Posts Tagged ‘protest’

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.

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.'

Pirate’s eyes

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Was he so upset that I was leaving, after our weekend romping in fields and forest, that he couldn’t even look at me? Or was he protesting wearing my homemade halo of daisies? Apparently a retired hunting dog will not wear flowers.

Pirate hides his eyes

May Day 2010, Paris

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I was on my way to the studio yesterday and got side-tracked with the May 1st parade. I thought I’d just stop by really quick and check it out, then stayed several hours and never made it to the studio.

Dancing for Tamil Eelam to be recognized as independent from Sri Lanka. In front of the arches at Strasbourg St. Denis.

When so many people are in the street, the energy and diversity of people are irresistible. I’m not the best manif photographer. Not like my friend Gaelic, who I ran into today (and has been shooting May Day for years). He is up there within inches of faces with a 12-24mm. It’s a rare occasion that I feel bold enough to get that close without a conversation first. Yet I’ve seen probably all of my male photog friends walk right up close and shoot without a word. They claim their space, their role, with an apparent confidence I sometimes envy. I don’t know many female photogs unfortunately, and it’s too easy to wonder if this approach has something to do with having a penis. I don’t like to generalize. But I do wonder.

'For us, retirement is at the age of 60!'

I think I’m more subtle, and the intimacy of these situations is one reason why the manif is so irresistible. Everyone is close, squeezing, shouting and dancing through the street. You walk along with Kurds, communists, feminists, Jeunes Socialistes selling roses, Iranians announcing that organization of any kind puts you in prison. Everyone is labeled with their cause, telling an important story.

At Place de la République, a boy leans on a van next to a poster of Venezuela's Hugo Chavez looking very paternal, and request for release of five Cubans detained in the United States

Girl walking with the Paraguay-Uruguay-Bolivia crowd

'A woman is raped every 10 minutes' So if I spent, let's say, 4 hours at the parade, that means...

'In Iran, organizing leads to prison.' The word prison was on ALL of their signs

Growing up in the “Greater Chicagoland Area” as I did, I don’t remember the Labor Day parades. I think we just grilled big pieces of meat in the backyard and shot hoops in the driveway. Sometimes it’s challenging to really comprehend that all of these events happen on the same planet, at the same time.