If youâ€™re in southern France you can listen to Radio FUN playing a hard-techno re-make of Eddie Murphyâ€™s â€œParty All The Timeâ€ that seemingly goes on for hours. You can turn to Radio Nostalgie for, well, golden oldies or you can try Radio NRJ (pronounced En-Air-Geeâ€¦ Cute) for current pop.
Or you can wake up late, have a quiet lunch, sit around, soak up a bit of sun, do a little walking.
Itâ€™s around 30C (mid-80â€™s Farenheit) and the sun is shining. Today is going to be my first day for visiting some of the many, many photography exhibits placed around town. The main center for such things is a converted convent called the Couvent des Minimes. Itâ€™s a lovely space with lots of wall space for lots of pictures.
Last night was the first of the evening slide shows (or â€œSoiree de Projectionâ€) at a place called Campo Santo. Itâ€™s a square or courtyard that, with the help of a large screen and some bleacher seats, becomes everyoneâ€™s extended living room. Itâ€™s as though all your relatives have brought all of their photos from all of their vacations and itâ€™s going to take about and hour and a half to sit through them all. The strangest thing is that all those relatives of yours seem to vacation is the bleakest, most depressing places on Earth.
If youâ€™re here from the US youâ€™ll see many pictures and many stories that you just donâ€™t see in American publications. Thereâ€™s a lot of very strong photography and not a small amount of pretty weak photography. Can someone tell when vingetting became acceptable? It seems that there are a few photogs out there that manage to scrape together the cash for a 20mm lens but then run out of money before buying a lens hood, and so use the old one from a 28mm. Tiny, little and ever-so-annoying triangles of darkness at the corners of each frame is, I believe, not a good thing.
You get to see some of the dayâ€™s news photos at Campo Santo, surely a good thing as the â€œnewsâ€ becomes something of lesser interest as the week goes by. You get to see some of the best news photos from two months of the previous year (since the last Visa Pour Lâ€™Image) and last nightâ€™s were from September and October.
You also get to see, and meet, people youâ€™ve thought about meeting for years. In terms of meetings-with-heroes, Iâ€™ve shaken hands with Joe Dimaggio and Ted Williams (at the same event), talked amps with Eddie Van Halen, had a drink at the bar with Sean Connery and even been threatened with bodily harm by Sid Vicious, but last night I got to meet two of my personal photographic heroes.
At Campo Santo last night I realized that I was sitting across the aisle from Elliot Erwitt, probably my favorite ever photographer. I introduced myself, shook his hand and thought the night charmed. Sitting back down I heard someone speaking behind me to discover that it was none other than David Douglas Duncanâ€¦ This is, in hero-worship terms, a two-fer of the highest magnitude. Introduced myself, shook hands, fawned a little and then, to prove that I wasnâ€™t dreaming, managed to cajole the two of them into posing for a photoâ€¦ :)
Todayâ€™s â€œMidnight At The CafÃ© De La Posteâ€ photo:
Jan Garaup (Politiken-Denmark) and Bruno Stevens (Cosmos)