Posts Tagged ‘Paris’

St. Eustache

Friday, April 24th, 2015

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.

Looking up, near the east-side entrance of St. Eustache, Paris.

Music in a metallic rainbow

Friday, April 17th, 2015

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

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

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

The guitar steel pan on which I played Mambo Lake and Steel Biguine

Goodbye Coolin

Monday, March 23rd, 2015

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.

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.

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.

Dancers behind the stage, between Marten Ingle and Yoshito Kiyono.

Two thousand fifteen

Monday, January 19th, 2015

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.

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.

Place de la République, Paris. January 7, 2015.

DesCollages @ Le Brklyn – Paris

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

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.

Eyes on the Marais

Monday, November 10th, 2014

descollages dans le marais, paris.
november 2014.

rue Verlomme / Tournelles

rue Verlomme / Tournelles

rue de Beauce / Bretagne

rue de Beauce / Bretagne

DesCollages guided tour

Friday, November 7th, 2014

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!
The Tour

My accomplice

My accomplice

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

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.

DesCollages, la suite

Monday, November 18th, 2013

The photo festival, Les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e, continues for another couple of weeks in Paris, and I’ve been out again enlarging the circle of my street exhibition.

There is a map here: DesCollages Map
(though it now includes rue Bichat, near metro Jacques Bonsergent, and also farther west to the Passage des Petites Ecuries, great place to go for drinks and dinner btw.)

DesCollages no. 8 rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 8
rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 4, and what we photograph. Passage des Petites Ecuries

DesCollages no. 4,
and what we photograph.
Passage des Petites Ecuries

DesCollages no. 7  rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 7
rue Bichat

DesCollages no. 9   (La Penseuse)   Blvd Magenta

DesCollages no. 9
(La Penseuse)
Blvd Magenta

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.

Rencontres dans la rue

Thursday, October 17th, 2013

In participation with Les Rencontres Photographiques du 10e arrondissement in Paris, a selection of 9 photos from my DesCollages series can be spotted around the 10th district from now until the end of November. If you see any of them, take a shot and send it to me! Or better, post it to me here: https://www.facebook.com/DanielleVoirin

If you’re in Paris, come by La Petite Louise Friday night, October 18th at 19h, across the street from La Mairie. We’ll be having an opening upstairs and giving away one of the posters!

Des années

Tuesday, September 24th, 2013

Ten years have now passed, since I changed countries. I’m almost breathless, looking back, seeing who I was, who I think I was, and who and where I thought I would be today. People make ten-year plans, I never have. I have dreams but I don’t give them deadlines. I was impatient with the Paris dream. I tried once, it was all set up, seemingly perfect, and then fell through just after the Twin Towers. I let it go. And maybe it’s like they say about the people you love. Let them go and they may come back to you. I let the dream rest, though never stopped desiring it, never stopped saying out loud what the ideal situation would be.

I changed paths, out of necessity, and became reacquainted with another dream, one not linked to a particular city, one that could be initiated right where I was.

In looking for a starting point, I jumped through numerous hurdles to get to where I thought I should begin, and when it was my turn to sign up, all seats were taken. But it was vital for me to begin, so I found a second-string starting point, one I judged as inferior but at least put me into action. The new plan-B-point-A would take me far, to where I wanted to be, because the room where my plan B started was where another person had entered by mistake and then decided to stay.

A relationship began, one that would bring me to Paris and then dissolve. A person came into and out of my life, enabling “the ideal” situation in between, which I had so often described out loud.

But a dream is maybe like having a photo of a tarte au citron meringuée when the reality is eating one. Except reality also requires you to learn to make the thing first, then savor it. And those are the ones you don’t forget.

These years have been a lot of work, and sometimes a real pain in the ass, but equally delicious.

I’m still working on the meringue.

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.

A Reyna Aquarelle

Wednesday, May 1st, 2013

For two very fun years I shared a big loft with two painters from Argentina. I lived upstairs on the mezzanine, and they worked downstairs. It was a pretty raw space. We had a tiny improvised kitchen in one corner, a very aged red sofa in another and wonderful floor-to ceiling windows. No door separated our spaces, just a half-wall, over which I took these time-lapse photos of Martin Reyna making watercolors. I love seeing the process behind a piece of art, and I got to witness Martin’s practice daily. In celebration of his birthday today, here’s a selection from those days.

Feliz cumple Martin!

Martin Reyna painting a watercolor.  Paris, 2007.

Martin Reyna. Paris, 2007.

Great place for a skateboard

Wednesday, May 1st, 2013

It’s hard looking through old work sometimes. I groan, tear up some prints, light up at the sight of others, and travel back in time much more pronounced way than when looking at photos on a computer screen. Today I went back through rolls of film shot after first moving to Paris, and the contact sheets that had both Chicago and Paris on them. It’s interesting to see what I was focused on then, and how I was constructing my photos. The obsession with geometry was always there. This one I rather like. I think it was taken at Bercy. Great place for a skateboard.

Skater at Bercy.  Paris, 2003.

Skater at Bercy. Paris, 2003.

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.

A dream is a road

Thursday, December 27th, 2012

10e arrondissement

Strip revisited

Wednesday, October 17th, 2012

I spent the evening with an inspiring friend, choreographer Gaëlle Bourges, whose work I’ve photographed on a number of occasions and who is soon to be the subject of a book. Tonight we made some new selections of photos taken in the last five years and one thing we revisited was a performance she created for Paris’s Nuit Blanche in 2007 called Strip.

It was pretty intense, to witness this erotic and humorous show in the center of Paris (next to Les Halles!) on the night of the World Cup quarter-finals in rugby when France beat New Zealand. While three women stripped and teased in these sulfurously-lit phone booths, the cafés and streets all around were full of cheering testosterone.

More photos here.

Marianne Chargois, as the fun begins.

Nuit Blanche 2007, Alice Roland and Marianne Chargois.

I once dated a man who was like trying to hold water in your hands

Monday, August 6th, 2012

In the end
I was just thirsty

One night in Paris, drifting along the Bassin de la Villette.

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.

At home on top of trees

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012

My gorgeous view, from a rented room of my own, which I will have for only four more days and four more nights. I have lived on top of these trees, with a view of the Butte Chaumont and the big Parisian sky, for 2.5 years. It’s true, you do get used to climbing stairs, and to your roommate calling you from the courtyard down below, asking you to toss the bike room keys out the window so she doesn’t have to make the 7-flight climb.

Armand Carrel on a summer day

Armand Carrel on a cloudy night

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?