Paris weekend
Dec. 19th, 2005 09:14 amI spent the weekend in Paris. Here's a little round-up of what / who I saw / did.

Friday
Said hello to Hypo at the St Michel branch of Gibert Jeune, the record store where he works. Headed straight for "Japanese Paris", visiting Opera bookstore Junku and Book Off. Saw the Simon Henwood exhibition at Colette, where I spent a lot of time admiring the new Mick Rock book of photos of Ziggy Stardust. Up to Gilles and Flo's place on the Rue des Martyrs in Pigalle. To the Indian arcade, Passage Brady, for a vegetarian curry lunch. To the Pompidou Centre. The big Dada show was somewhat over-familiar and exhaustive / exhausting (the best thing I saw in there was a folkie beardy fellow dressed up as a Peruvian, a fellow visitor, blurry snap below). Also saw a flashy William Klein photo show and a shadows show for kids, but the best thing at Beaubourg was the Charlotte Perriand show. Perriand was a Modernist interior and furniture designer who worked with Le Corbusier and Pierre Jeanneret, and was profoundly influenced by Japanese style. One of her last works (when she was 90!) was a tea house. Met with Xavier, my future publisher. Good meeting, we will now proceed to contracts. Missed an Active Suspension party at o.lamm's place because of a headache (I often get these after flying).

Saturday
To Tang Freres on the Avenue D'Ivry, and the Olympiades Oslo shopping centre, where I looked at Cambodian record sleeves, vowing to incorporate their cliched breezy blossom ambience into my album. To Rue Louise Weiss to see the commercial art shows. Nicest gallery, as usual, was Air de Paris, and the "marshmallow aesthetics" of Lily van der Stokker. To the Rue Mouffetard, then the tea room of the Paris mosque, where sparrows fly around the tiled, heavily ornamented room as you sip sugary tea. To the very dim and grand Natural History Museum, established in the second year of the Revolution. Down with aristocrats, up with animals! Wander through the Jardin des Plantes at dusk. Back to Gilles and Flo's place, where I see a top secret project they're working on. To the Palais de Tokyo for a snack dinner. The art is rather poor at the moment, with some horrible Robert Malaval paintings, Artur Barrio's slippery room full of coffee grounds, and some silly babies in tea cups by Shu Lea Cheang. Spend a lot of time with Brigitte Cornand's films of New York art, though (land art, etc). A quick glimpse of the Champs Elysees Christmas lights.

Sunday
Had hoped to see the Indian Summer show at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, a survey of 24 young Indian artists. But it's shut, so we head up through the Louvre, the Palais Royale and Passage des Panoramas then take a train to the Canal St Martin and attend David F's Circuit Bending Workshop at Point Ephemere. The idea is that, starting from scratch, people construct instruments from junk, bang on them, give a concert, record the results, and release a CD complete with sleeve design the same evening. I couldn't hang around long enough to hear what it sounded like, but it was jolly nice to see o.lamm, Kumi, Johann, Mehdi, Kahn Linh La, David Fenech, and the rest before I had to rush from Jaures to Orly (from one late Brel song to another).


Friday
Said hello to Hypo at the St Michel branch of Gibert Jeune, the record store where he works. Headed straight for "Japanese Paris", visiting Opera bookstore Junku and Book Off. Saw the Simon Henwood exhibition at Colette, where I spent a lot of time admiring the new Mick Rock book of photos of Ziggy Stardust. Up to Gilles and Flo's place on the Rue des Martyrs in Pigalle. To the Indian arcade, Passage Brady, for a vegetarian curry lunch. To the Pompidou Centre. The big Dada show was somewhat over-familiar and exhaustive / exhausting (the best thing I saw in there was a folkie beardy fellow dressed up as a Peruvian, a fellow visitor, blurry snap below). Also saw a flashy William Klein photo show and a shadows show for kids, but the best thing at Beaubourg was the Charlotte Perriand show. Perriand was a Modernist interior and furniture designer who worked with Le Corbusier and Pierre Jeanneret, and was profoundly influenced by Japanese style. One of her last works (when she was 90!) was a tea house. Met with Xavier, my future publisher. Good meeting, we will now proceed to contracts. Missed an Active Suspension party at o.lamm's place because of a headache (I often get these after flying).
Saturday
To Tang Freres on the Avenue D'Ivry, and the Olympiades Oslo shopping centre, where I looked at Cambodian record sleeves, vowing to incorporate their cliched breezy blossom ambience into my album. To Rue Louise Weiss to see the commercial art shows. Nicest gallery, as usual, was Air de Paris, and the "marshmallow aesthetics" of Lily van der Stokker. To the Rue Mouffetard, then the tea room of the Paris mosque, where sparrows fly around the tiled, heavily ornamented room as you sip sugary tea. To the very dim and grand Natural History Museum, established in the second year of the Revolution. Down with aristocrats, up with animals! Wander through the Jardin des Plantes at dusk. Back to Gilles and Flo's place, where I see a top secret project they're working on. To the Palais de Tokyo for a snack dinner. The art is rather poor at the moment, with some horrible Robert Malaval paintings, Artur Barrio's slippery room full of coffee grounds, and some silly babies in tea cups by Shu Lea Cheang. Spend a lot of time with Brigitte Cornand's films of New York art, though (land art, etc). A quick glimpse of the Champs Elysees Christmas lights.

Sunday
Had hoped to see the Indian Summer show at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, a survey of 24 young Indian artists. But it's shut, so we head up through the Louvre, the Palais Royale and Passage des Panoramas then take a train to the Canal St Martin and attend David F's Circuit Bending Workshop at Point Ephemere. The idea is that, starting from scratch, people construct instruments from junk, bang on them, give a concert, record the results, and release a CD complete with sleeve design the same evening. I couldn't hang around long enough to hear what it sounded like, but it was jolly nice to see o.lamm, Kumi, Johann, Mehdi, Kahn Linh La, David Fenech, and the rest before I had to rush from Jaures to Orly (from one late Brel song to another).

(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 09:05 am (UTC)You're just flying around on purpose to wind us up now, aren't you?
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Date: 2005-12-19 09:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 09:24 am (UTC)aaah, they look like stills from 50s czech animation series
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Date: 2005-12-19 09:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-19 11:26 am (UTC)(And of course your point about Charlotte Perriand applies to the whole of Paris: it kept its antique architecture by offering very little resistance to the Nazis, allowing itself to be occupied so as not to be bombed and "lose its looks".)
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 12:20 pm (UTC)About the obsession with old architecture: the same thing happens in the Americas and Australasia, where people want to preserve their "historical" (that means "built 100 years ago and falling apart, just like the London plumbing") colonial style buildings and houses because... well, just because. In the end, it's just inconvenient and bothersome to dwell in one of them.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 08:57 pm (UTC)...to my standards that is.
(I had to include this very last sentence just to please
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 09:20 pm (UTC)http://www.viaggiaresempre.it/05TurchiaCappadociaGoreme.jpg
(It would be wonderful to have dwellings like this with modern conveniences, though. Can you imagine?)
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 10:38 pm (UTC)Now we just need to learn how to grow houses instead of building them.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 02:29 pm (UTC)Attention au vocabulaire!!!
no race riots in France, it's never been question of race (we're not in Australia for example) it's a problem of poor french people (children of arab, african immigrants, but not only, "white" people too) that want to make us realize how deep they're in despair. They show us how they have problems to get jobs because of racism, yes, but because of where they live, because of National Education problems, and they're not belonging to ONE cultural community, so it can be question of race riots.
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:46 pm (UTC)That said, I lived in a traditional Geisha house 30 minutes walk from Shinjuku, which would now be 103 years old, which was one of the most pleasant experiences in my life. My wonderful lovable landlord was unfortunately forced to demolish it before it became a historical site. Now, a modern, nice, but not as beautiful bulding stands in its place. Who would know?
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Date: 2005-12-19 07:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 10:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 12:29 pm (UTC)Glad to hear that you may be publishing a book... just hope it doesn't mean you have to start 'editing' what you say in your blog.
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Date: 2005-12-19 10:56 pm (UTC)I don't find the architecture of Paris opressive except in its most bombastic manifestations - the Haussmann boulevards can have the same kind of sinister uniformity one sometimes sees in the architecture of imperial Rome - so I can see what you mean.
I love the Pompidou Centre. Loved it from the moment it was built. While it doesn't have the welcoming public role that the Pompidou Centre has I always find Rogers' Lloyds Building rather wonderful too. I wish that Britain would give him a major project like the Battersea Power Station and then leave him alone to see what he'd come up with.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 04:09 pm (UTC)I agree with David, and Jermynsavile. More Calatravas, please.
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-12-19 06:47 pm (UTC)The train station I use to go into and out of New York is not even five years old and is completely automated. It was bright and shiny for about a season, until the inevitable natural process started exerting itself on the structure. Now it looks like a cheap, discarded toy.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 07:51 pm (UTC)What is so wrong with a city that holds artifacts from the passing centuries is a mystery to me. Perhaps it is not very early-20's to say, but to devalue this element of a city or a culture seems to betray a callow disregard for history, if not a lack of knowledge. Don't such things enrich a culture? Newer cities lack this resonance, and seem two-dimensional, flat, uninteresting. I'll take Venice over Las Vegas.
Then again, "new" is old hat here--it's not very satisfying. Perhaps Europeans feel somewhat confined by their history, but to jettison one's culture for novelty seems to toss out a perfectly good stew for a bowl of thin gruel that has yet to be tasted. Sometimes I wonder if one can be so hyper-cultured as to swing full circle into a perverse, self-destructive barbarism. Barbarism, I say!
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Date: 2005-12-19 09:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 10:36 pm (UTC)New York is a city of an entirely different class and magnitude, but it has ripped itself to shreds over and over--which is fine, but who wants to live in a world in which that is the rule? Who wants to live in a world where you are judged by how much you can withstand instead of by what you love? New York is dynamic, exciting and brash, but does not allow for a single moment of peace or introspection. It's like someone screaming in your face constantly.
I think a mix of architectural styles makes a city, with its differing textures, scale and colors adding to the richness of daily life for its inhabitants; it allows for the uniquueness of a city, so tht it can tell its own story to thse who visit. A sense of place is vital if a city's inhabitants are to prize it for other than cold, utilitarian reasons. Big ideas imposed by even bigger egos rarely work--isn't this one of the central lessons that the past century has left us? Better that a city unfold over time through many minds and hands. The new will always happen--we just have to be patient.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 11:01 pm (UTC)I think William Christenberry does a good job of evoking the vernacular architectural forms found in the rural south.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 11:05 pm (UTC)I've seen pleasing excursions into organic forms in some new buildings though, this is a good thing. Just as much of the classical tradition derives its forms from the natural world modern architecture can't turn its back on life in favour of the graph or the set rule.
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Date: 2005-12-20 12:10 am (UTC)To my mind, Byrne's take on the subject does not seem in any way reactionary. In fact, it makes good sense. But then, I gravitate towards, the small, the improvised, and the organic. I don't trust many grand schemes. To admit that we all have an animal nature is healthy, as is embracing the messiness that comes with being an organism. We are our bodies, after all:
"In my opinion there is nothing inherently wrong with tall buildings. A limited number of anything is like genetic diversity; it’s of value to the species as a whole. I can, however, see that these residences are definitely top-down design — there is no room for the evolution and mutation of function, form, use — it’s all planned in advance. The creators all assume the inevitable victory of science, reason and logic over messy instinct, intuition and impulse.
"The legacy of the Enlightenment rears its ugly head. Well, maybe the Enlightenment shouldn’t be blamed for all of it — it simply added scientific confidence to our existing religious moral foundations and presumptions — those of Christianity, Judaism and Islam, that see humans as the masters of the Universe and Godlike caretakers of the planet. The assumptions is that with our technology, knowledge and superior intellect we can overcome any difficulties, solve any problems and apply sense and reason to any part of life, any aspect of life, and make it more productive and “better”.
"This hubris is often our undoing — the belief that our art and science can allow us to make grand designs that will, if done rigorously and “properly”, will allow us to sort out this messy world. Whether it be (sometimes) well-intentioned urban planning, genetic engineering or child rearing, our denial of our animal part creates true monsters. The desire to escape from the base “animal” is in fact a quick shortcut to beastie hell."
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Date: 2005-12-20 01:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 03:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 05:55 pm (UTC)If you want to see a building the behaves like a cuttlefish, look here (courtesy of
A skin slightly more refined than the brash digital lights now being used might be more beguiling but that may come in time; something like the chromatophores in the skin of a cephalopod.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 03:30 pm (UTC)Parisian Tokyoite
Date: 2005-12-19 11:40 am (UTC)great weekend
looking forward to seeing you in Tokyo !
Antonin / digiki
Re: Parisian Tokyoite
Date: 2005-12-19 02:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-19 03:53 pm (UTC)Word is out you're writing a novel, Momus.
Date: 2005-12-19 07:31 pm (UTC)I'm writing my first novel now; and I'm surprised at its profoundly erotic nature; unfortunately it's quite political. If we're both doing this at the same time, perhaps there's some sort of telepathy involved.
Re: Word is out you're writing a novel, Momus.
Date: 2005-12-20 01:24 pm (UTC)I really like this pohoto of you, Momus.
Zaha Hadid - Musee du Louvre, Department of Islamic Art (2005)
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