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Georgy's cam://lunch
If I told you what I eat, would you know who I am ?
By: Georgy KISHTOO
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| Thursday, 8-Jul-2004 00:00 |
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windswept seaside
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fractals
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curves
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more curves
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tilted curves go all escheresque
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for the third time in four years (see 2001, 2002) I've convoyed the girls to Biarritz for their extended vacations. no sun this year, just wind and water everywhere, in the air, in the light, in the waves.
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| Monday, 7-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Beware of new driver on the roads
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the treat : tarte citron meringuée - lemon tart with meringue
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Well... almost one year later, I've finally passed my pratical driving test... successfully... at the third attempt.
After receiving the mail this morning I drove Christine to the lab in the Picasso, for the first time ever. Later in the day we had lunch outside, near the Luxembourg, on the corner of St Jacques and Gay Lussac.
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| Friday, 2-Apr-2004 00:00 |
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at the appollo
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cheese cake
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inox café
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important business meeting. 
pity, I didn't bring out the camera until the dessert...
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| Wednesday, 24-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Hum... Amanda
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As sweet on film as she is on a stage at the Salon du Livre (the Paris book fair), talking about Eric Rohmer.
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| Tuesday, 16-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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Pascal of Bollywood at Beaubourg
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P. Of. B singing "Zindagi ek safar" to the crowd
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boots and tablas
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the centre pompidou
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| Tuesday, 2-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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vegetarian today
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which means lots of nice tasty food... and also an escape at the upscale "Bon Marché" for the Vogue exhibition and a chocolate + macaron in the new delicabar.
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| Monday, 1-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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lunch with ArkanGL
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porte de clichy... we both got it wrong.
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| Thursday, 22-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Wish you were here
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Pink Floyd Interstellar
Cité de la musique, Paris
I finally went to the Pink Floyd exhibition...
Lots of people, very young ones in current or seventies garb, older ones like me (or older) and - totally appropriate, attention-grabbing, and disquieting - a small bunch of guys obviously from a psychiatric institution, sleepwalking, drug-stunned, grazing from one exhibit to another, book-ended by a cadre of safekeepers.
Lots of musics, words and images. And memorabilia, totally authenthic of course. Guitars, drum kits, keyboards, amps, props, effects racks, contracts, song and sleeve drafts, costumes, dummies, script excerpts, Gerald Scarfe drawings, and bricks from The Wall.
Here are some pics, medium resolution versions are available on click :
- a cow
- the handwritten original version of "Wish you were here", complete with chords, for you to play along.
- The "Dark Side Of The Moon" sleeve design proposal
- An effect rack to kill any guitarist (me included)
- The "Division Bell" sculpture
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| Tuesday, 13-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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A musical shock
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Part of the 55-piece orchestra.
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That night, from the far end.
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I was attending some domestic duties at the 13th arrondissement City Hall, the clerk was struggling to make out my words as the Star Wars theme was blaring out from somewhere deep in the core of the city hall. During the briefest break she revealed that an orchestra next door had been rehearsing for hours now.
After I left her, I walked around this huge ornamental second floor of the city hall, exactly where I got married five years ago. Sweeping violin waves were seeping from the half-open doors at the far edge of an intimidating, endless, hallway. Tip-toeing my Pumas, I squeaked my way to the gilded opening to have a peek. I saw the bent back of a girl playing contrabass and what seemed to be dozens of other classical musicians. Another contrabass player turned to me and went, shhh, close the door. I said "can I come in?" He said, "yes, but close the door". I did.
The hall was huge, impressive but friendly, as public buildings seem to me now that I'm french.
A full 40-50 piece orchestra was playing what suspiciously sounded like a John Williams sweep. I sat down in the fifth row of the deserted hall and for the next minutes exposed myself to the direct blow of fifty-or-so instruments played by very intense and precise young musicians obviously delighted to play what must have been the soundtracks to their lives.
The director stopped, gave directions, corrections, and trigerred hell, once more. So blasted Vader's theme, live, unfiltered, with 50 channels more that any 6.1 system could provide.
Maybe five times in my life have I been so grateful for being some improbable place by sheer coincidence. This was some kind of dream, a superlative one, where I didn't have to provided the details of the visuals and the soundtrack. I just had to feed on this superior reality; this rich, detailed, precise, perfectly tuned, inhabited, restitution.
I sat and listened, and tooks notes, and regretted not having carried my camera, and cringed at the idea I couldn't come back later for the real concert. I SMSed some friends about what I was going through, then called them without being too obvious, without a word, simply feeding the music through the cellphone, ignoring if someone was at the other end or if the voicemail system was picking up the airing.
There in that high, empty hall, bathed in the golden sunlight of the early afternoon, I sat and basked in the live blast of the star wars theme and more. It lasted another fifteen minutes, then everybody was up and packing. I left, wondering how to negociate the outing.
Well I did. So, that night I was back, with the camera. Far in the back, among 400 or so attendees. Took pictures. And recorded some sound bites. Like the LOTR theme, the Breakfast at Tiffany's theme and the E.T. theme.
PS: You can learn a lot more about these concert here http://www.musique-et-toile.asso.fr/ and about that night's program here.. The 24-yr old director was brilliant, as his orchestra was. Young, bright, professional musicians who seem delighted to play the classical music of their times.
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| Monday, 5-Jan-2004 00:00 |
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Writing, on and on.
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I decided to make myself a sophisticated and fast lunch : goat cheese (crottin de chavignol) baked on a slice of apple + toast, with a bilberry jam topping. Plus a glass of water and a caramel cream. The red towel was a tribute to "Dead ringers".
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