Lakes and Reservoirs

I've just discovered the work of Matthew Brandt and it clearly reminded me some of the experimentation I've done with photography while in art school.
As a messy person, my hand bag contains forgotten treasures from scattered tobacco to old photographic film. These have lived or rather survived the intense heat of a trip to the Caribbean or the aggressive drum of my washing machine and have left a unique imagery made of distortion and stains. "Happy accidents" as my art school teachers used to call them and that I found in Brandt's latest collection Lakes and Reservoirs.

The connection he builds between what is real and what is visualized seems obvious. It is more than just a picture, Brandt's took the pictures of the lake then plunged it into the own lake water. It is a process he has already used previously when taking his friend in picture, then used the tears to attack the silver film with its salt.

The relation of mirrors and photography: a very standardized almost cliché notion of photography but still very true. A kind of deep set abyss where the flames burn the film.

Aliénor.

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To see more pictures of the Jordan Trip → Space Travel

Most of my friends and family know that the circuits by which my thoughts are travelling are not always in the best state and this summer these are totally fucked up. I don't know if it is working under hot temperatures that provokes this black out - for sure it helps - but I'm dreaming of a new start far away.

Far far away, in a weird and unexpected place where noone wants to go. Thinking of a artificial citites built along oil wells or in the middle of the Siberia desert. Above all I want to feel out of place. Walking on a snowy beach or sleeping on a warm and flat stone of an awakening volcano.

While I'm in the mood of leaving everything behind, I remember that beautiful trip to Kingdom of Jordan. It keeps on inspiring me. When I was there, in every little village I stopped by, I've tried to picture myself and at the end of the journey I was pretty sure I wanted to come back and live there.

Alien.

Purple Run

My bestfriend's dad is getting married this autumn. For what is going to be the most offbeat event of the season I need to wear something really special.
In Berlin I found a really cute vintage shop in the Kreusberg area where my eyes stopped on a purple stuff hangling between old tee-shirt. We were not shopping this day and just entered out of curiosity . When I tried on I felt transported to another decade. The size was perfect in the waist, the lenght. It was made for me.
Picturing myself with flower crowns made of daisies and roses and this purple - a violent washed and past purple that gave you nausea when you look too long at it - folk dress.

The saler told me the little story going with the dress (good vintage salers often tell you the history to make you identify and not look at the price which in this cas was the highest of the whole shop) :

His mum (key word#1) used to wear it in the seventies (key word #2) while going to California (#3) to music festivals (#4) with all her friends in motorcycles (#5) and that where she met my dad, a gypsy (#6⁵ ) musician (#7) she fell in love with him and here I am !

Apart the fact that wearing a bridal gown that 40 years ago received a germano-gypsy coitus did not delight me, my skin in autum would be at its worst.
Poor me, with no summer holidays this year my pale skin will soon turn violet and too much bitchy colors kill the bitch !

Ps : I love everything of the video of Nikki Lane. It is a kind of illustration of the german saler story.I'm fooled anyway.

Gone, Gone, Gone I won't be back....

Alien.

Fishing nets

Killer Banana Heels

This picture was taken last year in London in my flat. An irresistible red boot mood.

Expensive shoes. I hate myself for writing a post about it but I have to admit these are sick. Charlotte Olympia, the designer that was previously more famous for her family tree than for her creation scored a bet. The secrets of this success could be found in the thickness of her address book that would do the promotion but also in the height of the heels.

As our generation is a a generation of complexed people, we must be ever more beautiful, more intelligent, thinner, younger, and taller. And for the last point - apart a terrible surgical intervention I've once seen on TV- heels are the only way to make you look taller. Here, Charlotte Olympia' shoes have a point: disproportionaly high, thes shoes are also comfortable.
Adding to this crucial point, that she is inspired by london street fashion (A big bang of color and glitter deployed over tattooed bodies) and above all by her little sister, Alice Dellal, a fashion icon by herself that brought the punk attitude to the front row.

NB : this blog is everything but another fashion blog. I hate fashion, I hate expensive shoes but today I'm in a mood of wearing killer banana heels.

I've tried so hard to find copies of it, but all I could find was the following by Irregular Choice. Not very convincing. I feel like I'm facing the same wall than when my friend Emily told me she has found Christian Louboutin's at one hundred euros on a website and when she sent me the link it was : www.christianlouboutin.china. Desillusion.

Alien.