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Pierre Grimblat, brokenhearted, just couldn’t get over an intense love affair that had gone amiss years ago and worse, just couldn’t get it out of his head. In shambles, he had told François Truffaut all about his obsession with this failing.
Read MoreYou drove a Saab, Rosanna. It suited you perfectly, that car. An expression of your personality, a free spirit refusing those Hollywood codes.
Read MoreSo, how much crap do I have to put up with? There were a couple of good scenes in the beginning, like this one, but now it’s just plain lousy.
Read MoreWhat a fright I got. When I saw the windows emptied of their Leica, Rollei, Hasselblad, Plaubel, Mamiya, Nikon and their myriad of other film cameras, I thought that was the end of the line for old Campion’s shop.
Read MoreMadonna, Blondie, Lio, Harrison Ford, Axelle Red, Mickey Rourke, Arielle Dombasle and even Amélie Nothomb are crazy about them. Elvis Pompilio is a brilliant milliner, his hats selling like hotcakes from New York to Shanghai.
Read MoreThis tree grew on the D281 that crosses the wooded countryside, menaced by an airport construction project, around Notre-Dame des Landes.
Read MoreThe voice of a mountain, a barefoot mountain, a swaying mountain. Dick Annegarn rises above the Nether Lands, its four imaginary borders between Holland, Belgium, Morocco and France.
Read MoreWithin one night, with her fingers agile, she makes an origami of your life. She leaves you at dawn, her perfume on your lips, the origami on the bed.
Read MoreThe man I saw coming out of this brothel is Jaco Van Dormael. What was this great director doing there?
Read MoreWhile covering a story, I accompanied a French troupe of dancers whose dream it was to be right up there with the best of the American cheerleaders.
Read MoreThis photo is part of the By the Time I get to Malmö series, taken last weekend on the spur of the moment. Sometimes, you have to leave to see clearly, gain some height, look elsewhere for that light.
Read MoreTo each his Darth Vader. This black shadow, whether hovering or hurtling along, always on your tail. It’s a demon that, sooner or later, must be dealt with. Mine is called The Leader.
Read MoreBefore becoming one of the greatest mystery writers, Thomas Owen started out as an art critic writing for La Libre Belgique and Le Phare under the pseudonym Stéphane Rey.
Read MoreWhat’s going on at Mimi’s restaurant in Little Italy, New York? Gunshots? A mafia bosses’ meeting? Is Rudi Giuliani having lunch with Monica Bellucci?
Read MoreOn August 15th and on my motorbike, leaving Marseille, I’ll be crossing the procession in the Panier neighbourhood, which every year carries the statue of the Virgin Mary through all its little streets.
Read MoreThese kids from Cu-Chi are playing on what’s left of this old tank destroyed by their forefathers during the Vietnam War. But, which one?
Read MoreRenaissance women used belladona to render their beauty more enticing. Applied on the eyes, the hermaphroditic flower dilated their pupils, offering a dark, deep gaze.
Read More“I want to create a new generation of engineers that thinks in a different way”, says Giorgio Rizzoni, Professor of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering at The Ohio State University.
Read MoreBag found in our Volkswagen California this Monday. Notice to its owners, who were picked up in Notre-Dame des Landes on Sunday at the Ardinières intersection near the law enforcement detail deployed to monitor the entrance to the ZAD – such nonsense on a festival weekend!
Read MoreIn “Camera Lucida”, Roland Barthes describes what happens when we look at a photo. The attention is borne by he who is looking, he is the active one.
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