~K4Breathing

Last night I went to the concert of Dionysos in Lille (about 21pm) with friends of mine. For those who still don't know this rock band – not frenchies are half-allowed to -, I must admit that if you listen to them (myspace or anything else), you won't immediately understand why I'm so fucking happy of what I saw yesterday.

But in a few words : This was madness... this was Dionysos !

Actually, first I thought only tracks like « Song for Jedi » or « Old Child » would be headbangable, but I was wrong. They were so deranged, thrilled... aggressive ! Especially the famous singer, Mathias Malzieu. A beast ! He didn't only slammed, he WALKED over the public. Then, slammed again, 'til he reached the end. Then ! He climbed up to the bleachers, over the wire netting. And kept on : he went to the end of the end of the end of the Zénith (huge concert hall) and shouted his song in his loudhailer... before coming back to the stage by the same way.

Violins, trumpets, amazing guitars, incredible DJ, the sound was perfect, although they had some little sound problems or fansboys and girls (but most boys – so fucking handsome yet so fucking fool) who couldn't help hurting everything which was in front of them to reach the unbelievable hand of Mathias. Kids.
I just succeeded : [link]



Anyway, today I woke to the rain of blood ( find the quote ) up to go & see Lille Art Fair, an European exhibition of contemporary art. It's especially for *Lenw that I go over there, he was with the Suty Studios. I immediately looked for his stuff, after noticed some pretty pics, found his staff, who told me they had to remove his work, which was here only for the private view and the first days (damn). We spoke a bit, I told I knew him – so you can trust me Lënw, I tried ^^ [link]

Besides, I found beautiful things but mostly bad ones (you understand, there was no Lënw ^^). There was a smell of... non-originality. No difference between most of them. Popart and Dadaism influence everywhere, extreme minimalism without cogitation, « contemporary art » for noobs and nerds from the hype in lack of feeling. I feel indeed pessimist about what people can find in such « art ». Do 70% of them go there only to say they did or to take the children out (and if dogs were allowed, I'm sure it would be 90%) ? Crap, man.

Anyway, here are some I found really interessant (I hadn't any pen to remember the others -_-) :

Jani (from Galerie Capazza)
[link]
Frederico Granell (from Galerie Nivet Carzon)
[link]
And of course ^^ Lënw
[link]


² : k. so easy googling...

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Beyond Good and Evil

"I did that," says my memory. "I could not have done that," says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually — the memory yields." Aphorism 68
"Anyone who despises himself will still respect himself as a despiser." Aphorism 78

Si certains étaient tentés d'aller le voir :

Le Premier Venu
de Jacques Doillon

ATTENTION\ Il paraît que cet avis est cruel, justifié par des détails et issu d'une personne qui ne comprend pas l'intérêt du film ni ne voit la sensibilité extrême des acteurs en rentrant dans leur personnage (dixit les personnes avec qui j'ai vu le film). /ATTENTION


Pourquoi aller voir Le Premier Venu ? La ré-ponse est évidente, limpide : pour son réalisateur. Jacques Doillon est une emblême du cinéma d'auteur, un artiste, un vrai, qui a depuis bien longtemps fait ses preuves. On se sent conforté dans cette idée face à des acteurs comme Jany Garachana dans le rôle du père martyrisé injustement par son voyou de fils, joué à merveille, lequel est lui-même suivi par un flic, superbe en tous points. Un trio d'hommes dont on se délectera tout au long du film, en plus de François Damiens qui y fait une vive apparition. Tous ont en commun de porter la complexité des personnages qu'ils incarnent, sublime élément charnière du cinéma d'auteur...

... et pourtant si dur à préserver. Ses véritables réussites vont se voir être descendues tout au long des deux heures de film par ce que l'on appelle une caricature du genre. Si je n'étais pas moi-même une femme, on crierait au misogyne, mais il vous faudra reconnaître que le jeu de Clémentine Beaugrand est tout à fait facile, risible, futile, profondément navrant. Quelle idée de confier un personnage aussi lourd que celui de cette femme à la fois ange et séductrice à une actrice dont c'est le tout premier film ? Ses arguments pour prétendre au rôle se résume à son visage caractéristique, qui, s'il ouvrait la bouche moins souvent, saurait préserver un peu plus longtemps la crédibilité du film. Mais celle-ci n'a de cesse de cracher des phrases pseudo-philosophiques, que l'on ne sait issues de son personnage ou véritablement prises au sérieux. Dont on préfère finalement se moquer ouvertement, tant chaque fois qu'elle parle, il semblerait qu'elle découvre avoir une voix. Ajoutez à cela des plans futiles, des compositions soi-disant conceptuelles mais tout aussi risibles ; on croirait voir vivre la mort de Jacques Doillon, lequel aurait donc eu ici recours au "Cinéma d'auteur pour les nuls". Je vais me permettre une comparaison avec mon film d'auteur le plus récent, vu la veille, 4 mois, 3 semaines et 2 jours. Tandis que ce dernier pourrait tout à fait prétendre à l'immortalité, ce qu'il ne fait presque pas, Jacques Doillon sacre déjà tous les films qui portent son nom, alors qu'ils ne risquent, à terme, que de renfermer du vide insipide.

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Enfin sinon ! Vacances, Holidays, Ferien, ich profite !

That's not really an update, 'cause in an update, you have really something to say.
In the last journal, I was speaking about ITER, but actually, I don't care. This time, I might should care about nuttin'. If some people found my last pics in a kind of way interesting (I couldn't believe it but...), there's sometimes more over there : [link] (may become a real website next, it's in progress).

Thanks to all who still take a look at this page. Merci.
And to those who listen to me, who try to understand to me, and sometimes manage to.


Call of Duty 4 do fuck his mother (french translation inside). Just try it. On Xbox360, if you can.
As for me, I do fuck people who have a Playstation 3. 'can't wait for Metal gear solid 4.
So, I read, and that's better like that, I think.


AND FOR THE TITLE
it comes from this :
How Many Germs Live On Your Keyboard? [link]
Enjoy It may be nice to submit your results here.
I have about 1,797,600 germs on mine.

People who know what ITER is must be wondering why I'm so provocative today.
No reason. Just wanna be provocative.

But I'll speak about that later... I have time, and I have an account. For sure, polemic on DA are not rly harmly welcomed...

Here I am to tell you I'll submit pictures of my China trip, which happened last easter holidays. I didn't decide it, I just found a person - who will recognize herself - at my knees, beseeching me to put them here... (hum, actually, he just sent me some lovely notes)

So you're gonna see pictures from Bei Jing, Shang Hai, Xi'an, Dunhuang, Lanzhou...
Hum, especially Lanzhou. There was a market not away from the museum, there. With a friend of mine, we decided to go both in this incredible mess... Stink, blood, meat, strange fishes in paperboard, lots of birds - but I didn't get the H5N1 Virus, be cool ! -, dentist on the street, with dentures on a dirty wood table... Things like that.
You will see.

subliminal messageagainst ITER ! against ITER ! end of the subliminal message

Here is a very lovely and talented dictionnary :


From Russia with Love.

*Big hug to Lënw which made me subscriber

Old cup of tea on the desk, lots of fucking papers dancing and floating everywhere around me, tiny light, just enough not to let my eyes die from the darkness... Tonight, a restaurant with my brother : orange, rum and mango, anything else doesn't matter... Besides, gonna entering a college next year, with 6hours of german and 5hours of history in german, besides, keep on reading, taking pictures, besides, I discovered I was fond of Russia, besides, I won't be there for two weeks, from next monday... besides, lots of stupid things like that...

Besides, (I think) I'm back here.
Enjoy.
Or not.



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