French new wave star Anna Karina dies aged 79 

Karina was best known for the string of films she made with Jean-Luc Godard, including A Woman Is a Woman and Pierrot le Fou

Danish-French actor Anna Karina, star of Bande à Part and Pierrot le Fou and collaborator with New Wave director Jean-Luc Godard, has died of cancer at the age of 79, her agent said.

Karina, who epitomised 1960s chic with her elfin features and big kohl-rimmed blue eyes, starred in seven films made by her ex-husband Godard, including Alphaville.

“Anna died yesterday in a Paris hospital of the effects of cancer,” her agent Laurent Balandras told AFP, adding that she passed away in the company of her fourth husband, American director Dennis Berry.

“Today, French cinema has been orphaned. It has lost one of its legends,” culture minister Franck Riester tweeted.

Karina was still a teenager when she hitchhiked to Paris from her native Denmark to try to become an actress. She developed a successful modelling career before being spotted by Godard while walking along the Champs-Elysees. Godard offered her a nude scene in Breathless, his first film, but she refused.

They were a couple when, at barely 21, she won best actress at the Berlin film festival for his 1961 film A Woman is a Woman. They divorced in 1965. “We loved each other a lot,” Karina told AFP in an interview in Paris in March 2018. “But it was complicated to live with him,” she added.

“He was someone who could say to you, ‘I am going to get some cigarettes’ and come back three weeks later.”

She later went behind the camera to make Vivre Ensemble, a romance between a history teacher and a free spirited young woman that ends in drugs and domestic violence.

Karina also had some success as a singer, recording Sous Le Soleil Exactement with Serge Gainsbourg.

Source: French new wave star Anna Karina dies aged 79 | Film | The Guardian

L 'Épée: "Last picture Show" live for Quotidien – Quotidien with Yann Barthès

Vintage psychedelic rock 2019 has a name: The Sword. Meeting of the French of The Liminanas, the American Anton Newcombe and the actress Emmanuelle Seigner. They are all on the Daily stage performing “Last Picture Show”.

Watch the music performance video at : L ‘Épée: “Last picture Show” live for Quotidien – Quotidien with Yann Barthès | TMC

Tim Dup "Place Espoir"

Place Espoir, de Tim Dup, maintenant disponible :
Réalisé par Hugo Pillard Ecrit par Tim Dup
Composé par Tim Dup et Damien Tronchot
Arrangements : Damien Tronchot, Renaud Létang, Tim Dup.
Éditions : Duperray Éditions / Warner Chappell Music France

Cette chanson m’est venue comme une évidence. Place de la République. Son poids d’engagement et de lieu de vie commun. Combats, identités, manifestations, recueillements… La sagesse de cet endroit politique et d’évolution de notre société. Mais aussi ce qu’elle est, chaque jour, chaque nuit, un écrin de quotidien ordinaire. Le théâtre à ciel ouvert de vies qui se croisent et s’éloignent souvent, portés par des pas et des situations différentes.
Pour la mise en image, je voulais suggérer l’énigme de la chanson, prendre un contrepied et faire planer le mystère. Alors j’ai pensé à l’idée de trois femmes, aux vies singulières. Suivre leur trajet journalier vers République. Un chassé-croisé réaliste, à fleur de peau. Hugo a embarqué sa caméra, ses optiques, son regard infiniment tendre, et nous sommes rentrés dans leur intimité matinale. Nous nous sommes levés avec elles, et avons partagé un petit bout de chemin. Adèle, Sophie et Momo. Chez elles, tout est différent. Mais tout les réunit. Une histoire à raconter. Et le passage sur la Place, sous la statue, fière et placide, qui en a vu, tiens, oh ça elle en a vu.

Merci pour vos nombreux retours, visiblement enchantés, qui me vont tout droit vers le cœur. – Tim Dup / Facebook

My Totally Racous, Très French, Super Wine-Soaked Weekend in the Loire

At an epic gathering of natural winemakers in France’s verdant river valley, I slurped oysters and downed magnums and got a sense of what makes this community, and its wine, so special.

Let’s get one thing straight: I know very little about wine. I drink a lot of it,
sure—the natural stuff more specifically, which as far as I understand it is a loose, poorly defined term that more or less refers to wine made by small producers without the addition of weird chemicals and with the addition of eye-catching labels. But compared with the friends and sommeliers whose oenological ramblings I excitedly nod along to, I often feel like a poseur. I know my way around a wine list, but at the end of the day, I’m a sucker for bottle art. I will always order the hypebeast wine I recognize from Instagram. I use the word funky too often. My wife, Lauren, and I went to a hip wine fair once and bought a poster we had seen in hip wine bars and hip wine stores because we thought it looked cool, not because we knew anything about “Catherine et Pierre Breton,” the French winemakers whose names were scrawled across the bottom. It hangs above our dining room table, and when we’re having our Wine Friends over, I’m always nervous someone will ask me about it, the same way 13-year-old me prayed older kids wouldn’t see my Sex Pistols T-shirt and ask questions about a song that wasn’t on the greatest hits album.

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