Tag: France

Cave of Forgotten Dreams

Posted by Alison – May 5, 2011

 

 

 

A few nights ago, I had the distinct pleasure to take in Werner Herzog’s latest documentary, “Cave of Forgotten Dreams,” at IFC. It was magical. The sophistication of technique and the paintings’ beauty can’t be disputed, but the timeline — most of these paintings were composed over 32,000 years ago — just boggles the mind. These are the earliest known paintings of humankind. To provide some perspective, the famous images at Lascaux (the other famous French cave) go back 18,000 years; Chauvet is “another Lascaux back from Lascaux.”

Some of the paintings had a space of 5,000 years in between additions. Can you even imagine that amount of time? It’s like going to the pyramids, adding your own illustration to a panel of hieroglyphics, then walking away — and it remains untouched. Imagining 500 years from now is hard to realize; I just think of Futurama.

I highly recommend this movie. Any excuse to hear Herzog’s voice is a good excuse, in my book. And make sure to check out this interview with Herzog at The Paris Review. Good stuff.

Le Cochon Danseur

Posted by Alison – January 31, 2010

Jeff sent me this video a few days ago and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since. It is so ridiculously bizarre! (Like, the kind of bizarre you watch over and over again, not the kind that haunts your dreams….yet.) A life-size, overweight pig in a suit coat seeks a strumpet’s affections; she spurns him, only to make him strip to dance with her? He seems to enjoy getting down in the buff, they synchronize their feet and a good time is had by all while the piano player does his thing.

Entitled “Le Cochon Danseur,” this short film was based on a popular Vaudeville act in the early 20th century. It’s kind of crazy to realize how much humor and theater has changed in a mere one hundred years. (I can’t help but connect this to clowns and the circus. Does anyone sincerely adore clowns anymore? No one that I know of…and if they do, they haven’t seen It yet, a.k.a. the movie that instilled my childhood fear of toilets, sewers and the aforementioned clowns. Ack.)

Also, when he shows his teeth and sticks out his tongue at the end: I may take back what I said about nightmares. Slightly traumatizing.

My Life in France

Posted by Alison – January 20, 2010

There was a time that I never thought of France. It somehow seemed the obvious place to visit, with it’s romantic and “whimsical” connotations. (“We’ll picnic under the Eiffel Tower, mon cheri! Bring your striped shirt.”)

However, I’m glad to say that I’m over my misguided delusions (with the help of Julia Child and David Sedaris). France now seems like a wonderland of amazing flea markets, medical museums, stinky cheese and taxidermy for miles — all on my “can’t live without” list. Joanna Maclennan‘s photos of Avignon boutique Vox Populi exemplifies all of my expectations.

Artists and Vox Populi owners Pascale Pulin and her husband Bruno have translated their many collections into a life-size cabinet of curiosities. Located in Provence, the peeling wallpaper, bell jars and many scattered bits and pieces of ephemera give this atelier a storybook quality. It’s as though I’m stepping back in time. In the words of Alice Sebold, “lovely bones.” (I think I want to make that my new catchphrase.)

I now want nothing more than to visit France’s winding cobblestone streets. Bring on the fromage, mon cher!

[Via The Constant Gatherer]

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