Paris Street Art, Part Two

Antwerp for Cara magazine

Belgian beauty in this month’s Cara magazine.

Arles

The rencontres de la photographie in Arles

Balader à Belleville on Bastille day

Aww

Aww

Phantom Islands

Rouzbeh Rashidi and Jann Clavadetscher filming on Inis Mór, August 2017.

Rouzbeh Rashidi and Jann Clavadetscher filming on Inis Mór, August 2017.

I’m very proud to have been a producer on Rouzbeh Rashidi's experimental feature film “Phantom Islands” and am very glad to share that it is now available on video on demand to stream or download. The film is like a beautiful, disturbing dream about travelling to the islands of Ireland, and it went on to be screened at over thirty festivals and cinemas all around the world.

To watch Phantom Islands, please visit here: https://bit.ly/2tHeH0w

That’s me on the right, on top of the Black Fort.

CHAUD CHAUD CHAUD

How Paris feels at the moment.

Chilis drying on my balcony

Cooling off in Place de la République

Joshua Tree National Park

Joshua Tree National Park

San Fernando Valley

San Fernando Valley

The chaud must go on...very much looking forward to this weekend’s shoot in relatively balmy Antwerp for Cara Magazine .

A Dirty, Sexy City

At least according to Walter Benjamin, who described Marseille as “the world’s wickedest port.” I was only there for two days so didn't get to see much wickedness, but the city definitely feels much more exotic than anywhere else I’ve been in France. I saw some great art in Mucem and got lost in tiny side streets that could have been in Tangiers, and met some very interesting people like Dirk, a Belgian screenwriter and ex punk who wrote this piece of spiky New Wave that years later was used in a Prada campaign.

I’ll be back.

Back on the mat

Haven’t been to Aikido for ages, so found a dojo in Paris and went last night. Despite a minor injury* and the struggle to understand the mix of Japanese and French, it was fantastic. Am aching all over today ( a friend calls it Ow-kido) but it’s very much worth it. I’ll be back.

*a sprained toe, thankfully mine. It would be very déclassé to injure a fellow student during my first visit to a new dojo. On the upside, I did learn a new French phrase**

PS: This is great - a demonstration of jiu-jitsu, an earlier form of Aikido, by the absolutely delightful Miss May Whitley and her bandit friend Mr. Charles Cawkell.

** “Mon orteil est un peu blessé”

** “Mon orteil est un peu blessé”

I'm a creep

When I first met the wonderful Helen Sloan, she told me that all photographers are creeps. I was a bit taken aback, but she’s right - photographers want to see without being seen, to capture things that wouldn’t necessarily happen if people were aware that we’re there, quietly shooting away. Just as when this sleeping man caught my eye at Le 104 the other day, though I was quickly outcreeped by his girlfriend Agathe, who snuck in for a close-up. She’s also a photographer, of course.

Paris is Peeling

Some paint peeled away from the wall yesterday on Rue Denoyez, giving an idea of just how long this street has been a favourite gallery for Parisian graffiti artists. It really is a great city for all kinds of street art, and you can see more in my Paris feature for Cara Magazine here.

Some Paris art...

…that I really didn’t like. Well, maybe the Royale with Cheese was alright. You can see some portraits of artists whose work I do like in this gallery.