Monday, March 23, 2009

Jenna Jameson Vidéo





21 March 9
Media Lisieux
Day organized readings at the library and marketing of Lisieux, roaming around the project in the presence of Eugene Durif and Christophe Tostain.

Excerpt from "The Cows", The traviscope - Eugene Durif


With c omédiens:
Arnaud Aubert, Isis Louviot,
Marie-Laure Spera, François-Xavier Malingre.
teachers:
Emmanuel Hartvick (college Gustave Flaubert - Pont l'Eveque)
Isabelle quartile (Fremont High School - Lisieux).

Students :

Anthony, Astrid, Emma, Kevin, Lucy, Pauline Fremont High School, Audrey, Emma, Kim Gambier High School of Lisieux, and Amelia, Aude, Leila, Melanie, Roman College Gustave Flaubert Pont l'Eveque.

Photos: Kevin Louviot

Friday, March 13, 2009

Force Of Car Pulling Trailer




And the encounters are woven with the thread of time. Yvonne, Louise, Bernard, Madeleine ... doors ajar without much difficulty. Heat homes greets me in the greatest simplicity. Always offered coffee, the little biscuit to accompany, and the words coming slowly, tell me the story of Dives sur mer, tell me the epic lives of those already well advanced and those who have gone through the transformation of a world, who fought against, sometimes forcefully, then laugh about that now. I have a great time to listen. Because there are words of course, but there is also the image in their words and memories bounce without pause and recollect the time of a broken past.

For now I do not know where I'm going with all these stories and this history. Some angles of attack are born in my musings, but I prefer to let a little blind.

And beside, not below, echoes of their voices crashing constantly with the crisis, crisis, crisis and yet the crisis, hasty closures; Total, Continental, Sony ... It's unbearable.

Good Halloween Costumes For Broken Leg




Good Songs To Dance To In A Talent Show




Second day meetings, looks, trade, attempts, sketches, a few notes ...
No tracks. Too early

I do not know where I'm going
Neither do I seek.
Make the sponge is easy on paper and uncomfortable in practice.
I am moved by the fates, passions, constraints, hopes, the concerns of all deal with uncertainty rampant in the world.
Leaving, staying, everything became trip.

Deep Throat Stomach Manga




When I Get My Period The Blood Is Mucusy



Annoyed, irritated now
Cold
Want a fireplace
Watch the flames, nothing
dream tonight probably, surely
Few stayed, no memory except the one to turn and turn and turn again
Dream silent, the worst, which say nothing Do not say anything

Who does not leave anything in the morning
Outside the aches and the feeling of being oblique

So you have to go
Good mood
False
Ah ah hello Jules
I give him the portrait
Without success
Without totally miss
A warm portrait
So annoying annoying
Basically
And it piled
The nervousness piled up.

Bar Theatre
There is more than that to
Go to the bar of the theater and watch
And let slip
Allow Allow from

Day coming down in grisouille
For starters, it's always the soup
start in the soup
In "we know nothing, you know, we know more
We forgot his text and it comes into play "in this soup
then
At the sight of all
A wading
That

I start like that I begin as I start well
must begin
Without net
Health.

Do You Have To Refrigerate Shrimp Sauce




= 96.8 Degrees Fahrenheit



March 2, 12h 53, exit the motorway towards Lisieux, several roundabouts, earth and straw landscape, blue sky. Stop
lunch menu 11 euros, the village stretches along the national urban elastic, vans standard on the car park.
I go.
A lady silhouette stovepipe tells me "the table at the bottom where there are two gentlemen."
I cross the room. I discovered the two men side by side watching television in the direction where I am: a thin, bronze-green shirt and tie, mouth hyphen, shoulder-length hair plated, the other farmer or builder or both, the five fingers as thumbs, mug red, turquoise blue eyes.
I sit facing the second.
I salute them. They respond politely and
back on TV, a show animal, it seems. I feel
they cling.
buoy.
I broke, right under their nose, it unleashes waves: storm on the paper tablecloth. Slapping the face of a stranger there, a few feet away ...
buoy. I
order.
They chew: one bib, the other a pie. Silence. TV occupies its space, the space light, space anguish. The peasant worker
building intrigues me. Behind the stature and the mine closed in caret, you can feel the cracks. I think of an old wall.
Although I know the answer, I asked him: Lisieux How much is it? Ten? Fifteen miles? It takes time for reflection, the question is important, and answered:
- Although fifteen ah yes.
That's all he said. Here's mine again tip the screen.
He finished his dessert.
He rises.
He whispers a goodbye.
It goes away.
Him, I would have painted his face.
My attention then reverted to another type located diagonally. His glasses give him a square air traveling salesman. I begin to question: Is the region?
- No.
- Where?
- Sotteville-les-Rouen.
- Ah.
- Yes.
- Hon Hon.
- This side of Rouen.
- Ah.
- Yes.
- Hon Hon. And you work in what?
- Data processing. Technician on printers.
I exclaim:
- People like you are precious.
- Oh no, he replies. Oh yes, he corrects the next second.
He blushed, I think, unless it is an illusion.
The conversation begins: the profession, the crisis, unemployment, the gulf banks, forcing news ... Suddenly the whirling billion euros over the table, doing loops, escape, return, s' envolent again and disappear, Definitive. Ah heaven!
- I do not have too much conscience, confess my interlocutor on several occasions. Should the numbers.