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Stratos Fountoulis. a simple reader – visual artist.

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« Mobutu Sese Seko e.a. »

Art

Left: Rachel Mason, Mobutu Sese Seko from The Songs of the Ambassadors, 2004–. Performance view, NADA Art Fair, Miami, 2007. Photo: Matthew Spiegelman. Right: The Songs of the Ambassadors (detail), 2004–, mixed media, dimensions variable. Installation view.

“…How many wars happened in my lifetime?
Then I began to really think a lot about President Bush. What must be going through his mind? What was his world like? How was he deciding what he was deciding? What could I do about anything? And later, I started to fantasize that I could play with all of these world leaders like dolls. If they were small enough for me to hold in my hands, maybe I could have a better sense of who they were and what had happened during my lifetime. I love collectible sets, like the plates of all the presidents. If I had a special edition set, I would have porcelain busts of the leaders of countries at war and I would play the part of an ambassador to each conflict. I would wear their costumes so that I could sit with them and be an ambassador.”

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Proust starring reality

my latest visual passage

Plaisir: Jorge Pedro Nuñez

Jorge Pedro Nuñez, « Être tordue », 2009-2010. Bicycle wheels, 65 x 65 x 65 cm, © Emma Faucheux

Courtesy Galerie Crèvecoeur © Emma Faucheux

plaisir: Bettina

I.N.R.I
Claudya

Rose, c’est Paris. Bettina Rheims et Serge Bramly
Bibliothèque National de France (BNF)

8.04 – 11.07 2010 – Richelieu / Galerie de photographie/ Paris

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photos©Bettina Rheims

plaisir: Julie

Julie Blackmon Baby Toss, 200 courtesy of photo-eye gallery Santa Fe, NM

The 19th Annual International
Los Angeles Photographic Art Exposition

January 14 – 17, 2010

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plaisir: Angel Delgado

Angel Delgado, Inside Outside, 2009
Digital print, wax, pencil and dry pastel/handkerchief – 62.25 x 61 in.

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Courtesy of Nina Menocal
At Pulse-Art Fair

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Fellini, la Grande Parade

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Federico Fellini, 8 ½, 1963

Parade_DolceVita1

Anita Ekberg et Marcello Mastroianni, La Dolce Vita, 1960

Parade_Mastroiannni_Ronald

Marcello Mastroianni sur le tournage de 8 ½, 1963

Fellini, la Grande Parade
Du 20 octobre 2009 au 17 janvier 2010
Au Jeu de Paume, Paris

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plaisir

ManRay

La Subversion des images
Surréalisme, photographie, film

Centre Pompidou

23 septembre 2009 – 11 janvier 2010
11h00 – 21h00

Photo: Man Ray : « Lee Miller’s Neck ? », Paris 1929
© Man Ray Estate. All rights reserved. Lee Miller Archives, England 2009 / Man Ray Trust / Adagp, Paris 2009

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Helen Mirren in Epidaurus

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In a production by the National Theatre of Great Britain. Helen Mirren performs Phèdre by Racine in a version by Ted Hughes for two nights, on July 10 and 11 at the Ancient Theatre of Epidaurus. The great actrice takes the title role in this savage play by Jean Racine, translated into muscular free verse by the late Poet Laureate, Ted Hughes.
Consumed by an uncontrollable passion for her young stepson and believing Theseus, her absent husband, to be dead, Phèdre confesses her darkest desires and enters the world of nightmare.
When Theseus returns, alive and well, Phèdre, fearing exposure, accuses her stepson of rape. The result is carnage.

Direction: Nicholas Hytner
Designer: Bob Crowley
Lighting Designer: Paule Constable
Sound Designer/ Music: Adam Cork
Company Voice Work: Kate Godfrey
Staff Director: Nadia Fall
Stage Manager: David Milling
Deputy Stage Manager: Anna Hill
Assistant Stage Manager: Ian Farmery
Costume Supervisor: Christine Rowland
Surtitles: Christina Pangoureli

Cast:
Hippolytus: Dominic Cooper
Theramene: John Shrapnel
Oenone: Margaret Tyzack
Phèdre:Helen Mirren
Panope : Wendy Morgan
Aricia: Ruth Negga
Ismene: Chipo Chung
Theseus: Stanley Townsend
Phedre’s son: Giorgos Liakopoulos

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Paul Eluard

Xeili

L’ amoureuse

Elle est debout sur mes paupières
Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens,
Elle a la forme de mes mains,
Elle a la couleur de mes yeux,
Elle s’engloutit dans mon ombre
Comme une pierre sur le ciel.
Elle a toujours les yeux ouverts
Et ne me laisse pas dormir.
Ses rêves en pleine lumière
Font s’évaporer les soleils,
Me font rire, pleurer et rire,
Parler sans avoir rien à dire.
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entre 1914 et 1921
Ce poème provient du recueil intitulé ” Capitale de la douleur ”