mardi 25 février 2014

Death Valley

Back to the photos of the Californian road trip! I left the story at the very beginning, really. So as the title so explicitly suggests, I will go on with the first inevitable stop that we had planned: the Death Valley. It took us a while to actually get there 'cause the road we had planned to take was closed due to flooding. So we arrived at night, which didn't allow us to really enjoy the landscape but surely gave us a wonderful opportunity to get lost in the contemplation of a cloudless starry sky.

As the first photo proves, we got up on the next day at the same time as the sun! Quite unusual for someone who lives in Barcelona and is more used to going to bed when the sun rises on Sunday morning but exceptional measures are to be taken when you find yourself in such an exceptional site. I am not going to lose myself in so many comments because really, it is difficult to describe into words such breath-taking landscapes. I will just let you have a look at the photos -although I'm aware that they have only very partially and imperfectly captured the wilderness and desolated beauty of it all. I only hope they manage to transmit some of the sensations I felt before these landscapes, wild shapes and colours, which so often gave me the impression of being in a painting.

At approximately 6.30 in the morning
I want to go straight ahead
Waves of colours
Devil's cornfield

And if you missed the beginning of the story, you can catch up here. :-)

dimanche 16 février 2014

BRMC guerrilla

I'm putting on hold the photos of California to share with you a collective project. As some of you may vaguely have heard of, I'm a really big fan of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I love their music, their concerts and that feeling they always seem to give, be it on stage or on their records, to just show up, themselves, their guitars and their guts. It's only rock 'n' roll... but it just goes straight to the fucking point.

A few weeks ago, as I was checking their Website to see if they would add come Spanish dates to their European tour, I came across this... A "guerrilla"? Not to get all political and stuff but considering the current context in Spain and the fact that laws seriously restricting citizens' freedom are being passed in the middle of complete international indifference, the word and the idea found a particular echo. It may only be rock 'n' roll but... "Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto" (Ralph Waldo Emerson).

So of course, I enlisted in the guerrilla movement and received my batch of posters that I was getting ready to put up around Barcelona. Then my friend Emilie decided to pay me a visit from Paris. She's probably an even bigger fan of BRMC than I am. Needless to say that my offer of joining forces for the guerrilla was met with genuine and refreshing enthusiasm.

And this is how it became a collective international project: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and their posters, Emilie and her camera both recently landed from Paris, me and my camera, ready to be the tour guides and to go and paint Barcelona black... 

Hope you enjoy the result as much as we had fun doing this guerrilla. And if you do, spread the word, spread the love...

No excuse for a wasted life
Open up your eyelids and let your demons run
What are you rebelling against?
Beat the devil's tattoo
What's your weapon of choice?

What happened to the revolution?
The show's about to begin

Open up your eyelids and let your demons run
Whatever happened to my rock 'n' roll