Archive for the ‘What I found on the street today’ Category

DesCollages in Arles

Sunday, July 20th, 2014

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

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 de la Calade

rue Docteur Fanton

rue Docteur Fanton

Close-up on rue Dr Fanton.  I love the wall textures and wrinkles

Close-up on rue Dr Fanton. I love the wall textures and wrinkles

rue des Penitents Bleus

rue des Penitents Bleus

rue des Penitents Bleus, a spot that became more and more full as the week went on

rue des Penitents Bleus, a spot that became more and more full as the week went on

rue Portagnel

rue Portagnel

rue de l'Hotel de Ville

rue de l’Hotel de Ville

rue du Grand Couvent, someone didn't appreciate this one.

rue du Grand Couvent, someone didn’t appreciate this one.

7 months

Tuesday, May 27th, 2014

I’m always surprised when they live so long. This was the first photo pasted for Les Rencontres Photo du 10e last October. It looks like a tiger has gotten to it, and the title has been removed and replaced with OAK (makes me think of the street artist OakOak? But not his style).

Cité Riverin, Paris.

Cité Riverin, Paris.

rue des Déchargeurs

Thursday, February 20th, 2014

DesCollages on rue des Déchargeurs.

It’s a short street in front of 59 rue de Rivoli, named siége des Déchargeurs in 1300, for the workers (déchargeurs) unloading stock for Les Halles market. You can’t see it here in the dark, but on the left at number 3 is the Théâtre des Déchargeurs. Built in 1708, the wiki page has photos of the façade by Eugene Atget. How wonderful it would be to have an Atget app for smartphones. Someone must be working on that. I hope someone is working on that.

Rue des Déchargeurs, Paris.  February, 2014.

Rue des Déchargeurs, Paris. February, 2014.

For Saul

Sunday, December 1st, 2013

My humble homage to Saul Leiter.
I’m so sad he’s gone and so grateful he existed.

Pink umbrella at Place de la République.

Pink umbrella at Place de la République.

La Penseuse qui pleure

Sunday, October 20th, 2013

Je ne sais pas si c’est de la colle ou de la pluie,
mais elle semble pleurer
et ça me plais.

I don’t know if it’s from the glue or the rain,
but she seems to be crying,
and I like it.

Paris Techno Parade

Saturday, September 14th, 2013

Some moments from today’s Techno Parade in Paris.

Checking the up-do at the Techno Parade.

Checking the up-do at the Techno Parade.

Confetti over the crowd.

Confetti over the crowd.

Deep in the crowd, blvd des Filles du Calvaire, Paris.

Deep in the crowd.

The Little Girl and The Pusher

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013

A couple of today’s treasures from my weekly Wednesday in the dark room, and a new series of photos brewing.

Being led along the Seine.

Being led along the Seine.

The pusher.  8e arrondissement.

The pusher. 8e arrondissement.

Doctor, my eyes

Monday, December 3rd, 2012

are slipping through cement,
reflecting the September Moon.

Aurore et les mouettes

Friday, July 20th, 2012

Every time I pass the Square Georges Cain at night, I hear seagulls singing. And every time, it makes me stop and think how far the sea is from here. And every time, I stop walking and look at this girl standing in the roses, shining like she’s made of glass.

Tonight, for the first time, I looked at the plaque and saw that her name is Aurora and she is made of bronze.

Aurore, a XVIIe century bronze by Laurent Magnier, in the roses of the Square Georges Cain. Paris.

Here’s sun in your eyes

Monday, May 21st, 2012

Paris weather can be so disappointing, but at the end of the day when your hope is gone, the sun sometimes puts on a quick show and you think, “Paris, you bitch, you are beautiful.”

Paris, 11e.

May 1, 2012

Tuesday, May 1st, 2012

Back in Paris just in time for May 1st. Last year, Côte d’Ivoire had the loudest, most urgent message. This year it’s clearly a distaste (I’m being too kind) for Sarkozy. It will be an interesting week leading up to Sunday’s election results. One of my dearest friends, in updating me on what he’s doing this week, said “and on Sunday we are changing the President.” We shall see very soon…

Sarko's words turned on himeslf, Casse toi, pov'con was the phrase of the day. It was Sarko's response to someone who refused his handshake at an Agriculture fair in 2008, saying 'don't touch me, you'll get me dirty,' and basically means, get outta here, stupid ass.

Boulevard St Michel, May 1, 2012.

Headline on Siné Mensuel: Last elections before the revolition.

Alternatives: Solidarity, Ecology, Feminism, Self-Management

This man was photographed at least 30 times in the five minutes that he walked by me. His sign: Sarkozy: Well, that's good, for US!

Place de la Bastille, May 1st, 2012. 'Sarko, you're an asshole.'

Small finds

Friday, September 16th, 2011

I feel like such a city person, terribly fascinated by banal country creatures. Slugs, snails, starfish, these curious things find themselves at my feet on treks around the island. Brijesh has been scanning objects he finds, so each time I find a little creature, I hand it over to him for the scanner.

Snail living in the ruins of the Halsnoy Monastery, Sunnhordland, Norway.

These are the days

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

Forgive the quality, I was on my way home from a concert venue that would’ve made me coat-check my usual camera, so I was borrowing a compact. I find I shoot a helluva lot when I have a little toy-like camera, taking notes all over the place. Anyway, that’s another topic. I couldn’t pass by this kiosk without taking a photo, and I’m likely not the only one. It was Obama pointing at me that made me stop in my tracks.

The kiosk display on the left, alternated between the current cover of Le Point and Paris Match, while the Observateur on the right was static.

America is Back, the World after Ben Laden and the Most Beautiful Day. Is any of it real? Could someone please refill my wine glass?

Kiosk in Paris, the minutes when May 5th became May 6th, 2011.

What I found in the sky today

Saturday, November 27th, 2010

Ok, I’m hopelessly incapable of lying. It wasn’t today. I threw these into a folder full of views from this apartment. It was only today that I re-found them, on a day when I’ll be traveling across the sky, crossing paths with three other friends traveling in three different directions.

A synchronistic-photo-find.

A hop, skip and a jump

What I found on the street today

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Just a few meters from each other,
I think they grew up on the same tree.

One is already missing and the other
will soon be dried to dust.

Violet Spring

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Avenue Laumiere is dressed in violet, top to bottom.

My favorite tree is blooming, and forever back-lit. Research determines it to be a Paulownia tomentosa, introduced in Europe via Japan in 1834. This makes me love it even more.

My dancing tree

On my way down to the metro, I collect the cadaver blooms that have fallen.

I take out the Polaroid camera, and in the milli-second that my bag is open, a violet flower gets sucked in by the wind.

Pola in cadavers

I wait on the corner for the pola to develop and I take out the digital.

I love the polaroid so much, I have to photograph the photograph.

The Polaroid Impulse in action on rue de Meaux

I think of giving someone the polaroid, but I’m not ready to break my attachment to it.

I decide to think about it a while.

Instead, I give these violet buds to kind Mr. B. at the internet/telephone shop. B is for Bangladesh, his native land. He thinks I’m an architect because the day I met him, I was on my way to an interior architecture shoot.

Despite the suspicious look, he seemed very happy to receive my rescued flowers.

A suspicious Mr. B.

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.

Ouagadougou

Sunday, February 8th, 2009
Here are some images taken in my free time in Ouagadougou.  This curious child was one of the few who got this close to me without crying.  True, I am shockingly pale in bright sunlight.

Encounters in Ouagadougou

Encounters in Ouaga

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Hair salon and street in Ouaga

And the reason I was in Ouagadougou in the first place was to finish what I call The Red Clothes Project.  A little over a year ago I hopped into a truck with a driver who collects donated clothes for Le Relais out of containers all around Paris.  I got out at their depot in Pantin, just outside of Paris, and after explaining my idea for a photo project to follow donated clothes throughought the chain of recycling, left my contact info with the person in charge.  A few weeks later I got a phone call and the project began.  I’ll include photos soon on my website, but for now here is a little glimpse.  The expo will be up in Paris next week and will be shown periodically around France through 2009.

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