"ÇA PART EN COUILLES !"

Dimanche 22 mai 2011, devant le fontaine Niki de Saint Phalle

Rassemblement contre le Sexisme avec les collectifs La Barbe, Osez le Féminisme et Paroles de Femmes

Vu & Entendu 

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En essayant de me frayer un chemin vers l'estrade au travers de la foule compacte, j'ai dû jouer des coudes et des épaules gentiment. Un gros monsieur que j'avais embêté me dit "ah vous êtes une femme, alors vous avez le droit de pousser"

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J'aurais voulu atteindre l'estrade, monter et photographier la foule, mais il me fut impossible d'avancer à plus d'un mètre, car une barrière de photographes masculins baraqués, surrélevés avaient dégainé leurs gros appareils et leurs longs objectifs qu'ils braquaient sur les femmes ; ils occupaient totalement le devant de la scène, si bien qu'on ne voyait aucune des intervenantes. 

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Forgetting high heels

Mid-april. Today was a long day. It lasted for 96 hours, actually. Did I go out? A few times, but actually, everything took place inside. I was all over the place. I certainly went shopping at the market on friday morning, then i had dinner at home with a friend ; on saturday, I remember that I had a little walk and at night, i even went out to a nightclub; on sunday, i saw a movie and went to a birthday party; on monday, I only bought some bread. 

No matter it seems i was out all the time, i swear that I was inside my mental home. It was so pleasant, so easy, that I took out of my brain lots of positive thoughts and I let them fly around me in the living room. May be this is called super concentration. I built a very personal schedule of my priorities. I felt that almost every person I talked to in between this flexible moment became part of a more global reflexion. I also met 2 photographers. It all started with an awesome dream friday night, about desire & photography. I put myself in such a mood that i was able to pursue it wide awake or asleep. Lots of connections appeared and spirit + body were in harmony. It has been about thinking photo, watching photo, editing old and new photos, negatives, diapositives, colour or B&W, discovering photo and finally taking photo at home... The whole 96 hours session included some exercices : relaunching the body gently for my back. 

Making my own body language. 

By the way, I really love wearing high heels, but the medical corpse firmly declared it is not recommanded to me now. So I have to say good bye to them but i really find them so pretty like on those unkown girl...