Friday, September 30, 2005

La Nuit Blanche

Tomorrow is 'la nuit blanche' here in Paris. Another crazy idea from lefty, homoey, radically, trendy maire of the city, Bertrand Delanoë. But quite cool if we can afford it.

The idea is that a bunch of strange 'installations' are set up in the city, in various courtyards and enclosures not usually open to the public. Hence, we have the double delight of seeing a hidden place plus unusual items in situ.

Last year I wandered around with recent ex Sophie and took the shots you can see here, which give you a taste of what you're in for. The one above is a building beautifully illuminated from within by multicoloured lights.

The one on the right here is my ex, Sophie, plus some of her friends walking on ahead of me for a wonderfully atmospheric pic, which I treated on the computer. It's a very sad one for me now.

Let's see what they come up with this year...

'Nuit blanche' means a night where you don't sleep and I can't even remember if there is an equivalent in English, I've been here so long - let me know if you do!

love, Sab

Princesses and Flames

It's very late, almost six in the morning, and I'm still messing around on the net. Gotta stop now, but I'm very frustrated because I can't post a new photo with this message - the old one keeps coming up.

Ahh, I think I've got it! This is a pretty surreal image of the massive golden flame next to the Pont d'Alma over the tunnel where Princess Diana was killed. "La Flâme de la Liberté" I think it's called.

A lot of people think it's some kind of monument to her, but it's nothing of the sort, with the tributes at its base being huffily removed on a regular basis. The French aren't too keen on the unauthorised appropriation of national monument by wayward British royals, deceased or otherwise.

I manipulated the photo to give it a chilly, sinister feel, complete with strange blue clouds which echo the wavy pattern of the flames.

The pont d'Alma isn't far from my flat, on the other side of the Champs de Mars, and I often cross over it, walking or running, on my perambulations across Paris.

For some reason Parisian bridges are always a somewhat sad experience for me, and I sometimes close my eyes as I cross them. It's probably because I met my last love on one, and they have never been the same since. But you can't escape them, there are so many, and they are a joy too of course, giving the city so much character.

Well, that's all for today. More later.

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