van Kuijk quartet.

Grégoire Vecchioni and Sébastien van Kuijk , of the van Kuijk quartet

Grégoire Vecchioni and Sébastien van Kuijk , of the van Kuijk quartet

Olivier Stankiewicz, Carmen Lefrançois and Barbara Giepner, of the Collectif Warning

Olivier Stankiewicz, Carmen Lefrançois and Barbara Giepner, of the Collectif Warning

Sound painter Vincent LêQuang, Collectif Warning

Sound painter Vincent LêQuang, Collectif Warning

Sound painter Vincent LêQuang, Collectif Warning

Sound painter Vincent LêQuang, Collectif Warning

Le Classique C’est Pour les Vieux – Day 1

Saturday, June 7th, 2014

Yesterday a 3-day classical music festival, which thinks outside of the box of what we might expect “classical” music to be, kicked off at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris. This is the 3rd edition that I’ve photographed for them. This year two concerts were performed in the St Merri church, and the last concert of the night, Le Cabaret Contemporain, an electronic-dance-classical-move-your-body hybrid, transformed the 59 gallery into a nightclub.

The street performance with Léa Scher, Sabine Rivière and Luise Hakim interacts with curious pedestrian traffic

The street performance with Léa Scher, Sabine Rivière and Luise Hakim interacts with curious pedestrian traffic

Le Spat'sonore, 6th floor

Le Spat’sonore, 6th floor

Simone, Le Cabaret Contemporain

Simone Drappier, Le Cabaret Contemporain

During Le Cabaret Contemporain concert

Fabrizio Rat, pianist.  Le Cabaret Contemporain

Fabrizio Rat, pianist. Le Cabaret Contemporain

L'itinéraire, St Merri church

L’itinéraire, St Merri church

Duo Links performs 'Studi sulla note" in the St Merri church

Duo Links performs ‘Studi sulla note” in the St Merri church

Francesco at 59

Wednesday, March 5th, 2014

Francesco has such an expressive face,
and you never know what to expect when you photograph him.

Francesco draped in my backdrop

Francesco draped in my backdrop

A brief history of 59

Saturday, February 1st, 2014

Tonight Arthur LeCaron projected his film on the history of the artist squat at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris. He was there in November 1999 when it was first occupied by the KGB (Kalex, Gaspard & Bruno) and has a feast of rare footage. The film is narrated by Gaspard Delanoë, who was there tonight in the gallery to present it to us.

Gaspard on a payphone negotiating with the Mayor's office in the first months.

Gaspard on a payphone negotiating with the Mayor’s office in the first months.

Approaching Another Nuit Blanche

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013
Climbing up to the 6th floor of 59 rue de Rivoli.

Climbing up to the 6th floor of 59 rue de Rivoli.

This Saturday is the annual Nuit Blanche in Paris. In French Nuit Blanche means an all-nighter, staying out until you see the bright sun rise, and this night is a city-wide festival of art and installation, music and happenings. I am usually photographing at 59 rue de Rivoli, the former artist squat, and this year you can find me there again. In looking back over the past years’ images, these are a few of my favorites, all based on contemporary dance and performance.

Mattatoio Sospeso performing their trapeze act on the façade of 59 rue de Rivoli, with the audience seated on the sidewalk below.  Nuit Blanche 2011.

Mattatoio Sospeso performing their trapeze act on the façade of 59 rue de Rivoli, with the audience seated on the sidewalk below. Nuit Blanche 2011.


More images of Mattatoio Sospeso’s magical performance
here: Commedia Volante

Improvisational dance troupe performing in the 3rd floor studios. Nuit Blanche, 2012.

Improvisational dance troupe performing in the 3rd floor studios. Nuit Blanche 2012.

Paul Toupet's group of dancing & drinking rabbits.  Nuit Blanche 2010.

Paul Toupet’s group of dancing & drinking rabbits. Nuit Blanche 2010.


More photos from the night when 59 was visited by
Paul Toupet and the Zentai here.

Gaëlle Bourges and her collaboratrices performing a satirical striptease in and around a block of 3 phone booths in the center of Chatelet, on a night when there was an important soccer match and much testosterone flowing in the streets. Nuit Blanche 2007.

Gaëlle Bourges and her collaboratrices performing a satirical striptease in and around a block of 3 phone booths in the center of Chatelet, on a night when there was an important soccer match and much testosterone flowing in the streets. Nuit Blanche 2007.

More photos from that night here.
And more of Gaëlle’s work here.

Before the paint was dry

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

This is half-way to the creation of a photo I had in mind, whose end result is, I think, quite remarkable. It is on display in the 59 Rivoli gallery in Paris until Sunday.

Looking at this half-way-there photo, I hope it doesn’t negatively surprise my grandmother, who, in response to some of my self-portrait work once said, “Just don’t resort to miming.” This of course begs the question, what would push a person to “resort” to miming…? “I’m at the end of my rope, there’s nothing left, somebody pass me the white makeup!”

I love you Granny T.

On the way to Adaptation, painted by Paola Noe Murphy

Jazz Pas Grave II – day three

Monday, June 11th, 2012

After three days of sitting very close to the open mouths of saxophones and trumpets, today I’m editing photos in silence, saving my ears for tomorrow night when Nicolas Genest plays at the Zebre in Belleville, with many invited guests, Célinn (below) possibly being one of them.


Célinn et l’Arbre des Songes

Mario Forte, visually and musically captivating.

Surprise guest Jean-Loup Longnon blew me away with his trumpet playing, and then again after hours, spontaneously on the piano.

Not an easy place to play, but rather a rite of passage at 59 Rivoli… a jam session with Antoine Beux in the Musée Igor Balut, a creation of the artist inconnu, Suisse Marocain.

More info on the festival : Jazz Pas Grave.

Jazz Pas Grave II – day two

Sunday, June 10th, 2012


Tony Tixier and his intense relationship with the piano.


3someSisters. They may look like clowns, but they have the most stunning and impeccably choreographed voices.


Louis Carrion, of the group Funkable


Singer performing with the group Funkable.

What are they doing in there?

Jazz Pas Grave II – day one

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

A few marvelous moments from the first of a three-day jazz festival at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris.


Nicolas Genest with his group Hati


Guest sax player with O.R.U.S. Quartet


Malamente and Frank Cosentini of Guappecarto


Store-front concert on rue de Rivoli being saved into a compact camera

D – 2 weeks: 40 hours of jazz

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

Loosely defined, a plethora of genres, a place for musicians to meet and collaborations to form…. In two weeks I’ll be photographing a three-day jazz festival at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris. These guys will be playing. Les Guappecarto. They are lovely subjects to have in front of the camera. Gorgeous music too.

Pierre La Braguette, Malamente, Professor, Frank Cosentini, & Dr. Zingarone

Frank Cosentini of Guappecarto

Dr. Zingarone of Guappecarto.

Manuel & Music

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

Barry Desmond Jones, Manuel Baldassare and Schimon, playing music after a vernissage at 59 rue de Rivoli

When he makes art his insides come out – through his voice, through his hands, in painting, installation or music – and it appears to be as natural as breathing.

An illustrative story…one night we were at a jazz club. One of those on rue des Lombards. It was more or less a jam session night. He went out to smoke, and when he came back inside he made a B line straight for the stage and started playing the congas. I didn’t know he’d met one of the musicians outside, who invited him up to play. What I saw was my friend boldly going on stage without a word and playing like his life depended on it. Shy people like myself are in awe of such confidence and would like it to rub off.

This was Manu last year.
He still smiles like he did when I met him.

Manuel singing Freedom with as much emotion as Richie Havens

Manu’s site, for a look into his twisted universe.

Commedia Volante

Monday, October 3rd, 2011

This year’s Nuit Blanche was as enchanting as last year’s was bizarre. In the center of Paris, on a shopping street across from an H&M and a McDonald’s, two Italian trapeze artists made us all feel like kids again.

On Saturday night, Monsieur Marco Mannucci and Madame Alessandra Lanciotti, of the group Mattatoio Sospeso, performed their piece entitled Commedia Volante, while suspended from the facade of 59 rue de Rivoli, accompanied by violin, accordion and roaring traffic.

It was one of the most fun & magical things I’ve seen quite some time.

Madame Alessandra Lanciotti, La Femme Volante, se prépare

Monsieur Marco Mannucci

Femme volante paniquée

Couple volante

Smiling Trapeze

Les Amants du Ciel

Flying au dessous de la rue

Slimane

Friday, June 10th, 2011

I went up to the second floor to see one of my favorite people and he was gone. I hear he’s in Les Vosges or somewhere east, working for five months. I guess the tai chi lessons will be on hold for a while. This photo is from a few days before, when I found him making magic in the third floor kitchen.

You’re going to think I’m exaggerating but Slimane is sunshine. He’s gone through some difficult times since I’ve known him but I have never seen him down or upset. It must happen, for as far as I can tell he’s human, but he’s able to maintain a positive, balanced perspective. He is always quick with a joke, laughing, caring, smiling and Sincere. Usually when you walk into his studio he offers you a beer.

I have never walked away from him with a frown. And in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever walked towards him with a frown, for once I see him I can’t help smiling. As you do when the sun comes out on a cloudy day.

Slimane Hamadache...he sculpts, paints, cooks, coaches, writes, teaches and shines very bright. Often found making art at 59 rue de Rivoli, Paris.

Jazz heals all wounds

Saturday, June 4th, 2011

Two weekends ago I photographed a 3-day jazz festival at 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris. During these days it occurred to me that jazz just may heal all wounds. There is music that can open wounds and even inflicts wounds, music that reminds you of old wounds, and music that reminds you of what has already healed.

In any mood, on any day, jazz is welcome to my ears. Of course, there is a huge range within it and I have a preference for the 50s (ah, imagine driving in a 1954 Panhard Dyna Z listening to Buddy Murrow…). But sometimes the right medicine is simply a freely traveling saxophone (Isaac Kemo can make his growl) or the muffled voice of a trumpet to take me away. And other times I crave jumping ragtime, funk or soul, something highly improvised or something slow and blue. The uniqueness of the genre, in my life, is that I will never say no to it.

Nicolas Moreau and Melvin Marquez playing with Tiss Rodriguez

Exception: free jazz is only desirable live.

Isaac Kemo, merci pour la danse

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

He discreetly introduced himself and his band members to a very full house at 59 Rivoli last night. He spoke of being told as a child in the Ivory Coast that music is a universal language and that tonight he was laying this offering at our feet. From then on he spoke mostly jazz to our grateful ears.

Carlos Gbaguidi, Isaac Kemo and Gbady X/Effi Armand

Isaac Kemo and guest appearance by Jean-Philippe Rykiel

Isaac Kemo, giving thanks

Near the end of the set, he suddenly leaned over me, gently picked up my camera and set it aside, and took my hand. For a lovely moment we danced. He, me and that beautiful sax.

A classical weekend at 59

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

I spent the weekend photographing a classical music festival at 59 (click here for the story of 59 rue de Rivoli in Paris). It was an ambitious undertaking, with concerts in the ground-floor gallery every hour, 10 hours a day, as well as performances on all six floors. It was open to the public and all completely free, or however much you felt like contributing.

A piano was somehow maneuvered into Suisse’s Musée Igor Balut, where Lise Charrin was playing Bach and Scarlatti.

Lise Charrin nestled in the Musée Igor Balut with piano

Manuel

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

He was that guy over there with the moustache who I felt looking at me, sometimes smiling, but never speaking. Italian, French, Spanish?

I didn’t see him again.

Months later he is sitting suddenly in front of me, smiling, eager to talk, having just returned from Italy. A new resident artist at 59.

He often has a smile like the tip of an iceberg of a story.
A story he doesn’t reveal to me. Not in words.

Manuel Baldassare, musician and painter currently working at 59 rue de Rivoli, 6th floor

Mr Fish doesn’t like to be photographed

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

Or maybe he just likes to play…

Mister P times three

François Poisson works and plays at 59 rue de Rivoli.

He shares clay and paint,
and will make room for you at his table
if you’re nice.

Illegal poetry?

Friday, May 28th, 2010

So much happened since I last posted, it has left me at times without words, but now I’ll find them.

Front door of 59Rivoli on May 15, 2010

On my birthday, les Omnis arrived in Paris. Beautiful coincidence.

Poets, artists, musicians.
From Cuba, on a European tour.
An extension of their Festival de Poesia Sin Fin.

Friends of my friend Sara Roumette (journalist who spent much time in Cuba), it was arranged that they use my studio at 59 rue de Rivoli for one of their performances because the gallery was occupied by Ruban Vert. The magic of photo studios, you can transform them into anything you want. I was thrilled to be useful.

Amaury standing on his head, in the pot that he wears there, which reads in Spanish, 'this is not a casserole.'

From the moment Nilo, Amaury and Luis Eligio walked in (a 4th member didn’t get permission to leave Cuba), I could see these people were awake, alive, excited, participating in life with full hearts. They’ve worked together for 15 years, have friends all around the world and connect directly, hands-on. People so open are a strong contrast in Paris.

Luis Eligio, makes eye-contact with everyone, after each piece of clothing that he takes off on the sidewalk in front of 59.

Amaury and Nilo wrap Luis in Cuban newspapers so that he can barely move...

...nor talk, nor see

Performance continues upstairs with projections, poetry, music.

Amaury and Nilo

That evening after their performance it took us three hours to walk just over two miles. Everything was new for them, and their interaction with it was energizing for us.

After Paris, they went to Barcelona and there the trip was cut short. Papers. Bureaucracy. A premature return to Cuba. If that wasn’t disappointing enough, they just sent out an email with recent news. When they arrived in Havanna they were “randomly” searched (all three of them) and all of their belongings were confiscated : disk drives, computers, memory cards, cameras, poems, paintings, all images from their tour, all of their work and private correspondence. For 30 days their belongings will be held hostage.

Poets, artists, strip-searched and held for six hours. For what? For thinking differently? For behaving as free-thinkers? For inspiring people in Amsterdam, Denmark, Prague, Paris and Barcelona?

Thousands of kilometers away, this leaves me feeling helpless.

' ' Libres ' '



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A night at the Vagabond : Barbès II.

Monday, April 26th, 2010

Sometimes, when you think life can’t get any better, a piano rolls through the door and everything changes.

Thursday night’s vernissage of Vagabond Gallery’s Barbès Pas Grave II found us painting on Gaki and dancing to rag-time. TOUT est possible à Paris, don’t listen to Parisiens who say otherwise.

The list of creatives showing work included myself, Gaki, Adulkid, Yasuyo Iso, Kana Ueno, Etsuko Kobayashi, Sebastien Lecca, Kim Quach and Michel Vray.

Vincent Ange, Vagabond curator and catalyst. Vagabond entrance.

My wall of photos.

Kim Quach and Pascal Foucart watch as Yasuyo preps Gaki.

Gaki-zen

Gaki-zen getting cold on cement floor as we paint on him.

Sebastien Lecca, Kim Quach and Etsuko Kobyashi painting.

Slowly getting up from the collaboration, he finishes the painting, adds glue and other elements to the void where his body had been.

Gaki rechauffé, with Michel Vray.

During a pause in the action, I’m talking to a German artist about her self-explorations in super-8 while someone orders a piano.

Turns out, Philippe Bas doesn’t go anywhere without his upright.

And I thought my camera bag was heavy.
At least I don’t have to worry about parking.

The excitement and anticipation, while he pushes his piano into place, makes it feel like Christmas morning with Saint Nick making a surprise personal visit. And he hadn’t even played anything yet! Somehow we knew.

This music just makes people HAPPY.

Philippe Bas playing stride lit a fire under this woman.

Piano and good times

Painting in traffic

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

At 59 we sometimes paint on the walls.

Tonight the artist hosted by our gallery painted in the street.

Emmanuel Flipo likes to throw pigments to the wind.

Gaki arrives through a cloud of Flipo's performance

Flipo draws in the street in front of the 59 Rivoli gallery

Flipo making his déssin on rue de Rivoli

Flipo’s exhibition will be on view in the gallery until May 2nd.
59 rue de Rivoli, 75001. Paris.

My two walls

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Back from the sea with burnt forehead.

I moved my studio today.

By the grace of coincidence I’m taking over a small space just next to my old one at 59 Rivoli, that has been prematurely liberated. I will have a corner! I’ve been working in a rather small space, though I am quite used to working in closets. This one was basically a hallway.

Left-to-right, it was . . .

Back-left corner is where I'll now be working. The wall of photos is in the space where I've been the last several months

The full width of my space/hallway/studio, between the the walls. You can see the orange backside of a painting by Bruno Dumont that hangs in front of the entrance to the 4th floor. In the corner there is also the old bathroom door, provocatively painted by Hao, recuperated from the squat days.

The wall between my and Aliocha's studio. The b&w collage is staying, and growing. The other photos and black background are gone. Francesco's studio is in the distance, with his Don Quixote de la Mancha on the far wall.