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"content": "<p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/drstrangelove.gif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/drstrangelove.gif\" alt=\"dr strangelove pablo ferro\" width=\"600\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1395\" /></a></p><p>When I am going through a creative block, or when I am looking for an inventive idea to make my videos more original, I usually resort to two different kinds of inspiration: films trailers and music. If I’m out, away from my computer, I simply listen to soundtracks from my favorite films on my iPhone: the album <em>Classical Kubrick</em>, <a href=\"http://www.amazon.com/Otto-E-Mezzo/dp/B0013TUK0W/ref=sr_shvl_album_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1281876886&sr=301-4\" target=\"_blank\"><em>8 1/2</em></a>, <a href=\"http://www.amazon.com/Virgin-Suicides/dp/B000S533N8/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1281876832&sr=301-1\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Virgin Suicides</em></a>, and <a href=\"http://www.amazon.com/Royal-Tenenbaums-Collectors-Various-Artists/dp/B000068TNT/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1281876957&sr=1-1\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Royal Tenembaums</em></a> are my most popular picks. They bring back memories from some of my favorite films and make me feel like I’m in them. On the other hand, if I am feeling stuck while editing, I usually head over to YouTube and search for film trailers from the 1960s. I feel a special fondness towards them – after all, the 1960s is my favorite decade, filmmaking-wise: the list of masterpieces from this period is too long. Godard, Truffaut, Resnais, Varda, Antonioni, Fellini, Olmi, De Sica, Bergman, Rohmer and Kurosawa – to cite a few names – produced their most stunning work during this golden era. So, when I’m feeling stuck and I don’t have the time to sit through a whole viewing of Godard’s <em>Une Femme Mariée</em>, I simply watch the <a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3_Z3vsdjKk\" target=\"_blank\">film’s trailer</a>, trying to absorb as much inspiration as possible. There’s something else that attracts me to film trailers from this period: <strong>the clever integration of design and typography to enhance the storytelling</strong>.</p><p><!--more--></p><p align=\"justify\">Cuban-born, Los Angeles-based <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pablo_ferro\" target=\"_blank\">Pablo Ferro</a> is the absolute master of trailers and film titles. Stanley Kubrick called him a genius – and rightly so: Ferro made brilliant use of quick cutting and handwritten letter design to create a punchy trailer and a stunning opening sequence for <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057012/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Dr. Strangelove</em></a>:</p><p><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_qEbuNBls?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_qEbuNBls?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"></embed></object></p><p><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lJCL9yc-R1g?fs=1&hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lJCL9yc-R1g?fs=1&hl=en_US\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"></embed></object></p><p align=\"justify\"><a href=\"http://www.typotheque.com/site/article.php?id=48\" target=\"blank\">In this insightful post on Typotheque</a>, Steven Heller explains why Pablo Ferro’s work is regarded as so groundbreaking.</p><p align=\"justify\">Since I do a lot of work in graphic and web design as well, I am naturally drawn to this mixture of brilliant typography and filmmaking. Yesterday morning I received an email from stock photography and font repository <a href=\"http://www.veer.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Veer.com</a>, stating that my 10 remaining purchasing credits were about to expire. So I went to the site, looking for stock photos and fonts to purchase to extinguish my credit. That’s when I stumbled upon the <a href=\"http://marketplace.veer.com/type/UMT0000698\" target=\"blank\">family font Strangelove</a> (incidentally worth 9 Veer credits) – which looks exactly like Ferro’s handwriting in the opening sequence of <em>Dr. Strangelove</em>. 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I feel a special fondness towards them – after all, the 1960s is my favorite decade, filmmaking-wise: the list of masterpieces from this period is too long. Godard, Truffaut, Resnais, Varda, Antonioni, Fellini, Olmi, De Sica, Bergman, Rohmer and Kurosawa – to cite a few names – produced their most stunning work during this golden era. So, when I’m feeling stuck and I don’t have the time to sit through a whole viewing of Godard’s <em>Une Femme Mariée</em>, I simply watch the <a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3_Z3vsdjKk\" target=\"_blank\">film’s trailer</a>, trying to absorb as much inspiration as possible. 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Stanley Kubrick called him a genius – and rightly so: Ferro made brilliant use of quick cutting and handwritten letter design to create a punchy trailer and a stunning opening sequence for <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057012/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Dr. Strangelove</em></a>:</p><p><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_qEbuNBls?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G4_qEbuNBls?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"></embed></object></p><p><object classid=\"clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" codebase=\"http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0\"><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\" /><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\" /><param name=\"src\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lJCL9yc-R1g?fs=1&hl=en_US\" /><param name=\"allowfullscreen\" value=\"true\" /><embed type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"600\" height=\"481\" src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lJCL9yc-R1g?fs=1&hl=en_US\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"></embed></object></p><p align=\"justify\"><a href=\"http://www.typotheque.com/site/article.php?id=48\" target=\"blank\">In this insightful post on Typotheque</a>, Steven Heller explains why Pablo Ferro’s work is regarded as so groundbreaking.</p><p align=\"justify\">Since I do a lot of work in graphic and web design as well, I am naturally drawn to this mixture of brilliant typography and filmmaking. Yesterday morning I received an email from stock photography and font repository <a href=\"http://www.veer.com/\" target=\"_blank\">Veer.com</a>, stating that my 10 remaining purchasing credits were about to expire. So I went to the site, looking for stock photos and fonts to purchase to extinguish my credit. That’s when I stumbled upon the <a href=\"http://marketplace.veer.com/type/UMT0000698\" target=\"blank\">family font Strangelove</a> (incidentally worth 9 Veer credits) – which looks exactly like Ferro’s handwriting in the opening sequence of <em>Dr. Strangelove</em>. 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"content": "<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://womanwithamoviecamera.aseachange.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/JLG-02.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"JLG-02\" width=\"650\" height=\"432\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-85\" /></p><p align=\"justify\">If you’ve missed part 1 of my account, <a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-1/\" target=\"_blank\">catch up here</a>.</p><h2b>The Great Provocateur</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">Following the screening of his latest opus <em><a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1438535/\" target=\"_blank\">Film Socialisme</a></em>, Jean-Luc Godard opens and ends a two-hour long discussion with the public making personal – and quite incendiary – statements.</p><p align=\"justify\">When the moderator announces that a microphone will be circulating around the auditorium, Godard stops him in mid-sentence and goes, “I’d like to say something first, before we begin.”</p><p><!--more--></p><p align=\"justify\">What follows is almost a <strong>manifesto that rejects the status of current cinema</strong>. Or popular culture, if you will. Godard wants to make it crystal clear that he feels removed from the current state of affairs – he sees a difference in between “Cinema” (with a capital “C”) and mere “films.” When he started out in the late 1950s/early 1960s, he – and his fellow filmmaker friends – only had 50 years of cinema behind them. On the other hand, the current crop of young and aspiring directors have twice as much as that: more than a hundred years of cinema and masterpieces. “From <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003638/\" target=\"_blank\">Murnau</a> to <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/\" target=\"_blank\">Avatar</a>” Godard says. He stresses several times that today there is no distinction in between “Cinema” and “films.” The same goes for literature: a best selling novel by <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Levy\" target=\"_blank\">Marc Levy</a> isn’t necessarily great Literature. A painting by X or Y isn’t necessarily “Art.” A rapper doesn’t necessarily make “Music.” It doesn’t mean he’s less talented. He may aspire to it. But “Music” is other stuff. “Cinema” today has disappeared. What people call “cinema” are (mass market) films.</p><p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-82\" title=\"Godard Le Monde\" src=\"http://womanwithamoviecamera.aseachange.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/screenshot.jpg_effected.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"499\" height=\"279\" /></p><p align=\"justify\">Here’s a visual example for you, Godard says. He carefully plucks from the small wooden table in front of him a folded piece of paper, which he had been nervously playing with since he took the stage. With the aid of the moderator, he unfolds it before the audience’s eyes. It’s a two page spread from the esteemed French newspaper <a href=\"http://www.lemonde.fr\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Le Monde</em></a>. A black and white advertisement by a luxury brand – the close-up photo of a young man who’s staring seductively at the camera – takes up 60% of the space. The actual article from the newspaper runs on two columns, one on the left, the other on the right of the gigantic picture. The great provocateur, with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, says to the audience, “I’ll show you a little example of what is cinema today.”</p><h2b>Stalin Today</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">“Readers, they read the text, they jump over the image, but they don’t think that the image is part of the spread.” Pointing to the left column of text Godard says “This is a film.” Pointing to the right column: “this is also a film.” The cinema would be the whole thing, the two page spread and the photo. Some people in the auditorium are quizzically looking at each other and scratching their heads. “L’Homme” (the man) – that’s the slogan of the ad. Godard continues: “‘L’Homme’ – it made me think of Stalin’s sentence: ‘Man is the most precious capital.” Pointing to <em>Le Monde</em>, “Here’s an image and here is a text by Stalin. Stalin is called <em>Dior</em> today.” Thunderous laughter and applause ensue.</p><p align=\"justify\">Godard takes questions for the next two hours. The tone of his answers has already been set by his film and by his initial statement: I am under the impression that Godard feels above us all, disgusted by the current state of cultural and political affairs, and nostalgic of an earlier time.</p><h2b>On Elitism</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">An audience member, a man in his early 20s, takes the microphone and, in true French fashion, starts rambling on for five minutes, saying that he found the film somewhat hermetic and elitist – but “it is sometimes the job of the artist to do that.” And then he asks Godard, “Did you want to capture on film moral regression?”</p><p align=\"justify\">Stung by the accusation of “elitism,” Godard snaps back: “If you look at a painting by Rembrandt, you don’t think it’s elitist. But he worked for the kings. Moliere worked for Louis XIV. Did they think of themselves as elitist? I was trying to affirm a point of view. You see the sea. What’s hermetic about the sea? Why do you look at the sea and think, ‘I don’t understand?’ Who’s the elitist here? I think it’s actually you, more than me.” Broad smiles around the auditorium.</p><h2b>A cow, alone, in an empty field</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">Later, another questions bothers JLG. A 30-something man with long, curly hair asks him about a scene that appeared in the film. During a cruise, we see people merrily dancing, while philosopher <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Badiou\" target=\"_blank\">Alain Badiou</a> (who plays himself), is in the cruise liner’s auditorium, giving a lecture in an empty room. The audience member asks, “What’s the meaning of that?”</p><p align=\"justify\">Godard, feeling skittish, cuts him off in mid-sentence: “<em>Eh alors</em>? So? What’s terrible is: if I had filmed a dog or a cow alone in a field, would you have asked, ‘Why is the cow all by herself in the field?’ I’m not speaking of Badiou. I should have said a wolf or a tiger in his case. But why do you interpret everything?” People laugh in reaction to his comment.</p><p align=\"justify\">The great master has nothing to say when an older gentleman takes the microphone and announces before the entire auditorium that he was a classmate of Godard’s: they went to high school together. While this man lavishes Godard with touching compliments, Godard himself shuffles in his chair, takes a couple of drags from his cigar and starts rummaging through his pockets looking for something. During the entire speech of this older gentleman Godard doesn’t acknowledge him nor does he make eye contact. Not even once.</p><h2b>Real Equality</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">At the end of the discussion, after the moderator has announced that the evening has concluded, Godard takes the microphone again and makes one final statement. He talks about a scene that he wanted to put in <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1438535/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Film Socialisme</em></a>, but eventually left out. He wanted the little boy to say, “Why do ‘equality’ and ‘shit’ rhyme?” But this would have gone too far, he thought. Too bad. Godard goes on to explain, “Whether you are Nicolas Sarkozy or <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liliane_Bettencourt\" target=\"_blank\">Madame Bettencourt</a>, rich or poor, there is one unique moment in people’s lives that serves as a great equalizer. It’s not when we talk or hear or eat or love. It’s when we have a bowel movement. It’s the moment when we are all sitting on a throne. Equality is right then and there. And we find something that is tragedy and democracy. Real equality. But if that’s <em>the only</em> place where it happens, it’s quite tragic.”</p><p align=\"justify\">After exiting from the auditorium, Pippa and I are faced with two choices: follow the trail of people on the way out of the cinema, or sneak into the cinema’s bar, where the two illustrious guests may be hanging out. We go for the latter option. And sure enough, as soon as we make it past the swinging doors, we see the New Wave’s mom and dad talking to each other, not even two feet away from us.</p><p align=\"justify\">My friend Pippa eventually builds up the courage to go up to Godard and speak to him. I tell her that, given his previous shenanigans, I would be traumatized for life if he ever said anything rude or dismissive to me. He is, after all, the living director I admire the most. So Pippa heads in his direction while I and my palpitations go to the bar and fetch a glass of water. By the time I’m back in the spot where I left Pippa, I see her leaving Godard and coming towards me, trembling just a tiny bit. Godard is looking in our direction. We make eye contact and he flashes me a huge smile. I’m in a state of Nirvana. Pippa tells me about their exchange: she asked him what he thought of the Internet and if he was at all interested in multimedia projects or web films. His answer: “I’m a painter. I don’t even have an internet connection at home.”</p><h2b>Fin.</h2b><p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-2/\" class=\"status-link unhandled-link\">https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-2/</a></p><p><a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/agnes-varda/\">#AgnèsVarda</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/cinema-des-cineastes/\">#CinémaDesCinéastes</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/jean-luc-godard/\">#JeanLucGodard</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/masterclasses/\">#Masterclasses</a></p>",
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Or popular culture, if you will. Godard wants to make it crystal clear that he feels removed from the current state of affairs – he sees a difference in between “Cinema” (with a capital “C”) and mere “films.” When he started out in the late 1950s/early 1960s, he – and his fellow filmmaker friends – only had 50 years of cinema behind them. On the other hand, the current crop of young and aspiring directors have twice as much as that: more than a hundred years of cinema and masterpieces. “From <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003638/\" target=\"_blank\">Murnau</a> to <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499549/\" target=\"_blank\">Avatar</a>” Godard says. He stresses several times that today there is no distinction in between “Cinema” and “films.” The same goes for literature: a best selling novel by <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marc_Levy\" target=\"_blank\">Marc Levy</a> isn’t necessarily great Literature. A painting by X or Y isn’t necessarily “Art.” A rapper doesn’t necessarily make “Music.” It doesn’t mean he’s less talented. He may aspire to it. But “Music” is other stuff. “Cinema” today has disappeared. What people call “cinema” are (mass market) films.</p><p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-82\" title=\"Godard Le Monde\" src=\"http://womanwithamoviecamera.aseachange.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/screenshot.jpg_effected.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"499\" height=\"279\" /></p><p align=\"justify\">Here’s a visual example for you, Godard says. He carefully plucks from the small wooden table in front of him a folded piece of paper, which he had been nervously playing with since he took the stage. With the aid of the moderator, he unfolds it before the audience’s eyes. It’s a two page spread from the esteemed French newspaper <a href=\"http://www.lemonde.fr\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Le Monde</em></a>. A black and white advertisement by a luxury brand – the close-up photo of a young man who’s staring seductively at the camera – takes up 60% of the space. The actual article from the newspaper runs on two columns, one on the left, the other on the right of the gigantic picture. The great provocateur, with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face, says to the audience, “I’ll show you a little example of what is cinema today.”</p><h2b>Stalin Today</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">“Readers, they read the text, they jump over the image, but they don’t think that the image is part of the spread.” Pointing to the left column of text Godard says “This is a film.” Pointing to the right column: “this is also a film.” The cinema would be the whole thing, the two page spread and the photo. Some people in the auditorium are quizzically looking at each other and scratching their heads. “L’Homme” (the man) – that’s the slogan of the ad. Godard continues: “‘L’Homme’ – it made me think of Stalin’s sentence: ‘Man is the most precious capital.” Pointing to <em>Le Monde</em>, “Here’s an image and here is a text by Stalin. Stalin is called <em>Dior</em> today.” Thunderous laughter and applause ensue.</p><p align=\"justify\">Godard takes questions for the next two hours. The tone of his answers has already been set by his film and by his initial statement: I am under the impression that Godard feels above us all, disgusted by the current state of cultural and political affairs, and nostalgic of an earlier time.</p><h2b>On Elitism</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">An audience member, a man in his early 20s, takes the microphone and, in true French fashion, starts rambling on for five minutes, saying that he found the film somewhat hermetic and elitist – but “it is sometimes the job of the artist to do that.” And then he asks Godard, “Did you want to capture on film moral regression?”</p><p align=\"justify\">Stung by the accusation of “elitism,” Godard snaps back: “If you look at a painting by Rembrandt, you don’t think it’s elitist. But he worked for the kings. Moliere worked for Louis XIV. Did they think of themselves as elitist? I was trying to affirm a point of view. You see the sea. What’s hermetic about the sea? Why do you look at the sea and think, ‘I don’t understand?’ Who’s the elitist here? I think it’s actually you, more than me.” Broad smiles around the auditorium.</p><h2b>A cow, alone, in an empty field</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">Later, another questions bothers JLG. A 30-something man with long, curly hair asks him about a scene that appeared in the film. During a cruise, we see people merrily dancing, while philosopher <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Badiou\" target=\"_blank\">Alain Badiou</a> (who plays himself), is in the cruise liner’s auditorium, giving a lecture in an empty room. The audience member asks, “What’s the meaning of that?”</p><p align=\"justify\">Godard, feeling skittish, cuts him off in mid-sentence: “<em>Eh alors</em>? So? What’s terrible is: if I had filmed a dog or a cow alone in a field, would you have asked, ‘Why is the cow all by herself in the field?’ I’m not speaking of Badiou. I should have said a wolf or a tiger in his case. But why do you interpret everything?” People laugh in reaction to his comment.</p><p align=\"justify\">The great master has nothing to say when an older gentleman takes the microphone and announces before the entire auditorium that he was a classmate of Godard’s: they went to high school together. While this man lavishes Godard with touching compliments, Godard himself shuffles in his chair, takes a couple of drags from his cigar and starts rummaging through his pockets looking for something. During the entire speech of this older gentleman Godard doesn’t acknowledge him nor does he make eye contact. Not even once.</p><h2b>Real Equality</h2b></p><p align=\"justify\">At the end of the discussion, after the moderator has announced that the evening has concluded, Godard takes the microphone again and makes one final statement. He talks about a scene that he wanted to put in <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1438535/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Film Socialisme</em></a>, but eventually left out. He wanted the little boy to say, “Why do ‘equality’ and ‘shit’ rhyme?” But this would have gone too far, he thought. Too bad. Godard goes on to explain, “Whether you are Nicolas Sarkozy or <a href=\"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liliane_Bettencourt\" target=\"_blank\">Madame Bettencourt</a>, rich or poor, there is one unique moment in people’s lives that serves as a great equalizer. It’s not when we talk or hear or eat or love. It’s when we have a bowel movement. It’s the moment when we are all sitting on a throne. Equality is right then and there. And we find something that is tragedy and democracy. Real equality. But if that’s <em>the only</em> place where it happens, it’s quite tragic.”</p><p align=\"justify\">After exiting from the auditorium, Pippa and I are faced with two choices: follow the trail of people on the way out of the cinema, or sneak into the cinema’s bar, where the two illustrious guests may be hanging out. We go for the latter option. And sure enough, as soon as we make it past the swinging doors, we see the New Wave’s mom and dad talking to each other, not even two feet away from us.</p><p align=\"justify\">My friend Pippa eventually builds up the courage to go up to Godard and speak to him. I tell her that, given his previous shenanigans, I would be traumatized for life if he ever said anything rude or dismissive to me. He is, after all, the living director I admire the most. So Pippa heads in his direction while I and my palpitations go to the bar and fetch a glass of water. By the time I’m back in the spot where I left Pippa, I see her leaving Godard and coming towards me, trembling just a tiny bit. Godard is looking in our direction. We make eye contact and he flashes me a huge smile. I’m in a state of Nirvana. Pippa tells me about their exchange: she asked him what he thought of the Internet and if he was at all interested in multimedia projects or web films. His answer: “I’m a painter. I don’t even have an internet connection at home.”</p><h2b>Fin.</h2b><p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-2/\" class=\"status-link unhandled-link\">https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-2/</a></p><p><a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/agnes-varda/\">#AgnèsVarda</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/cinema-des-cineastes/\">#CinémaDesCinéastes</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/jean-luc-godard/\">#JeanLucGodard</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/masterclasses/\">#Masterclasses</a></p>"
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In my head, I go through plans B, C, and D – should the line be too long and the tickets sold out. I think of the mob of people seen on TV when the first Apple Store opened in Paris – a line literally snaking all around the Louvre museum. The same scene was repeated for the launch of the iPhone and – more recently – the iPad. Parisians can be a patient bunch when it comes to endurance in lines. So, just before I round the corner, I catch myself joining my hands in prayer and looking up at the sky, going “Pleeeaaaaaseeee” for a nanosecond. Moments later, I have the entrance of the movie theater in clear sight: the street is completely empty. I’m the first one to snatch tickets for the event. I’m overjoyed to have tickets and a little disheartened at the same time, thinking that French people may queue up for hours to be the first to possess an electronic gadget and have little regard for their greatest living director. <em>Un peu triste, quand </em><em>même</em>.</p><p align=\"justify\">Friday evening. I attend the screening with my friend Pippa. A sign at the door announces that the event is sold out (feeling a little cheered up – yay for culture!) Once inside, the event organizer announces that we will immediately see the film and that Mr. Godard will hold a debate afterward.</p><p align=\"justify\">The film. I can say, without the shred of a doubt that <em>Film Socialisme</em> is The Worst Film I Have Ever Seen In My Entire Life. Painfully so. There is no story, no real protagonist, a cast of amateurs acting in a wooden way, incomprehensible dialogue, awful cinematography, terrible sound design (I’m convinced the sound was recorded with the HD camcorder’s own microphone)… <em>Une catastrophe</em>. I look at my watch at least a hundred times, wishing for it to be over, so that I can see JLG. It’s <em>interminable</em>. A couple of people walk out; others start talking amongst themselves. I see the unmistakable glow of cell phone screens gleaming around the auditorium. And during all this, I start thinking that Mr. Godard may be playing a cruel joke on us. Think: video installation experiment more than a film – let’s see through how much torture I can put an audience. Let’s test the suckers.</p><p align=\"justify\">I’m besides myself when the film ends. I take my camera out of my bag and wait expectantly. The auditorium’s main doors swing open and theater employees rush in carrying white plastic chairs, which they place just before the front row. About a dozen people walk in and take their seats in the white chairs. And then I see her – how could I possibly miss her, with her unmistakable crown of white and purple hair? Madame <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0889513/\" target=\"_blank\">Agnès Varda</a> herself is in the room. I turn to Pippa and go, “That’s Agnès Vardaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Jean-Luc Godard enters soon thereafter and takes a seat on stage. I cannot believe I’m in the presence of France’s two greatest living directors – the mother AND father of the <em>Nouvelle Vague</em>. Pure bliss.</p><p align=\"justify\">The first thing Jean-Luc Godard does is light up a cigar. The nervous-looking event organizer jumps on stage and announces that – because of strict non-smoking enforcement in all of France – Mr. Godard will be the only one allowed to smoke. Because he’s Jean-Luc Godard. The room breaks up in collective laughter. There is another equally amusing announcement: Mr. Godard will be on stage for as long as people wish. For as long as there will be questions for him. No limits.</p><p><em><a href=\"http://womanwithamoviecamera.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-2/\">To be continued in part 2…</a></em></p><p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-1/\" class=\"status-link unhandled-link\">https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/in-the-presence-of-jean-luc-godard-part-1/</a></p><p><a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/agnes-varda/\">#AgnèsVarda</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/cinema-des-cineastes/\">#CinémaDesCinéastes</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/events-2/\">#events</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/film-socialisme/\">#FilmSocialisme</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/france/\">#France</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/jean-luc-godard/\">#JeanLucGodard</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/paris/\">#Paris</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/premiere/\">#premiere</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/qa/\">#QA</a></p>",
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In my head, I go through plans B, C, and D – should the line be too long and the tickets sold out. I think of the mob of people seen on TV when the first Apple Store opened in Paris – a line literally snaking all around the Louvre museum. The same scene was repeated for the launch of the iPhone and – more recently – the iPad. Parisians can be a patient bunch when it comes to endurance in lines. So, just before I round the corner, I catch myself joining my hands in prayer and looking up at the sky, going “Pleeeaaaaaseeee” for a nanosecond. Moments later, I have the entrance of the movie theater in clear sight: the street is completely empty. I’m the first one to snatch tickets for the event. I’m overjoyed to have tickets and a little disheartened at the same time, thinking that French people may queue up for hours to be the first to possess an electronic gadget and have little regard for their greatest living director. <em>Un peu triste, quand </em><em>même</em>.</p><p align=\"justify\">Friday evening. I attend the screening with my friend Pippa. A sign at the door announces that the event is sold out (feeling a little cheered up – yay for culture!) Once inside, the event organizer announces that we will immediately see the film and that Mr. Godard will hold a debate afterward.</p><p align=\"justify\">The film. I can say, without the shred of a doubt that <em>Film Socialisme</em> is The Worst Film I Have Ever Seen In My Entire Life. Painfully so. 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The auditorium’s main doors swing open and theater employees rush in carrying white plastic chairs, which they place just before the front row. About a dozen people walk in and take their seats in the white chairs. And then I see her – how could I possibly miss her, with her unmistakable crown of white and purple hair? Madame <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0889513/\" target=\"_blank\">Agnès Varda</a> herself is in the room. I turn to Pippa and go, “That’s Agnès Vardaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Jean-Luc Godard enters soon thereafter and takes a seat on stage. I cannot believe I’m in the presence of France’s two greatest living directors – the mother AND father of the <em>Nouvelle Vague</em>. Pure bliss.</p><p align=\"justify\">The first thing Jean-Luc Godard does is light up a cigar. The nervous-looking event organizer jumps on stage and announces that – because of strict non-smoking enforcement in all of France – Mr. Godard will be the only one allowed to smoke. 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"content": "<p><em>The following is a post from the archives of my former blog <a href=\"http://aseachange.com/womanwithamoviecamera/?p=25\" target=\"_blank\">Girl with a Movie Camera</a>. Date of the original posting: <strong>Sunday, April 9th, 2006</strong> – with an addendum at the end.</em></p><div id=\"attachment_47\" style=\"width: 256px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-47\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-47\" title=\"Pedro\" src=\"http://womanwithamoviecamera.aseachange.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/pedro-246x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"246\" height=\"300\" /></p><p id=\"caption-attachment-47\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">image source: Wikipedia</p></div><p>I wasn’t supposed to be there. On Rue St. Honoré, at around 2, Wednesday afternoon. First of all, I should have gone to school. Wednesday morning should have been the second day of my second session of French classes. Because, since moving to Paris, I’ve always been in school in the mornings. But Tuesday, yet again, I was bored to tears in this new class, feeling like a high school student in kindergarten. Indeed, my progress in French has been prodigious. Two weeks ago, I could barely mumble “Bonjour” and “Madame.” But, after daily perusings of <em><a href=\"http://www.lemonde.fr\" target=\"_blank\">Le Monde</a></em>, <a href=\"http://www.liberation.fr\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Liberation</em></a>, and <a href=\"http://www.cahiersducinema.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Cahiers du Cinéma</em></a> and late night cramming sessions on advanced grammar books, I have massively improved. So much that this week I would have French-only conversations on the phone with apartment owners, scheduling visits, in search of a place to live. So, to make a long story short, I spoke to my new French teacher and she suggested that I skip grammar altogether and take an oral test to gain access into the French conversation course.<em> Donc</em>, I immediately met with a professor and, I’m not yet sure how I worked my way into it, I was signed up on the spot for the conversation class without taking the test. The prof said I didn’t need it. But, the conversation class being all booked up for this fortnight, I could only register for the one starting April 18. Hence no school for the next two weeks. Hence I was free Wednesday morning.</p><p><!--more--></p><p>So off I went with my Powerbook to a <a href=\"http://www.bioboa.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">lovely cafe/restaurant</a> near the Opéra. It has become my favorite place to work because of the lovely minimalist decor, the veggie/organic menu, a no smoking policy, free wifi, electric outlets for my Powerbook, and an ultra sweet staff. I can spend hours there. Well, Wednesday I went there earlier than usual, at around lunchtime, and the place was full. I sat down at a small table with four chairs by the entrance and went about working, answering emails for about forty-five minutes. But patrons kept pouring in. And I felt mildly guilty, sitting there with an empty cappuccino cup by my side, while other people were looking for a seat, intending to splurge on expensive lunches. So I left uncharacteristically early. I was supposed to go home, but decided instead to go to the <a href=\"http://www.linternaute.com/femmes/luxe/0704-colette/12.shtml\" target=\"_blank\">Bar à Eau</a> (Water Bar) downstairs at <a href=\"http://www.colette.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Colette</a>‘s on Rue St. Honoré because I had seen a “Wifi” symbol when I was there with my friend O. last Saturday.</p><p>So, off I went down Rue de l’Opéra, sort of guessing how to find my way to Rue St. Honoré. And indeed, about five minutes later, I was at <a href=\"http://www.colette.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Colette</a>‘s. I did a lap around the store, stopping for a minute to admire super cute Panda teddy bears and Holga cameras. Then I walked down to the bar. Again, completely full of people having lunch. And thus, off I went up the stairs again.</p><p>I was negotiating my way out of Colette’s, when something at the entrance, by the book table, made me freeze.</p><p>Make that “somebody.”</p><p>Make that <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000264/\" target=\"_blank\">Pedro Almodovar</a>.</p><p>My legs literally froze. I didn’t know what to do.</p><p>So I just pretended to look at books by his side, while trying to regain some composure; my brain was all in a mush. I immediately remembered that indeed, the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> has organized a retrospective of all his works, starting this month; there are signs advertising it all over Paris. I was debating whether or not to bother Pedro. On the one hand, he has been one of my formative directors, I have seen almost all of his films and have learned a great deal from them. On the other, I hate when people bother celebrities. And there are not that many intelligent/original things you can say, really. How many times he must have heard “I really admire your work.” But I adoooooooooooore Pedro and would have certainly regretted not talking to him. Possibly throughout the next two decades. So off I went.</p><p>He’s soooooooo sweet and charming and warm. We shook hands, I complimented him over getting a retrospective at the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> and he thanked me, smiling broadly. The funny thing is that I started off in a blend of Italian/Spanish but upon registering a quizzical look on his face (we were in Paris after all) I simply switched to English. I also asked him if he were to make any appearances at the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> and he essentially explained me the whole program. So sweet! I didn’t want to bother him too much, so after yet another cliche (“you are one of my favorite directors, i love your work” sort of thing to which he yet again smiled broadly) off I went.</p><p>About five minutes later, when I found myself wandering in a stupor down Rue de Rivoli, I immediately regretted not knowing how to say in Spanish “What does one have to do to work for you for free?” But indeed, too many languages for me to master. I spent the rest of the day in a terribly wired state. It was only about 6 hours later, after a glass of Bailey’s and a sake over dinner with my friend G., that I finally calmed down a little, shrugging off an intense bout of ADD.</p><p>But the Almodovar meeting was just about priceless. I mean, over the last couple of years, I have met/briefly chatted with a bunch of directors I looooove (<a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0647438/\" target=\"_blank\">Ermanno Olmi</a> and <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001814/\" target=\"_blank\">Gus Van Sant</a> <em>in primis</em>) but it is a completely different deal when you just unexpectedly bump into one of them in the street. Awwwwwwwwwww.</p><p><strong>Addendum – from today, July 16th 2010</strong></p><p>I’m super happy that back in the day I had written about this fortuitous encounter with Pedro Almodovar. Four years later, I could have hardly remembered all those details – about how he was sweet and patiently explained the entire program of the Cinémathèque to this star-struck girl. The ironic thing about the encounter is the most vivid memory that I have of it – something that I had originally left out of this account.</p><p>See, Pedro Almodovar was at Colette’s with a male friend, who was standing right behind him during our exchange. When I uttered the phrase “You’re <em>one of</em> my favorite directors” Pedro’s friend snickered loudly and said to himself – making sure I heard – “<em>One of?!?</em>” I immediately registered the <em>faux pas</em> but I remember not caring, thinking to myself, “Well, Bergman and Antonioni are still alive, it would be quite disrespectful to them! EH!” (I’m like that, I can’t lie, not even to Pedro Almodovar’s face. Brownnosing is an art lost to me). Pedro’s friend kept his eyes fixed on me with an expression of disgust and off I went, merrily walking down the street.</p><p>Speaking of the two giants – Bergman and Antonioni – they died not even 24 hours apart on July 30th 2007. I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. 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So, to make a long story short, I spoke to my new French teacher and she suggested that I skip grammar altogether and take an oral test to gain access into the French conversation course.<em> Donc</em>, I immediately met with a professor and, I’m not yet sure how I worked my way into it, I was signed up on the spot for the conversation class without taking the test. The prof said I didn’t need it. But, the conversation class being all booked up for this fortnight, I could only register for the one starting April 18. Hence no school for the next two weeks. Hence I was free Wednesday morning.</p><p><!--more--></p><p>So off I went with my Powerbook to a <a href=\"http://www.bioboa.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">lovely cafe/restaurant</a> near the Opéra. It has become my favorite place to work because of the lovely minimalist decor, the veggie/organic menu, a no smoking policy, free wifi, electric outlets for my Powerbook, and an ultra sweet staff. I can spend hours there. Well, Wednesday I went there earlier than usual, at around lunchtime, and the place was full. I sat down at a small table with four chairs by the entrance and went about working, answering emails for about forty-five minutes. But patrons kept pouring in. And I felt mildly guilty, sitting there with an empty cappuccino cup by my side, while other people were looking for a seat, intending to splurge on expensive lunches. So I left uncharacteristically early. I was supposed to go home, but decided instead to go to the <a href=\"http://www.linternaute.com/femmes/luxe/0704-colette/12.shtml\" target=\"_blank\">Bar à Eau</a> (Water Bar) downstairs at <a href=\"http://www.colette.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Colette</a>‘s on Rue St. Honoré because I had seen a “Wifi” symbol when I was there with my friend O. last Saturday.</p><p>So, off I went down Rue de l’Opéra, sort of guessing how to find my way to Rue St. Honoré. And indeed, about five minutes later, I was at <a href=\"http://www.colette.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Colette</a>‘s. I did a lap around the store, stopping for a minute to admire super cute Panda teddy bears and Holga cameras. Then I walked down to the bar. Again, completely full of people having lunch. And thus, off I went up the stairs again.</p><p>I was negotiating my way out of Colette’s, when something at the entrance, by the book table, made me freeze.</p><p>Make that “somebody.”</p><p>Make that <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000264/\" target=\"_blank\">Pedro Almodovar</a>.</p><p>My legs literally froze. I didn’t know what to do.</p><p>So I just pretended to look at books by his side, while trying to regain some composure; my brain was all in a mush. I immediately remembered that indeed, the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> has organized a retrospective of all his works, starting this month; there are signs advertising it all over Paris. I was debating whether or not to bother Pedro. On the one hand, he has been one of my formative directors, I have seen almost all of his films and have learned a great deal from them. On the other, I hate when people bother celebrities. And there are not that many intelligent/original things you can say, really. How many times he must have heard “I really admire your work.” But I adoooooooooooore Pedro and would have certainly regretted not talking to him. Possibly throughout the next two decades. So off I went.</p><p>He’s soooooooo sweet and charming and warm. We shook hands, I complimented him over getting a retrospective at the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> and he thanked me, smiling broadly. The funny thing is that I started off in a blend of Italian/Spanish but upon registering a quizzical look on his face (we were in Paris after all) I simply switched to English. I also asked him if he were to make any appearances at the <a href=\"http://www.cinematheque.fr/\" target=\"_blank\">Cinémathèque</a> and he essentially explained me the whole program. So sweet! I didn’t want to bother him too much, so after yet another cliche (“you are one of my favorite directors, i love your work” sort of thing to which he yet again smiled broadly) off I went.</p><p>About five minutes later, when I found myself wandering in a stupor down Rue de Rivoli, I immediately regretted not knowing how to say in Spanish “What does one have to do to work for you for free?” But indeed, too many languages for me to master. I spent the rest of the day in a terribly wired state. It was only about 6 hours later, after a glass of Bailey’s and a sake over dinner with my friend G., that I finally calmed down a little, shrugging off an intense bout of ADD.</p><p>But the Almodovar meeting was just about priceless. I mean, over the last couple of years, I have met/briefly chatted with a bunch of directors I looooove (<a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0647438/\" target=\"_blank\">Ermanno Olmi</a> and <a href=\"http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001814/\" target=\"_blank\">Gus Van Sant</a> <em>in primis</em>) but it is a completely different deal when you just unexpectedly bump into one of them in the street. Awwwwwwwwwww.</p><p><strong>Addendum – from today, July 16th 2010</strong></p><p>I’m super happy that back in the day I had written about this fortuitous encounter with Pedro Almodovar. Four years later, I could have hardly remembered all those details – about how he was sweet and patiently explained the entire program of the Cinémathèque to this star-struck girl. 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The number one item that is a fixture on my New Year’s resolution list is: keep a diary. Second: resume writing about filmmaking.</p><p align=\"justify\">Over the course of the past month, the idea of “resurrecting” Girl with a Movie Camera has become a persistent thought. A series of events has motivated me to take a leap and actually do it.</p><p align=\"justify\">Chief amongst them: the realization that I used to be a good writer – and unfortunately I have “lost” it due to lack of practice and a chronic writer’s block.</p><p align=\"justify\">After a recent Skype conversation with fellow filmmaker Mike Ambs of <a href=\"http://www.blog.projectpedal.com/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Project Pedal</a> – in which he waxed lyrical about my former blog – I dug up the Girl with a Movie Camera archives, which were preciously saved up in several PDF files, since I had since erased the original blog. I read 12 months’ worth of posts in one go. I was in shock. I couldn’t even believe <em>that</em> had been me writing. Because the tone and words I used seemed to belong to somebody else – someone wittier and more eloquent than I could ever imagine being. And someone a lot lot happier and more adventurous! I read in stupor about my first blissful months in Paris – about stumbling upon Pedro Almodovar at Colette’s, crossing A.O. Scott in Cannes, and following Wong Kar-Wai around at a party. This is the kind of stuff that I love having recorded in some way, so that I can go back to it in say, 20 years from now, and delight in minute details that my memory couldn’t possibly hold.</p><p align=\"justify\">Also: I started the multimedia project “<a href=\"http://www.nocountryforyoungwomen.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">No Country for Young Women</a>” as a reaction to the lack of positive role models in our media – a landscape saturated with stories of young actresses, singers and models. And where are the professional women? No wonder I have a hard time being taken seriously as a (relatively) young female director. There are <em>no</em> examples of young female cinematographers and directors to refer to (with the exception of Sofia Coppola, class of 1971). I wouldn’t so much dare say that I’d be a good role model (how arrogant of me!) but I’d like to offer an example. <em>Hello, I’m Elena and I’m a one woman filmmaking machine: I write, produce, direct, shoot, and edit. </em></p><p align=\"justify\">And so, Girl with a Movie Camera is coming back to life. Well, I’m a grown up, so Woman with a Movie Camera feels like a more fitting title.</p><p align=\"justify\">Hats off to Dziga in the humblest possible way.</p><p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/girl-with-a-movie-camera-redux-2/\" class=\"status-link unhandled-link\">https://elenarossini.com/2010/07/girl-with-a-movie-camera-redux-2/</a></p><p><a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/dove-sei-tu/\">#DoveSeiTu</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/dziga-vertov/\">#DzigaVertov</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/filmmaker-blog/\">#filmmakerBlog</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/girl-with-a-movie-camera/\">#girlWithAMovieCamera</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/memories/\">#memories</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/mike-ambs/\">#MikeAmbs</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/project-pedal/\">#ProjectPedal</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/woman-with-a-movie-camera/\">#womanWithAMovieCamera</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/writer/\">#Writer</a></p>",
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"content": "<p align=\"justify\">The weather in Paris has been absolutely terrible for the past week – gray skies, the occasional drizzle, low light… <em>bref</em>, a photographer’s nightmare. Experiencing sharp pangs of photography withdrawal crisis, I decided to resort to plan B: taking photos inside Paris’ subway stations.</p><p align=\"justify\">I spent about an hour hopping on and off trains on lines 7 and 10, and navigating the hallways of each stop, looking for interesting ads to photograph for my <a href=\"http://www.theillusionists.org\" target=\"blank\">Illusionists</a> archive. I had noticed that at the Odeon stop on line 10 there has been quite a bit of vandalism, directed at the newest video billboards that are becoming ubiquitous around Paris. All the video screens at this station have been smashed – and some of them carry a “No Pub” (“No Advertising” message). </p><p align=\"justify\">What made an impression on me was the reaction of passersby as they saw me taking photos. Parisians – just like New Yorkers – are used to being surrounded by camera-wielding tourists year-round. But they simply don’t expect to see someone taking photos of billboards inside a subway station. At 9 o’clock at night. People stared at me with curiosity, as I paced up and down the platform, taking photos of bikini and phone ads, sometimes timing the snapping with the arrival of a train. It was pure joy to see fellow passengers as they turned their backs and started examining the ads <em>for the first time</em>. This happened quite a few times – people young and old would simply stop in their tracks and study the ads I was photographing. Conversations were started. 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"content": "<p>The area surrounding the François Mitterrand branch of the <a href=\"http://www.bnf.fr\" target=\"blank\">Bibliothèque nationale de France</a> is one of my favorite sites in all of Paris. It’s a sparsely populated, spacious, green, modernist oasis off the tourist trail. </p><p>The neighborhood is mostly known for the four high-rise buildings in the shape of open books that host the French national library; the MK2 movie theater, with its special large seats made for couples; and a host of modern office buildings – the headquarters of pharmaceutical, telecommunications, and consulting companies. </p><p>Here are a few photos taken there last night at dusk (click on the photos to enlarge them).</p><p><a href=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-01-DSC_0027.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-01-DSC_0027.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"BIBLIO-01-DSC_0027\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-433\" srcset=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-01-DSC_0027.jpg 800w, https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-01-DSC_0027-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" /></a></p><p><a href=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-02-DSC_0025.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-02-DSC_0025.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"BIBLIO-02-DSC_0025\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-434\" srcset=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-02-DSC_0025.jpg 800w, https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-02-DSC_0025-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" /></a></p><p><a href=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-03-DSC_0022.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-03-DSC_0022.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"BIBLIO-03-DSC_0022\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-435\" srcset=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-03-DSC_0022.jpg 800w, https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-03-DSC_0022-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" /></a></p><p><a href=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-04-DSC_0060.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-04-DSC_0060.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"BIBLIO-04-DSC_0060\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-436\" srcset=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-04-DSC_0060.jpg 800w, https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-04-DSC_0060-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" /></a></p><p><a href=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-05-DSC_0055.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http://aseachange.com/elenarossini/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-05-DSC_0055.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"BIBLIO-05-DSC_0055\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-437\" srcset=\"https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-05-DSC_0055.jpg 800w, https://elenarossini.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BIBLIO-05-DSC_0055-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" /></a></p><p><a href=\"https://elenarossini.com/2010/05/a-modern-slice-of-paris-bibliotheque-francois-mitterrand/\" class=\"status-link unhandled-link\">https://elenarossini.com/2010/05/a-modern-slice-of-paris-bibliotheque-francois-mitterrand/</a></p><p><a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/13eme/\">#13eme</a> <a rel=\"tag\" class=\"hashtag u-tag u-category\" href=\"https://elenarossini.com/tag/75013/\">#75013</a></p>",
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