Magnum Photography has something in its core…

Wikipedia : “Magnum Photos is an international photographic cooperative owned by its photographer-members, with offices in New York City, Paris, London and Tokyo”.

https://www.magnumphotos.com/

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I’ve been given a huge book about Magnum this Christmas, and the preface tells something I’d like to share with you :

Magnum is driven by a tension, a conviction : it is a space where the opposites can cohabit.

From the beginning, two of the founding members were like deciding it. Capa almost invented the modern photo journalism and was a war photographer, and Cartier-Bresson was considered a master of “candid photography”.

A candid photograph is a photograph captured without creating a posed appearance. This is achieved in many ways, for example:

  • when the subject is in motion,
  • by avoiding prior preparation of the subject,
  • by surprising the subject,
  • by not distracting the subject during the process of taking photos.

(Wikipedia)

This opposition between the documentary and something more artistic is the core of Magnum.

And therefore, other oppositions have been fertilizing the agency :

  • Photos on command or more personal works.
  • European culture vs American management.
  • Individual work, or team work.
  • Fragility of the photographer outside, but/and being part of the elite of photography.

 

There’s no need to go further. We have here a pattern, like a “map for the mind” to organize, build and watch a team. I like it because it integrates opposites, instead of inventing useless rules, frontiers, and take away a part of something.

Where to apply that? Could it be useful? How to think about it?

MORE : what else could we build ON contradictions and opposites? How can it be a source of energy? 

 

It’s 10 PM the 31the December. Last article of the year!

 

Thanks for reading!

Peace!

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Photo : Marc Riboud

 

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(Magnum)

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Long cool movies for holidays Part 1

Winter holidays are linked to childhood. I was born in 1966 and there were 3 TV channels. Three. I was happy to spend a little time with the TV magazine, to circle good films with a red pen.

Today I remember these Big Budget Long Movies, with an Intermission, see? I remember Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (“with the guy of Mary Poppins”), Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, or Dr Zhivago. These let you, as a child of this era, full of tears, happiness and energy, and I’m sure it put a strong core into me. Something like… whatever.

 

Have a nice New Year’s eve!

Wandering into Lists of Best 2017 Albums

I googled “Best 2017 Albums” and found many things. Today I wander.

 

Charlotte Gainsbourg is pretty good. Gourmet production, crescendos, gorgeous harmonic shifts. Ring a Ring o’Roses is a great song. 4

Fever Ray and her icy voice… The album looks like a disconcerting big chest, full of sharp patterns, eargasming sounds and a constant sense of drive. There’s a lack of harmony-magic though 3

Fleet Foxes gives me smiles with strange rhythms, but it’s badly produced (too much reverb, buddy) and too casual for me. Voice is boring. Harmonic colors are great, full of moving clouds and facets, and architecture surprises. 3

Girlpool places itself in a clear “indie sound”. Average, but some rare good surprises (the slippery waltz of Powerplant – oh this bass player), the stairs, squeaking risks & breaks of She Goes By).

Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith like a baby Fever Ray. Harmless and insipid, but sweet. Stupid voice and funny sounds at times (To Follow & Lead). I like her good will.

Kamasi Washington, a splendid saxophonist, great to listen in your car

Kehlani got me immediately with Keep On. Irresistible! The rest is crap, sadly.

Kelela loves the sound of her own voice. It’s not good, but it’s good enough to keep me listening to the album. There’s always an element (a sound, a loop, a production idea) which makes you wonder.

Kendrick Lamar. Rap is not my cup of beer, but I really LOVED “King Kunta” in 2015 (which is perfection : the implacability of the bass, the laddered construction). Sadly I didn’t hear anything at this level today…

 

(to be continued)

 

 

In the trash :

Dead water puddles : Boring lazy, examples of “I am ecstatic about myself and I don’t work” : Björk, Future, Jay Z, Julie Byrne and Julien Baker (“I bathe in my voice and empty music”)

Stressed boring mosquitoes : Drunk, slippery and unorganized “experimentations with machines” that goes to trash pretty quickly : Arca, Jlin

Haiku about storm…

Some say haiku come from old songs. If you extract words from these wakas (Japanese songs) you have an haiku ! Sadaiye collected some of these songs in a book…

Chiru hana wo
Oikakete Yuku
Arashi kana

The falling blossoms:
Look at them, it is the storm
That is chasing them.

Sadaiye


Found in Haiku and Modernist Poetics, by Hakutani Y.

Flying Colors, New Year’s Stars & Norwegian Angels : Chronicle 30

What if happiness was the sum of the best memories?

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“With flying colors”. It’s a new idiom for me. We say “Avec brio” (with brio), or “haut la main” (up the hand). I love your “handsomely”, too.

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I once more propose this :

“To overcome one’s talents. My skills unplease me. My easy bores me. My difficult drives me”.

Paul Valéry

It’s not “my easiness”, but “mon facile” (my easy), grammatically incorrect but everybody here will understand what he means, right?

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Escape into work works. For some. It doesn’t for me.

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Sometimes we remember things we’ve never seen. Because we remember what we’ve been told. An image has been formed.

I remember the image of a firework, from a beach in the Pacific ocean, linked to sadness, choices and blocking feelings with logic. Just one picture of flowers in the night sky… and tears.

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When you are too much for somebody. Even for a spouse…

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I heard a U2 bad song, but they recover it with a splendid strange break. It could be an article (“What do you do with a bad song?”), but I forgot the song, so…

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When you make a choice, you live your choice and you think the other one.

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Can we lose our colors? Why? How?

Sometimes people change, and they just lose themselves.

 

There’s a big storm coming tomorrow in France. Name’s Carmen.

Thus I found this translation of Ze song from Bizet’s opera Carmen, “l’amour est un enfant de Bohême” :

Love is a gypsy’s child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you’d best beware!

The bird you thought you had caught
beat its wings and flew away …
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!

Many persons here tweet about this storm – “Si je t’aime prends garde à toi” : if I love you, beware!

Brrr…

 

At the end of this year I have 174 real followers. Hello everybody! One day I reached 30 readers and someone told me “Hey, that’s a class!”. Today it’s a little more… I would like to thank everyone, and especially those who like or comment my little tools here. Thank you! Merci !

Have a nice last day of 2017!

Jean-Pascal

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Dwindling Ideas & Wobbly Recoveries for bloggers

Hi everyone!

In this penultimate day (and maybe article) of the year, I discovered this verb : “To peter out” (never heard this before); then “to dwindle”. That’s so charming that I played with them (aweeee “dwindling“) for my title.

Look at this Nietzsche quote :

A Sigh. I caught this notion on the way, and rapidly took the readiest, poor words to hold it fast, so that it might not again fly away. But it has died in these dry words, and hangs and flaps about in them and now I hardly know, when I look upon it, how I could have had such happiness when I caught this bird.

Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Fourth Book, 298

 

We bloggers sometimes catch a great idea at the weirdest moments : at work, when we drive, when we shower. Darn it!

And we all know this feeling : this idea is mixed up with a rush, a fast and blossoming urge to write it down, to develop it in a cool article to share. It’s a sigh, a wind, a light, a force. You are so happy you caught it…

Well, the most common event is that you will totally forget what it was about, as soon as you’re ready to write. You then have this terrible moment : you’re stuck in immobility, closing your eyes in silence, trying to find in your mind any string to pull, a path to it, anything. But the marvelous idea stays hidden in the deepest waters of your worn out brain…

Hopefully it’ll grow bigger until you catch it back, like the fish. Unlikely, right?

All petered out, off, down, whatever.

But the subject of this article is different : it’s when you remembered your weaved “idea & rush”, you drove this pack down into words on your computer, but… it’s parked dead in the end. It dwindled into a “WTF I don’t care anymore”. You lost it. The idea is there, but the steam is not. No life. You lost something but you don’t know what. Dry words. Article incompleteness.

In the end, you can trash it, or let it macerate in your draft section on WordPress. Maybe wait the day after? Sometimes it works. Next morning, jump up from your bed, have a coffee and read over your mess. Maybe (maybe) you’ll hear the engine pre-roar… You go girl!

What will happen likely is that you will publish this wobbly and patched article, like it is. A bit bitter unhappy, but hoping it’ll inspire something to someone somewhere.

 

If you’re lucky, an hour later, while you commute to work, you’ll feel a lightbulb over your head, une ampoule électrique : you found the rush back, it’s now full of light, at least!

Until you’re back in front of your computer?

 

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!

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