Charlotte Abramow

It isn't possible to have a blog, to speak about photographers and not to speak about Charlotte Abramow. She is only 18 and had never taken any photo lessons.
She wants photography to be her profession. She realizes everything from A to Z, the model's choice, the make-up, the clothes, the decor and the theme. She wants to express what she feels when she takes the picture.
It isn't possible not to love her photos. They'r so beautiful, so sensible, so emotional. I think she can be the next Richard Avedon. She has such a talent, I'm sure it's only the beginning of a long story... BRAVO Charlotte !  Her blog
(It was SO difficult to choose the best ones...)

Tribute to Steve Jobs

We had to create a top-topical for Steve Job's death. This is what I did, it appears on my school's website !

Le kitsch ne tue pas

Banksy

He's not only a graffiti artist, he's also a painter and film director. His satirical street art and subversive epigrams combine irreverent dark humor with graffiti done in a distinctive stenciling technique. Banksy's work includes political and social themes like anti-war, anti-capitalism, anti-fascism, nihilism,... His most famous works are the drawings on the Israeli separation barrier.

 "When you go to an art gallery you are simply a tourist looking at the trophy cabinet of a few millionaires."

Birdy

I tell my love to wreck it all

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was I?
Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you? who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?

Apollinaire

Sous  le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours

Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne

La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s' en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face

Tandis que sous

Le pont de nos bras passe

 Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante

L'amour s'en va

Comme la vie est lente

Et comme l'Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines

 Ni temps passé

Ni les amours reviennent

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure

Les jours s'en vont je demeure