Last year I went to England to photograph something really strange and really quite horrific.I don't want to give too much away because I want to continue with this project .Let's just say I photographed a gathering of military people (all civilian) in the heart of the English countryside. They were dressed in army uniforms of every shape and size and nationality.Let's just say there were hundreds and hundreds of them, a small army in fact. The uniforms that stood out the most and for good reason, were the Nazi uniforms (I should point out that these uniforms are beautiful and very striking in there own right, if it wasn't for the dark cloud that looms over them) I tell you this because on this most beautiful spring day here in Paris, I stayed in (except to shoot the photo above) to work on this fascinating project. I could say a lot about how I feel about grown men dressing up in Nazi uniforms, and trust me, there is a lot to say. I could show you the beautiful dark photographs I took on that gloomy day last year (but I always fear copycats) So instead I decided to show you one of the streets near my apartment in full bloom.I actually have a photograph of this house shot in 1903 but alas I cant find it. My brain and my street both in full bloom.
This isn't really the sort of photo that belongs on my blog, but if I posted one of the uniform photos you might say the same. I will continue to work on this project but I wont continue to post pretty photos of flowers...promise.
GROIN UPDATE; Im feeling a little better...I know you all can sleep a little better for this information.
5 comments:
It's interesting to see what you see when you look out your window or venture outside on the street ... hard not to look at that tree and sigh.
Even the most MarthaStewartish image can't stop your bleak ideas.
You might be very curious but look what you would have found if you could read french Wikipedia :
Erlanger street is named after Philippe(yes) Erlanger.
In charge of Fine Arts in various government associations, he has the idea to create the Cannes Festival de Cannes in 1939, to respond to the 1938 Mostra of Venezzia which had crowned "The triumph of the will" of Leni Riefenstahl equal to a film supervised by Mussolini's son.
From Wisteria to nazis, see, there is much less than seven degrees of separation there.
S. B.
I love to know who the streets are named after...its true, I tend to see the bleak side of things......
Indeed full bloom...and beautiful. Looking forward to seeing more of your adventures...but of course there will be more through your lens...
Glad you are feeling better...it shows. Nothing like a little mortal pain to inspire you...
M
ah! good old pain...nothing like it.....ouch!!!!
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