Movies at the Louvre

The Louvre and mk2 proposed to revisit eight unforgettable films under a new eye.

[TROISCOLEURS translation Google] Just below the majestic Clock Pavilion and the silent statues that surround it, couples of dancers try their hand at tango and some players improvise a game of ping-pong, while others have decided to go straight to the table. aperitif, a glass of wine and plates in the hand. It is between her royal walls that Isabelle Adjani ran, her hands bloody and her face pale, to escape her destiny in Patrice Chéreau’s La Reine Margot , released in 1994.

And it is in this place full of history and memory film that the Louvre Museum, in partnership with mk2, has chosen to install for a week in its courtyard Carrée ephemeral screen, to offer spectators to see for free at open sky 8 films both popular and demanding. On a canvas 24 meters high, designed as a window to the world where the arid landscapes of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade parade , the French campaigns of Faces Villages and the romantic New York of When Harry meets Sally , curious and regulars have rediscovered these cult works in a dreamlike setting.

It is 22h when daylight begins to decline. The dance floor suddenly empties, the sound of boules balls stops and the food truck odors are more distant. As an air mixed with nostalgia fleet forward on the faces of the spectators, who are just coming to see this fourth evening a movie-like declaration of love in the 7 th art: Cinema Paradisoof Giuseppe Tornatore. While Alfredo and Totò’s complicit faces, hidden behind their projection booth, invade the screen on Ennio Morricone’s score, we feel that these images resonate between the columns of the palace like distant and intimate memories in the audience , until this magical sequence of the outdoor cinema-club where the storm breaks out, and which suddenly opens a magnificent mise-en-abyme to the audience.

Because it is the idea of ​​a unifying cinema, able to federate all ages and all sensibilities, which forms the thread of the event, and that we feel even more palpable in the forefront. last night, where The Journey of Chihiro from Hayao Miyazaki is shown. For some, it’s an outdoor reunion with a movie that terrorized and amazed their childhood – like Justine, who saw the film when it was released in 2001 when she was only 10 years old. For others, this nocturnal event has the taste of the first time-like Dana, who discovers with amazement the richness of this initiatory tale about the fears of childhood and the power of imagination. Like the spectators who have lost none of their ingenuity and are still trembling at the sight of the witch of Yubaba and know by heart the mimicry of Sans-Face, the film has not taken a wrinkle. It was perhaps only necessary to see him again in this unreal place and out of time to notice it.

Source: Report: Cinema Cinema Louvre Nightlife – TROISCOULEURS

Interview with Lionel Limiñana with translation

M. Pas de Merde

Monsieur Pas De Merde’s biggest regret after his three week vacation in France was narrowly missing a live performance by my favorite French rock band – The Limiñanas (they played a short drive outside Paris on same day I was flying out of CDG.)
The Limiñanas have been together for nearly 10 years and at now the top of their game. Here’s a great interview with the band’s co-founder Lionel Limiñana. Some will appreciate the English translation. Keep listening after the interview, as the stream has some awesome music tracks that follow.
Rock on, mes amis!

Calanques the Stunning Fjords of Provence

The Fjords of Provence

Just east of Marseille lays the charming coastal town of Cassis, nestled at the bottom of steep, vineyard-covered hills that come almost to the sea. It’s so adorably cute that you might think you are walking into a postcard. There’s nothing better than a stroll through town followed by a bowl of fish soup or some moules-frites at one of the many restaurants that line the docks.

The setting of Cassis is dramatic. Besides those vineyards, Cap Canaille—the highest cliff in France—towers over the town on its east side. And to the west are the beautiful and rugged calanques, the so-called mini fjords of France [ . . . ]

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The Best Airbnbs in the South of France

Including Julia Child’s very own cottage (with plenty of kitchen utensils included).

We’ve said it again and again: there’s so much more to France than just a trip to Paris. Case in point? The South of France—a.k.a. the Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur region—is home to some of our favorite towns. There are big names like Cannes, Marseilles, and Nice in the area, but there are plenty of smaller towns to enjoy, like Menton, Grasse, and Cassis. If you want to live out your provincial French fantasy—whether it’s smack on the beach, in a historic old town apartment, a multi-acre château, or in Julia Child’s own kitchen—we’ve got some Airbnbs for you to book, spread all across the region.

As a bonus, all of the Airbnb selections are run by Superhosts, who each have a rating of 4.8 or above, a record of zero cancellations, and at least a 90 percent response rate, meaning they’ll get back to you ASAP. Read on to find the perfect Airbnb for your vacation along France’s southern coast [ . . . ]

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Moriarty “Jimmy”

Jimmy won’t you please come home?
Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam
Come see Jimmy your uncle Jim
Your auntie Jimmie and your cousin Jim
Come home Jimmy because you need a bath
And your grandpa Jimmy is still gone daft
Now there’s buffalo Jim and buffalo Jim
And Jim buffalo now didn’t you know
Jim Jim Jimmy its your last cigarette
But there’s buffalo piss and it’s all kind of wet
Jambo Jimmy you’d better hold your nose All roads lead to roam with the buffaloes
And the Buffaloes used to say
be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say
be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say
roam where you roam
The Buffaloes used to say
do what you do
Well you’ve gotta have a wash but you can’t clean your name
You’re now called Jimmy you’ll be Jimmy just the same
The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door
One of Jimmy’s friends has taken the floor
Jimmy won’t you please come home
Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam
Dear old Jimmy you’ve forgotten you’re young
But you can’t ignore the buffalo song
And the Buffaloes used to say
be proud of your name
The Buffaloes used to say
be what you are
The Buffaloes used to say
roam where you roam
The Buffaloes used to say
do what you do
If you remember you’re unknown Buffaloland will be your home

Monsieur
Pas de Merde

I was introduced to Rosemary Standley’s music a few years back in her collaboration with Brazilian cellist Dom La Nena “Birds On a Wire” – a fine tribute to Leonard Cohen. I loved Standley’s voice, which reminded me a bit of the plainly beautiful vocals of the late Kate McGarrigle (listen to “Talk to Me of Mendocino”).
Crazy, that I somehow had bypassed Standley’s work as lead singer for the Paris-based band Moriarty, which is now my favorite. I say “crazy,” since I listen to French music and Americana music all the goddamn time – often switching from a Francis Cabrel CD to a Lucinda Williams.

Now, I’m catching up as quickly as possible to the band, which is now over 20 years old. YouTube and Spotify Moriarty binges have been a daily exercise. The band’s Live double album Echoes From the Borderline shows the band at the top of their game. Recorded in 2017 (Moriarty regards it as their 10th anniversary album) there’s 24 songs recorded all about the globe – and they are all fucking fantastic.

I have to see this band live – perhaps in Paris or New York? Hell, I’ll even take Fall River!

Berthe Morisot au musée d’Orsay : une rétrospective rare d’une grande artiste

Grâce à de nombreux prêts, le musée d’Orsay propose une rétrospective exceptionnelle de Berthe Morisot, un des grands noms de l’impressionnisme

Berthe Morisot (1841-1895) is not a dilettante painter, who would have exercised her talent as a bourgeois woman educated in the arts, in the shadow of Manet, Renoir and Monet, but a true professional painter, a founding figure of the Impressionism which exercised an art full of daring and modernity: this is shown by an exceptional exhibition at the Musée d’Orsay , which had never devoted a retrospective to him.

This is an event because of the 75 or so works collected at the Musée d’Orsay, half (37) come from private collections, only a dozen from French museums, the others are lent by foreign museums. Indeed, French public collections have been slow to take Berthe Morisot seriously and have very few of his works, while collectors and American museums have quickly bought his paintings. The exhibition shows paintings that have never been seen in France for decades.

Berthe Morisot, \ "Autoportrait \", 1885, Paris, Marmottan-Claude Monet Museum, Denis and Annie Rouart Foundation, Annie Rouart bequest, 1993
Self portrait

Berthe Morisot was born in Bourges in 1841 into a bourgeois family (her father, then, is prefect). Her future wife and mother at home are all drawn. But his mother, open to the arts, teaches music and painting to her three daughters. It is not a career, but the two younger girls, Berthe and Edma, show a talent that leads them from a particular course to a certain Geoffroy Alphonse Chocarne to the Louvre where they copy the classics, from 1858. There they meet Henri Fantin-Latour, before meeting Corot. 

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