MMS from Dubrovnik

A slap in your face

Parce que la musique est mon prozac, mon héroïne et mon viagra concentré, je viens de comprendre la raison de ce vol stupide. Tout d'abord, cela m'apprendra à faire confiance à certains connards (que j'empalerai dès mon retour selon le principe "Si c'est pas toi, c'est ton frère".), ensuite je dois m'estimer heureux parce que j'avais bien plus que cela avec moi et enfin, Dieu me rappelle que je suis volontaire à l'ONU et ne devrait pas économiser mais dépenser. Je crois qu'il n'a pas encore reçu ma facture Visa de Thaïlande mais ok, le message est passé. Apparemment, le Khartoum-Dubrovnik-Khartoum-Geneve-Paris-NewYork-Geneve-Khartoum en 3 semaines n'était pas suffisant, il faut plus. En plus des dépenses standards et nécessaires à New York (champagne, filles et coke), peut-etre qu'il faut que je me paie ce Canon 16-35mm 2.8 de la mort qui tue. J'ai peur que le record de Toni à New York (attention, private joke) va bientôt tomber.
En attendant, je bois mon Cointreau en business class, dans des pantalons Home (attention publicité) n'ayant pas vu une machine à laver depuis le siècle dernier et ayant un joli trou dévoilant le haut de l'arrière de ma cuisse droite (à faire décroiser les jambes de Sharon Stone), je drague l'hôtesse de l'air turque (oui Luca, elle a les cheveux courts), écoute Kate Nash dans les écouteurs que mon frangin chéri m'a offerts (t'es le plus fort!) et je me demande quand je deviendrai sage.
Allez.... une dernière ligne dans les toilettes avec l'hôtesse et je vais dormir.

Pauvre con

I'm again at Khartoum airport. I'm going to Dubrovnik for my course, I'm gonna meet photographers, I'm traveling in business class and I'll stay in a nice hotel. Happy time! Grrrr... Almost. A moth*%fu+"er got the excellent idea to steal me US$500. It could have been much more but I'm anyway extremely pissed off. If you a good joke, an heritage or a love declaration for me, it's the right time. Meanwhile, I'll keep on thinking about what I could have bought with this money. Useless... I know.

Et je me suis fait mordre par une putain de fourmi carnivore. Journee de merde. Oui, je suis vulgaire en francais aussi.

Recherche hôtesse de l'air intelligente et célibataire

According to a mean (ex-)friend: "You take too many airplanes. You should at least have a girlfriend pilot, you would see her more frequently than your friends in Europe". I'm not gonna comment (he's not my friend anymore :-) ) but I just remark that my ecological footprint is a disaster. I dont sort my garbage (useless in Darfur), i use AC, drink water in plastic bottle, drive a 4x4 and, (yes) abuse of helicopters/airplanes. And the coming weeks are not gonna be better. I'm gonna use more airplanes in one month than my parents in their entire life. Am I sorry? Yes! Can I do something against it? Except buying a donkey... no, unfortunately not.

P.S: Pour le titre.... c'est pas gagné.

Blablablabla ....

I'm tired. I want to be in Croatia and to speak about photography with real photographers. No bullshit, just pictures.

MMS

It's an order

Si vous trouvez les lundis déprimants,

ou

Si vous croyez qu'il n'existe aucun réalisateur de talent en Suisse,

ou

Si vous aimez le canard laqué, les rouleaux de printemps et le poulet aigre-doux,

ou

Si vous souhaitez impressionner votre futur(e) homme/femme par votre culture,

ou

Si vous voulez entendre parler chinois avec un accent suisse romand,

ou

Si vous cherchez un prétexte pour pouvoir m'aborder lors de mon prochain passage en Suisse

alors regardez:

  "REVE DE CHINE"

l'excellent film de François Yang,

le lundi 27 Avril 2009 à 20H30,

 sur TSR2, lors de l'émission "Les Docs du Lundi".

http://www.revedechine-lefilm.ch/

Tout manquement sera puni d'une manière impitoyable. Vous êtes prévenus.

 

A life with my own words (3)

Une bonne journée: Se réveiller seul dans sa chambre, prendre une douche tiède, sauter dans un hélicoptère, arriver dans un petit village perdu au milieu des montagnes, prendre des photos pendant 5h, partager un repas avec Madame l'Ambassadeur, parler de la vie ici, dormir dans le vol du retour, commencer à processer ses photos au boulot, aller jouer du volley, rire, regarder Jack Bauer se faire torturer, monter sur le toit, y penser, sourire et se dire "dans 3 semaines je suis à un mariage et dans 4, je croque la Big Pomme".

En silence

Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief
Where you are the valet of honour and I am the thief
And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track
How from a beautiful girl I became someone ruined and wrecked
It was all in your back
All in your back

So I spin in the dance of your absence and put on a show
But why do I smile baby, you of all people should know
The one that you loved
Died a long time ago

You can't do me wrong with charity until
You'll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will
But with your voice and melodies you kill, you kill
Your version of glory is dark and it's covered with sin
And I wanna dive in an ocean of pink tourmaline
I've seen the pure souls they exist and they fly
I think I could live with it, I know I can now

You can't do me wrong with charity until
You'll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will
But with your voices and melodies you kill, you kill

It's funny how now that I'm not in the palm of your hand
You're still running blindly to save me again and again
But I don't need a friend
No, I don't need a friend

You can't do me wrong with charity until
You'll exhaust your lies and remedies, you will
But with your voice and melodies you kill, you kill

In Your Back by Keren Ann

In NYC, 28 months ago, something started. In silence. It is now time to return there, and to listen to it.

MMS

Blablabla

Last night, I finished watching the first season of Dr. House (thanks F.). It's nice, original, the House's character is very interesting but all the episodes look a little bit the same:
- Min 0 : Dr. House is an asshole and doesn't want to treat the patient.
- Min 2: Dr. House finally accepts.
- Min 10: Dr. House gives to the patient something, the patient almost dies.
- Min 20: Dr. House has no idea of what it could be.
- Min 30: Dr. House starts having an idea.
- Min 38: Dr. House finishes having an idea.
- Min 40: The patient is alive and happy. Dr. House is still an asshole.

But, who knows, Season 2 is maybe really better. But I won't have an answer before a few weeks.

Meanwhile, temperatures are getting higher and higher here (35 deg?) and it seems to be only the beginning. But Inch'allah, in 3 weeks, I'm gonna be freezing again.Pendant ce temps, bien que l'on vienne de me donner l'excellent film Closer ("Hello Stranger...") ainsi que la version originale de Solaris, de Tarkovsky (Je suis très fan du remake de Soderbergh avec le beau Georges qui, pour une fois, ne nous fait pas le coup de son sourire charmeur vendeur de chameaux), je me boirais bien un p'tit truc dans mon bar au 64ème étage.
Et si vous n'avez toujours pas écouté l'album des "Kooks" nommé "Konk", sachez que je ne vous parle plus. Et enfin, si vous connaissez des adresses pour loger pour pas trop cher à NYC (je sais... autant demander à un African de manger avec des baguettes), faites moi signe.

On s'eclate sur le net

Gmail users get publicity, on the webmail website, related to the content of their email displayed. If you ask to a friend for hotels in Paris, you will certainly get publicity for hotels.

But when I send an email with one sentence saying stupid things, as usually "Hi, I'm now working in the special forces, here is a picture of me to prove it", I would love to understand how i can get the following advertisement:

Quick translation: - How to flirt with her, learn to flirt. Advices from a professional. - US Amnesty - Lead painted soldiers, from the Napoleon Army - Jan Erhardt Jensen, Sanctification of Mother Teresa? - Find Love, Find and keep the Love of your life using auto-hypnosis.

Maybe I should write more often love letters, just to check if I get publicity for weapons, cars, tv series or condoms.

P.S: No, Easter doesn't exist in Darfur.

Circulez, il n'y a rien a voir

Friday, 1st day of a sudanese weekend: Be bored and watch 4 episodes of Dr. House, eat stupid Chinese noodles, go to work, process some pictures, update the website, receive an interesting email, have a nice talk, play volleyball with new faces, take a night shot, drive at night near the market, go home before this f$@#ing curfew, talk to the phone and think about it.

Merry Easter - Joyeuses Paques

Tu m'intrigues aussi

MMS

Je suis grognon. Je suis pas content de mes photos. Pour eviter que tout le monde en prenne pour son grade, je vais me taire. Meme tirer du gros calibre (20 et 50mm) depuis un APC ne m'aura pas calmé. Demain sera un autre jour... Inch'allah.

Idees en desordre

Today was a frustrating day. I'm not gonna speak about some wankers that tried to bulls**t me with technical problems (and who I was seriously considering to slap) but just about my work. I have different projects in mind and I'm waiting for clearances. And meanwhile, I have to wait or to take pictures of official events.
I looked at some old pictures I took a few years ago. I don't recognize myself. More than ever, I want to show people, faces, eyes, smiles. More than ever, i want to take low light pictures. Dark streets, reflection, night ambiance, etc... and therefore, although I'm learning a lot, official hand-shaking is not my favorite assignment and it is sometimes frustrating to have to wait.
I spent some time this evening looking at the work of who is now one of my favorite photographer, Ziv Koren. If you have the chance to have a look at the pictures he took at nights during military operation in Israel, it is really impressive.
Meanwhile, I enjoy, my rooftop, in the middle of night and think about the movie "The Reader", that you should watch.
Take care

Regarde moi dans les yeux

When you stay in a country with great food and amazing landscapes, when you spend your time swimming, snorkeling, walking, drinking, speaking with new persons you met and listening to music till late, to return in a place with nothing to do except work, seeing almost always the same faces, is not very motivating. I would have loved to stay longer and to visit other places, other cultures. In consequence, to be back in my small shared room, my tiny bed and the monotonous food was, for the first two days, no very pleasant.
But, by chance, my boss sent me to a crazy mission. I worked more than ever and remarked, one more time, how much I like my job. Moreover, my new camera is great and I'm really enjoying low light photography with it. I have to try to organize a new night session and to buy 1-2 f1.4 lens(es) (If you know a shop selling a Canon 50mm 1.4, let me know. It's out of stock everywhere, including Thailand).
I know I've been quite enthusiastic in the last weeks about my job. But everything is for sure not perfect. After more than half a year in this mission, I've seen people changing. Stress, real personality appearing, selfishness, people licking asses just to get a better position and salary, persons looking busy and important and finally showing their real face, lazy and incompetent. But also silent workers performing an outstanding job. I start having an "inside view" and, I guess, a little more accurate vision. I lost some friends, got new. That's life I suppose. The same life, in Europe, Asia or Africa, whatever you do, however you live.

Hommage

On m'a vu dans le Vercors

Sauter à l'élastique

Voleur d'amphores

Au fond des criques

J'ai fait la cour a des murènes

J'ai fais l'amour

J'ai fait le mort

T'etais pas née

A la station balnéaire

tu t'es pas fait prier

J'etais gant de crin, geyser

Pour un peu, je trempais

Histoire d'eau

La nuit je mens

Je prends des trains

a travers la plaine

La nuit je mens

Je m'en lave les mains.

J'ai dans les bottes

des montagnes de questions

Ou subsiste encore ton écho

Ou subsiste encore ton écho.

J'ai fait la saison

dans cette boite crânienne

Tes pensées, je les faisais miennes

T'accaparer, seulement t'accaparer

d'estrade en estrade

J'ai fait danser tant de malentendus

Des kilomètres de vie en rose

Un jour au cirque

Un autre a chercher a te plaire

dresseur de loulous

Dynamiteur d'aqueducs

La nuit je mens

Je prends des trains a travers la plaine

La nuit je mens

effrontément

...

Alain Bashung