PARIS 2e

"Infotainment? What the hell are you talking about?"


ODE TO STARBUCKS


STARBUCKS
STARCKBUCKS
BIZARREBUCKS
WARBUCKS
DOLLARBUCKS
SCARBUCKS
CARBUCKS
GUITARBUCKS
SIMON BOLIVARBUCKS
TARTARBUCKS
FAR(T)BUCKS
ARTBUCKS

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2 QUEENS AT SEA

Dear blog, I might have forgotten to tell you this, but, since I seldom use this place to make my personal announcements (cough cough): I will be taking a transatlantic crossing from Southampton to New York aboard the RMS Queen Mary II in June next year!
"Just like our ancestors did!"
"Yes, mom, I hear you!"
Seven days at sea, on board of the biggest transatlantic liner, together with 15 restaurants, bars, night clubs, 5 swimming pools, a musical theater, shopping center, ballroom and planetarium. What, NO private golf course or hippodrome? What about stock car race tracks? A subway system? Well at least they have wifi, so I will be able to post daily bulletins on you, dear blog, and report on daily life aboard a royal mail ship (aka lunching, dining, brunching, feasting, eating, snacking, stuffing, drinking... boy I will do my best to keep in shape and not put on weight!). Maybe I*ll take ballroom dance lessons to impress my man, or spend my day walking up and down the 1132 foot long distance from bow to stern (Yes I start using nautical terms so I can have a regular conversation with people on board... I wonder if they have a poop deck!).
Oh, and they have a dress code on that thing, so I will need to parade around in a tuxedo at captain*s dinner, and in something called "casual elegant" in public areas... so no Hawaii shirts or thongs and skintight shorts?
Me in a tux? Ohmilord I hope no one will take pictures of me and post them here (damn you my evil twin)...
I will have to buy some ocean outfits. I wonder if they still make those huge hats with the veil that blows in the wind. Definitely a sailors shirt with blue and white stripes, but no silly sailor*s hat! And some large sunglasses while I sip my cosmos on deck.
It will be a most delightful experience to play shuffleboard after scones and biscuits at 5 o*clock, and then play a partee of bridge before retiring to the gentleman*s smoking room to read the Times with a good old scotch together with the other chaps of the Reform Club! Jolly good!
With 148,528 gross tons, she might pretty much be the fattest queen on the ocean...

After arrival I will be spending a week in New York (yippeee) before flying over to the lone star state and visit my dear Erik (major yippeeeee!) and get some genuine Texas culture! I can*t wait for that to happen!
Who knows when I*ll be back...

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It*s a boat! It*s art! It*s CHANEL!



Karl Lagerfeld and Pritzker prize winning architect Zaha Hadid teamed up on a new art project involving Chanel's popular handbag designs. The project is called "Mobile Art" and starts in Hong Kong in January before travelling the world for 2 years(New York, Tokyo, Moscow, Los Angeles, and London, Paris being the final destination in 2010).
Chanel has commissioned 15 artists for the project, directing them to create artwork inspired by the house's handbags, famous for their signature quilted leather and chain handles. Hadid's contribution was a massive organ-like sculpture in form of the container ship.
The artists' names have not been revealed, but a curator for the Mobile Art project said that the artists come from all over the globe and are well-known in the art world. The exhibition itself will be free and open to the public.
Check the NYT page for a video rendering of the structure!

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What I*m reading these days

Mastodonic Vogue, inspirational AD, sublime Wallpaper, fascinating Rock*n Roll exhibition catalogue, show on view at Fondation Cartier, Paris (must see)
Still waiting for the new Citizen K...

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L*Amour Lagerfeld

Before the upcoming movie "Lagerfeld Confidential" (an up-close-and-personal portrait of the fashion icon) in Paris on 10th October this year, take a look at Lagerfeld*s first movie role, playing himself in the 1970s






All excerpts are from Andy Warhol*s film "L*amour" from 1972

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WORLD CUP OF FASHON?

Paris is hosting the 2007 Rugby World Cup, and it's the first time in the cup's 20-year history that it has been hosted by a non-English-speaking country.
What fun! (insert irony there)
Everywhere you look, people watching rugby games, talking rugby, even wearing rugby balls (not those balls). Did I miss something? What happened here? Why Paris? I mean it*s nice to host sporting events, and, don*t get me wrong, I love to watch the Scottish supporters walking in their kilts over the metro ventilation shafts (some of them are NOT pure Scottish, I can tell).
But everywhere you look it*s all about that weirdly shaped ball. All the bars are filled every night with big guys watching the game on wide screen TV... what happened to the cosmopolitan sipping crowd?
Why can*t Paris host some sport event that*s a weee bit more ...GLAMOROUS?
Why not do the Fashion Olympics in Paris?
This city embraces fashion, breathes it and literally sh*ts fashion onto the market (okay watch it, potty mouth!).
I propose to host that event in Paris! Why not every year?
Imagine the Stade de France filled with fashionistas sipping martinis in cocktail dresses, watching Lagerfeld do the 200 meter silk cut!
See Galiano win the tulle skirt embroidery organza prize!
Watch Marc Jacobs win the LV bag throwing!
Witness Ghesquière running with scissors (ok it*s a lame one, but i ran out of jokes here)!
And what an opening ceremony that would be! Imagine the biggest catwalk on earth, filled with hundreds of skinny weightless models, fighting over the last sandwich! Which House of Couture will win?

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FRUIT on a BENCH

5 fruits on the bench
hanging out
making out
rotting out
eating out

Somewhere around Rue Vieille du Temple, Marais

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SHOPPING = ART

Next time you pay a visit to the temple of consumerism (AKA Galeries Lafayette), go take a look at the new exhibition on the first floor: ANTIDOTE (13 Sept till 3rd Nov), actually the 3rd show of its kind; showing the works of 10 French artists: Pierre Ardouvin, Eric Baudart, Michel Blazy, Etienne Bossut, Didier Marcel, Mathieu Mercier, Marlène Mocquet, Laurent Montaron, Sylvain Rousseau and Tatiana Trouvé.
Since the Antidote project was founded, the Galeries Lafayette Group has been actively engaged in a process of supporting the contemporary arts, notably through its partnership with the Foire internationale d’art contemporain (FIAC) Paris. In keeping with this same process, the architect Pascal Grasso was invited to redesign the Galerie des Galeries, the Galeries Lafayette’s art space, to allow this venue to assert its own distinct identity.

"Patman 2", 2006, by Michel Blazy, made out of soy noodles colored with yellow food coloring agent.
"Mask", 2006 by Mathieu Mercier (in the back)
Some fire extinguisher...
There was a photoshooting going on at the same time, so lots of people dashing around
The photographer musing in front of "Concave", 2006 by Eric Baudart, made of used concert bills
"Laocoon", 2005, by Etienne Bossut, playing on an armchair design by Marc Newson
Who forgot this?
Now onto some shopping
Mhhh I can*t wait next holiday season!
The cupola stuffed with a replica of the Eiffel Tower, upside down

Busy bees in the make-up department
And some Karl also...
Buy my T-shirt! I am Fashion!

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Baby, have I got shoes for you!

Fashion Week Paris is approaching in a fast runway-esque pace, and all the fashionistas are giggling with excitement already, having wet dreams on new creations and champagne drenched after parties and the usual casual caviar sex!


I just can*t wait to get a glimpse at what will be wearable in some time; especially focusing on the shoes! I love shoes! Love them! Wish sometimes they could make some women*s shoes my size! Face it: men*s shoes are freakishly boring most of the time, and ti find something really special and unique, you always need to put the hand so deep in your wallet!

See you on the runway; September 30th till 8th of October


Dior
Balenciaga

JPG

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Ecole du Louvre, Exam Session no2! WHOOPEE!!

Today was the day I finally had my contemporary art exam! Aka sitting on your ass during 4 full hours, trying to come up with some new ideas that you cannot explain, on something you don*t understand, trying to please people you*re not certain about... the usual stuff!
The subject was "In what way does the idea of theater help understand certain contemporary artist*s projects?" What a great title! Much better than "contemporary art for complete idiots" or "the very early works of Samuel Beckett compared to the objective perception of theatricality in Art and Objecthood"!
4 hours later I was a free man again! Whoopee!!! Sweet Freedom! Fresh air! Liberty!
The school looking deserted, as usual! And so clean you wanna take off your shoes and slide along the hallways on your socks!

My foot
The gateway to our amphitheaters
Oh, and we don*t take a number to wait in line for our inscription, we get cartons with posh lettering and a number, and then seat ourselves on our marble stone benches, waiting for the assistant to come and get us! We also have a heated pool and a spa zone downstairs, and they do serve us shrimp cocktails at the cafeteria! Things have gone down, since last year, when we used to get our caviar canapés! Shrimps! Pah! How common!
Sweet liberty is just outside the front porch! Get off that phone, I wanna play!
Hey Elisa!
The view from our front stairs. Somehow there is construction work going on once again
Guislaine and our school mascot

Eeeew, me touching my first vajayjay! Tight lips?
Are you lactating, my dear?
Going for a drink later on, and talks on art related stuff, or so...

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TOILETS of PARIS

Ecole du Louvre, Palais du Louvre

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Nobody knows about me

excerpt: Carnet 4/2006

I did this a year ago...

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Clown Torture, 1987

Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence. Pete fell off; who was left? Repeat. Pete and Repeat were sitting on a fence...

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Studying hard or hardly studying?

It*s sooo close to my contemporary art exam, a fun moment where you are asked to write about a completely hazardous subject during 4 full hours, not really knowing what it is you actually wanna say.

I*ve been reading lots of weird stuff, and crossing borders from theater to sculpture on to performances and other weird installations, hooking up with dear Michael Fried and his beloved Art and Objecthood, while Greenberg watched us in a distance.

I*ve been fighting with Donald Judd and his Specific Objects, self defining my own self against minimalism.

I*ve been mingling with Bruce Nauman and his philosophical approach on deconstructing the body while bouncing in the corner and torturing clowns on public toilets.

I*ve been walking with contraposto in an exaggerated manner in the perimeter of a square while dancing...

I*ve been experiencing space and Participation Objects with Bob Morris while Waterman Switching with Yvonne Rainer and Meredith Monk. Dance and Object became only one!

I*ve been Mies van der Rohe-ing while dancing naked in the Farnsworth House.

I*ve been rocking my religion with Dan Graham while being influenced by Foucault, Bentham and the evolution of the royal garden pavilion theme.

I*ve been pinch necking Beckett in a quite absurd way, while trying to fail harder with Bram van Velde at expressing nothing at all of any importance whatsoever.

I*ve been reconquering my own self on stage with Vladimir Mayakovski, trying to stay individual in a universe that tends to anonymous massification, then shooting myself.

I*ve been experimenting Living Theater in the lab with Jerzy Grotowski while being influenced by Moholy-Nagy at the Bauhaus stage, ready to do another Metalltanz.

I*ve been kicking it with the Judson Dance Theater back in 1962, Puddling with Simone Forti in my old ballet shoes.

I*ve had it all and been there and done that,

and in the end, what did I learn on my journey:

Theatricality = Time
Non-Theatricality = Non-Time

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My street

I just unearthed this picture again.

It shows my street, the Rue du Croissant, back in its glory days, when it was the very epicenter of Paris journalism and newspaper offices. This is where it all happened back in the days, when you could cross Jean Jaurès at the Café du Croissant, when Emile Zola met with president Cléménceau at the offices of the "Aurore", later on printing his famous "J*accuse!" in the basements, where now is a nightclub.

The days when the narrow street behind my building*s portal was bursting with teenage newspaper sellers, rushing into the offices to grab their paper stocks; when Victor Hugo was writing letters on this same floor that i*m sitting on right now, maybe gazing out of the window I*m gazing at now. Only he would be seeing the glass covered courtyard, with the rotative presses clinging to the sound of the printing ink sliding around.

All that I have left to my eyes is the same courtyard, filled with the laughter of children playing under shady trees...

Time has passed on now, and all newspapers have left the neighborhood now, many of them having dissapeared from the surface of the editing world.

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APERITIF GRAFFITI

Drinks and aerosol cans, graffitis on the walls and a whole bunch of creative heads buzzing around... it*s DMP once again! This time at Ryan*s place, who showed us some of his works and some live presentation on how to revamp your walls...Ryan is also a cook, and does certified massages! Oh, and he knows how to make macaroons. You can*t find better!
Discussions at bicycle passage
Full moon
Everyone SMILE!
A presentation
Returning home, and slightly missing the last metro. All that passed by those rails was the construction workers train.
So, I had to walk, under this amazing van-goghian sky

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    I am Cedric, discoverer of things that would go unnoticed in the streets of Paris, historic haven of fashionistas and city of lights ('lights' as in 'enlightenment', not street lights).
    But seriously: I'm an expat from Luxembourg (the country, not the garden), living in the center of Paris (hence 'Paris 2nd arrondissement'), and currenlty studying architectural history...


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