Mardi 15 mai 2007 2 15 /05 /2007 21:58

No picture. I have the great opportunity to draw a little bit,... no draw,... I haven't finish any new yet.

Since yesterday evening, I am in Valparaiso,...and I just love the place. I often have to answer to the question: " You know a lot of different cities, witch one will you choose for living?" and until yesterday I had no clue,... I have been charm by Barcelona, I enjoy Rome, I like Paris ( Maybe because I never live there,...) London is amazing, Madrid too... in is own way,... but I never really fall on my knee for a city.

Of course I will have to describe it with my words,... because all the pictures doesn't show it all,... because my only digital camera is a small pocket one,... ( I had three before I get stolen) and it will takes weeks for my other photos to be on line,...Well close your eyes,... ( only if you can ask somebody to read for you,...) and imagine a sort of stereotype of a south American city, Cuban taste,... the noise of the street, music everywhere,... big city with human size,.. animals in the street,...( I saw a goose in the town center yesterday),... this place is so alive, close to the sea,... with a big port,... and the smell of it.  45 hills hidden under the houses,....  45 hills, colourful houses, New Orleans, la Havana, Lisbon,...Madrid,... Barcelona. ...All in one. This place may be the south American capital city of socislim,... there is so many stories on his walls,... so many assets of this south American way of living  Barcelona's Barrio Gotico,...the lifts of a new way of  seeing Lisbon,... big town center close to the port,...  and above all art and history. Mixing up modern and old fashion, Romanticism and underground, art and culture, my heart and my feelings...

"Amo Valparaiso, cuanto encierras y cuanto irradias, novia del oceano,... "

pablo neruda

I might spend a few weeks there, ...visit Santiago from my room,... my windows are a open space full of dreams,... falling in love for the old street of  cerro concepcion,...I am staying in a hostel call " la maison du filou",... so it is obvious that I feel all right,... like at home. Maybe this city is my home. I can feel that many travelers stop traveling arriving here,...This place look like their limit lover,... those people that barely nothing or nobody can stop, or dry out they appetite of adventure, except the sea or god... wild spirits,...This place is like those women who can stole you from reason,...Carmen ...de la valle,..del paraiso.

Maybe I will not be strong enough,...just to leave her,... ever

 

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Vendredi 11 mai 2007 5 11 /05 /2007 01:45

 

Well,... I am in the newspaper, again,...What a trip!

I don't know if everybody can understand spanish,... so here is the translation:

 

 "Stolen camera from french photographer"

 

"The professionnal french photographer Philippe Leclerc, denounce have been  victim of the theft for one of his camera, the one he were using working in Punta Arenas and Aysen during the days of the earthquake and tsunami.

The robbery took place in a hostal, where he was staying since a few days, situated in calle Arauco. The camera is evaluated at the almont of 545 000 pesos, and after going to denounce at the police station, he's going to do it today at the public department.

Leclerc affirm that he save from the robbery  valuable photographic works and material, that he is taking from Chile back to his country, for his personal use and future perspectives and expositions. He finally comment that he didn't suspect that this could have happen in Valdivia."

 

 

 It sound a bit exagerated,... I know,... the thing is that it is usefull,... so usefull, above all to make the local autority move faster,...and I am not the first one who did it,... ( and I did learn about it afterward,...)

It happens that the 18th of february 1952 in the same newspaper, with the same lies, in the same city,...the totaly unknowned Ernesto Guevara, Alberto Granado and their broken motorcycle show up in a article saying :

 

"DOS EXPERTOS ARGENTINOS EN LEPROLOGÍA RECORREN SUDAMÉRICA EN MOTOCICLETA "

 

Well,.. this site is going to be with much,...much less picture,...but who knows,... The chilian police is working on it.

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Mercredi 2 mai 2007 3 02 /05 /2007 01:39

Isla grande de Chiloe, the official bithplace of patatoe.

Rainy days,... grey colors and a particular smeel of the sea witch remind me home. This place is a kind of bretagne,...on a island! I am staying in a hostal of Castro the main city of the place. Here there is no way to avoid seafood, seashell, patatoes, and the main production of the island,... salmons. Two divers from the "salmonera", actually stay in the hostel as well,... so I don't even have to go to the restaurant. The sad weather allows me to spend more time on a cumputer,... so I just eat, sleep and take a few shots. Then, from tomorow, I will come back to the civilisation, with bigger cities, and even reel streets,... Puerto montt,...Osorno,... Valdivia,... Temuco,... and then the unfamous and expected Santiago (where I will maybe stay around two weeks)

Daybreak on the harbor, fishermen getting to work, bad wine and fish smeels. The fact of been insular,  does change  the way people see foreigners,... even if they stay frendly and modest. Tonight I am going to cook salmon for the all hostal, ... It is very usefull to came from a "how famous" french catering school. 

 

 

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Samedi 28 avril 2007 6 28 /04 /2007 01:13
 
 
     
               
Cold is just about everywhere. Wooden houses with very bad isolation,...even bad construction. The all familly is staying by the "cocinilla", by the kitchen fire. TV is just two meters away,... the drying clothes hang up on the ceilling,... life in a cubic meter. A soap opera is on,... everybody is drinking hierba mate, ...every body talk and listen at the same time, ...time is gonna be slow until next spring.
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Vendredi 27 avril 2007 5 27 /04 /2007 01:09

    ...je precise, que le dessin n'est pas de moi,... desfois que...
    Et puis j'en profite pour dire que j'ai fais du tri dans les photo ... et donc donne
 naissance a un best of number one,... ici tout en bas a droite,... ou presque.
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Mardi 24 avril 2007 2 24 /04 /2007 19:15

I like to look onto people eyes, in the street, ...everywhere. There is so much to discover about somebody just in a gaze...

 

 

 

When getting so close to somebody, so close that you are obviously kissing each other, something happen,...as deep as you look, deeper and deeper, trying to focus on the most remote point, trying to lost yourself,...and see! ...I catch sight of a fire,... flams,...your light of life,...

 

...your soul?

 

 

I like Chilians because they have very diferents kinds of eyes,... some of them asians, others indians, others europeens,... all chilians. A lot of them got almonds shape eyes with a burn skin, like if they just came to cross a desert. Some got the indian look with long black shinny hairs, with red noze and cheek when it gets cold.

 They are amayzing old persons here,... who can almost come frome the all planet. They all look  good persons, their main defects are on top,... no surprise.

Taking people portrait is a real pleasure, ...more than choosing who,...you have to show the right angle and instant that will define him ( her) as you saw in his (her) deep open eyes.

 

And I love them,... but they just don't know.

 

Eyes reading is a code, a language,... no way of teaching, everybody have to learn about it on his own. In a instant you know if you'll trust or not,... in a instant you judge, you classified,.. and there is nothing that we could do about it,... your instinct is handing you. 

In a glance  you get much more than in a relative complete description. You see for real,... like if we were able to see perfectly just onto people eyes, and everything else was fake.

What about love at first sight, what about those guys who start their relationship spluring to each other? what do we see that is so strong that it can change our life? It is not beauty ( even if it helps),... it is more about purity, ...those ones who have been able to keep their child look,... big and sparkling, curious, and smiling to the all world.

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Lundi 23 avril 2007 1 23 /04 /2007 12:49

Ya mon nom,..si, ...................la!

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Lundi 23 avril 2007 1 23 /04 /2007 02:08

 

Earthquake in Aysen

Three people die, and seven still disapear ,... and they were all working on the sea. A kind of sunami took every little boat around. The people of Aysen were waiting for the president of Chile Michelle Bachelot,... and they were really upset that nobody took the decision to close the fishing area before( expert were saying until last week that the situation was nothing to worry about). All the city was going around with black plastic bags flags, to welcome the unfamous president. The mayor has been beat up by the crowd,...  and I gess that for this reason, the president finally didn't show up.

I was at the right place at the right time,... luke and even something else,... I was there before the press,... and I have the opportunity to be publish in the local newspaper,... all a dream just came to me from the holy sky....

Tomorow,... if I can, I will write a article longer about all of this,...

Tomorow,.... my name on the newspaper!

Ps: Does something important happened in france today?

 

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Samedi 21 avril 2007 6 21 /04 /2007 01:30

After having my money back from the boat company, I finally couldn't go back to El chalten to pass the border as I wanted,...( no more boat transfer to across the o' higgins lake,... the last of the year is today, ... and I will have miss it anyway) so I came bake to Punta arenas,... ( not a city where I' ve been to in the area) to take a plane to Cohaïque, witch is half of the way to puerto montt....

Now that I am here, I have to find a way to get away too,...I will go to Puerto Aisen tomorow morning. and check it out.

The area is huge, and need more than a lifetime to discover, no turism here.

 

(The all system crash,... sorry)

21th of april.19.00 (here)

I arrived in Puerto aisen by 11.00am,...I lived my first earthquake by 01.00pm,... and it was a big one,... about 8. It is really impressive, ...I was actually on my ass. The all city was having lunch, when a close submarine volcano ( 25 km away )show his power to everybody.

 I am fine, people are affraid... talk about leaving,...even if the seism leave just a few sign of his presence... (broken street, unusable bridge, reverse river  waterside, and big landslides in the mountains around... ) all the houses are wooden made, and there is no gaz pipeline,... hopefully the city was very small. The army was here to help the population,... The fire brigade too,...

Everybody was in the street for a hour, I didn't have my shoes on,... ( you never know when it is going to happen) I don't know why, I thought (like in Amelie poulain) that at the same moment, in the all city, some persons were making love,...other were on the toilet ,...

I share a strong moment of these people tragedy,... A lots of experts from Santiago are staying here since january ( time of the first  small quake) but this was the one to worry about.

Well no victims apparently,...I do  have some picture,...for later,... but I did put the ones from yesterday ( it is a lot more work than taking them)

 

 

 

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