#Denis D'Amour

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Voivod - The Prow

[metalsongoftheday]

Tuesday, February 28: Voivod, “Into My Hypercube”

R.I.P. Denis “Piggy” D’Amour (1959-2005)

Voivod truly came into their own on Nothingface, crafting an idiosyncratic prog/thrash hybrid that didn’t really have any antecedent or influence.  “Into My Hypercube” just seemed to exist, and couldn’t be anything other than Voivod: from Snake’s accented snarl to Piggy’s simultaneously blocky and sinewy guitar to Blacky’s “blower” bass and Away’s Neil Peart-meets-Charlie Benante drumming, this was so its own thing that it was almost laughable. Really, the most shocking thing about the track and Nothingface was that it actually expanded Voivod’s audience- one would imagine the thrash of Killing Technology or the more accessible overtures of Angel Rat or even The Outer Limits would land better.  But it just went to show that by following their own muse on “into My Hypercube”, the group built their own sandbox and were better off hanging out while the world came to them.

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Chagrin D'Amour – Chacun Fait (C'qui Lui Plait), 1981.

Illustration de Denis Hoch.

[stoneoferech]

Voïvod "Dimension Hatröss"

[sanctuary1988]

Les Petals D'Amour | Gwi | Masterpost

Pairing: Gwi (the scholar who walks the night) x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

General Warnings: fluff, angst, blood, biting, general vampire stuff, secrets, obsession, twisted retail of beauty and the beast, death, character death, typical period misogyny, DARK ROMANCE, spiciness, love?, (specific warnings will be given in each chapter)

Total Word Count: in process

A/N: Welcome to my first fic on this new blog, darling! I finished watching TSWWTN like a month ago and I have officially fallen in love. I took one of the scenes to start this story that could serve as a prequel of the drama from Gwi's perspective. Like a backstory for him that we were denied on the show.

I really hope you will like it, loves. Please share your thoughts with me and feel free to ask me anything! From extra scenes for this story to what's the last thing I ate, I'd love to interact with you all!

*A/N: This story will be updated when I have the time to write, darlings. I'll do my best to keep it alive and ongoing but I have a lot on my plate right now. I'm doing this mostly for myself as I need some space to vent and create without pressure. This blog is a safe space for anyone and that obviously includes me. So please be patient when it comes to updates! I'm giving my all trying to balance my life with all the responsibilities I, myself, put over my already busy life. But be for sure that this story will be finished... someday.

**A/N: Darling, please mind the warnings on this post and on each chapter. I'm still pondering on whether I should include smut here or not as I personally think there should be a solid reason why there must be a spicy scene in a story but aside from that, this story will have some pretty dark contents and behaviours. Disturbing scenes may appear throughout the story and I am not responsible for your media consumption. Please, be careful, love.

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Chapter 1 | Handsome Stranger |2.3k words|

Chapter 2 | Owned Flower |2.4k words|

Chapter 3 | Caged Petal |2k words|

Chapter 4 | Silver Innocence |2.5k words|

Chapter 5 | Subtle Conscience |2.5k words|

Chapter 6 | A Flower For A Flower |4.2k words|

Chapter 7 | Reborn Petals Of Emotion |4k words|

Chapter 8 | Veil Of Temptation |4.5k words|

Chapter 9 | Fate's Cruel Hand |5.1 words|

Chapter 10 | The Heart Of The Poet |3.4 words|

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𖹭 Interlude pt.1 |1.4k words|

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Chapter 11 | The Moon That Embraces The Sun |4.6k words|

Chapter 12 | Melodic Promises |5.5k words|

Chapter 13 | The Silence Of Solitude |3.2k words|

Chapter 14 | Stolen Rose Of A Promise |4k words|

Chapter 15 | Flames Of Passion |4.5k words|

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𖹭 Interlude pt. 2 |2.2k words|

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Chapter 16 | Secret Of Darkness |3.4k words|

Chapter 17 | The Age Of Romance |3k words|

Chapter 18 | Echoes Of Eternity |4.2k words|

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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Interlude pt. 3

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Chapter 21

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🫀 In His Head | Rook Hunt x Reader

>> requested: yes, by @pinkskybelle >> a/n: didnt do him justice pls save me

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , here!! >> summary: you reject rook >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): oblivious reader, you have an s/o

Rook hoped you would get the memo. The arrows that had messages attached to them, the little gifts; he hoped those would resonate a thought within you.

Unfortunately, you were more dense than he had realized. You would return his arrows with a smile, and read his letters aloud. Something that was meant for your eyes was broadcasted to your friend group. And they knew what was up. Of course they did. They would send him judgemental glares in the halls. And yet they never bothered to tell you. At least, when they tried to hint at it you would never understand.

But today… today you would understand. He had prepared everything. You would be awed by the beauty of what he had prepared for you. You couldn’t ignore his feelings now.

Figuring out where you were was easy. He basically knew the school from the inside out, and also knew your schedule and routes by heart. It was 12:07, and you would be eating lunch on the bleachers while you watched the spelldrive practice.

Picking up an arrow, Rook stabbed it through a note that read Please come behind the bleachers on the opposite side, le chasseur d'amour. Placing the back of the arrow on the string, he pulled it back before the twang of releasing it sounded. And the arrow stuck perfectly on the wooden bleachers you were sitting on. He watched as you read the notes aloud, and how your friends talked to you about something that you denied.

When you rounded the corner, he was nervously excited. He asked you to follow him, and you complied, nodding and smiling. Perfectly oblivious.

You followed Rook into a small clearing surrounded by trees, where he stopped and turned to look at you.

“Rook, can I ask what this is all about?” you asked, confused on why he would bring you so secluded.

“Le chasseur d’amour, je suis très amoureux de toi. A chaque instant, je pense à toi. S'il vous plaît, acceptez ma confession.” He confessed, hand on his chest and one out at you.

“I’m so sorry… could you repeat that?” you asked, not speaking French.

“Trickster,” he started, more embarrassed than before. “I am deeply in love with you. Would you do me the utmost favor of accepting my confession?”

“You… love me?” you ask.

“I always have,” he says, taking off his hat.

“Oh Rook,” you sigh deeply. “I’m so sorry.”

“Excuse moi?” He was not prepared for this response.

“I’m so sorry Rook.” you feel tears well in your eyes. “I’m already dating someone.”

“If I may,” his heart drops. “Who?”

“Someone from my home,” your lips form a sickly sweet smile. “They’re from my world.”

Oh.

He could never compete with someone from a different world. And he would rather lay down his bow than interfere with your relationships.

“I… je vois,” he wouldn’t let tears come to his eyes. He wouldn’t allow it. “In that case, thank you for your time, Prefect.”

He exited the forest without you, and was lowering the hem of his hat so as to not be seen in such a state. He wouldn’t love someone again. He wouldn’t put his heart out there. For his broken heart would never heal again.

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Denis D'Amour 24/09/1959 - 25/08/2005

[it-happened-one-fic]

Viennese Waltz - A Perfect Dance Partner - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author's Notes: I actually really enjoyed writing this one! I didn't have an inspiration dance performance for this one, but I listened to "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri for the first draft and then Paul de Senneville's "Spring Waltz (Mariage d'amour)" for all of the editing. To be honest I think the "Spring Waltz (Mariage d'amour)" made me a little soft which might show in the writing. Also, I think the timing for this fic's release is kind of fitting considering what is currently being released in the Japanese server. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance AU/female reader/romantic/fluff

Word Count: 996

I inhaled softly before slipping out of the dressing room and heading out for the final performance of the day. My dance with Malleus.

The Viennese waltz was, fittingly, one of the oldest ballroom dances. It was also one of the dances with the biggest legend surrounding it. 

Commonly thought of as the most romantic dance and well known as one of the most popular forms that a wedding’s first dance could take.

In a strange way, it was almost daunting to be performing such a dance with Malleus.

It was completely different from dancing with Trein. Rather than being incredibly relaxing, it was more like it was half-embarrassing.

But those feelings melted away once Malleus met my awkward gaze with a smile. Holding out his hand with gleaming eyes, he calmly asked an incredibly simple question: “May I?”

It was almost odd for him to ask if he could dance with me, considering that Crowley had forced me into this position. Dancing any and every dance I was pulled for in these classes’ games of straws. No matter the class, partner, or my feelings on the matter, I was going to perform.

Perhaps that was why the smile I gave him in return was a genuine one as I slipped my hand into his gloved one and nodded, “Of course.”

His fangs flashed as his smile widened, and he backed up slowly to the center of the floor, pulling me along with him as the lights slowly dimmed.

The music had just started as he gently pulled me into hold. His eyes never left mine even as he slowly began to guide me into the gentle but surprisingly fast and whirling dance.

And I found I was content to gaze back at him, fully trusting him to lead me through our performance as I matched his smile with one of my own. But, at odds with my earlier embarrassment, there was an ease to being him.

Perhaps it was because our friendship had sprouted out of nothing with no expectations and me even calling him Hornton of all things.

 I had to bite back a quiet laugh as I thought about the fact that even now I was calling someone so supposedly scary something as ridiculous as Hornton. But that’s just how we were.

At this point, I could confidently say that neither Malleus nor I really cared what others thought about the two of us. Which was probably why I no longer had any nervous butterflies or concerns as I danced with him. 

I wasn’t being graded, and I had no doubts that Malleus would pass this class with ease. So all I was really doing was just dancing. Only for the fun of it. 

And I’d even gotten the chance to accept this dance and this partner instead of just being pushed into performing and expected to just accept it.

“You’re quite talented, Child of man,” There was a sparkle in Malleus’s eyes as he spoke, and I felt a grin creep onto my face.

“I ought to be, what with all the training I’ve been getting,” He chuckled slightly, nodding his head in admission to my wry words.

“That is true. But Lilia told me there was a perfect dance partner out there for everyone… Perhaps you shall find yours in the course of the classes.” 

I smiled slightly at his words. Of course Lilia would say something like that. Ever the romantic.

But I couldn’t deny it was a pleasant thought, “Maybe… It would be nice.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, “You are as much of a romantic as Lilia.”

I fought the urge to shrug. Even as skilled a dancer as Malleus was, that would ruin the performance for sure, “Hey, everyone’s got their weaknesses.”

He hummed in response as he pivoted us across the floor, something flickering through those bright green eyes of his as his gaze shifted to something in the distance and turned thoughtful, “Indeed, I seem quite weak to moments such as these.”

His eyes found mine again, his slit pupils dilating as soon as our gazes met, and I fought the urge to tilt my head questioningly. Opting to instead let him explain on his own time. 

Malleus wasn’t one to leave me hanging.

“I’ve grown quite fond of making these memories with you… Perhaps you have become more precious to me than I realized.”

Even if I’d had the words, I wasn’t given the chance to respond as he punctuated his statement by gently pulling me up into a bridal-style hold.

 Carefully cradling me against his chest, he leaned his head forward to gently rest his forehead against mine. Our spinning slowed to match the gradually fading song.

In just a few more moments, our performance would be finished.

“Perhaps this is what it means to find one’s perfect partner?” His voice was quiet, but I still caught the words he practically breathed out. There was no way I could miss them with how close we were to one another.

His gaze held mine as he cradled me against him, and silence spread through the room as the song finished its lilting end. 

The final notes of the melody clung to their small area in what felt like a massive span of time as me and Malleus came to a stop, still staring at one another. His, an almost solemn but tender gaze while I stared back at him, wide-eyed.

And then he sat me down, a smile back on his face that made it look like nothing had been said as he inclined his head, “Thank you for the dance, Child of Man.”

He turned, still holding my hand gently, as he headed over towards the applauding judges, but I barely even heard them congratulating him on a dance well done. Instead, my head was too filled with his words and exactly how tender his gaze had been in that brief moment.

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VOIVOD Montreal 1989

Sometimes I forget how ambitious I was when I was young. I had sold a portrait or two from the film festival to the Village Voice in the fall of 1989 when Edna Suarez, their photo editor, called me from New York to ask how hard it would be for me to get to Montreal to shoot a band. I didn't tell her that it was no small trip given Canadian distances, but I wanted the job really badly, so I mumbled something about taking the train and got the assignment to photograph Voivod, a heavy metal band from Quebec who had just shifted from noisy thrash to a complex prog metal that would give birth to a whole subgenre. I got the phone number for the band's manager and arranged a day for the shoot, then got on the phone with VIA Rail. (Canada's Amtrak. Keep in mind this was the pre-internet world, and my only other option would have been going to a travel agent or down to Union Station to book a ticket, which I'd have to do anyway to pay for my fare once it was reserved.) I was on an overnight train from Toronto to Montreal - over eight hours in a coach seat, but thankfully they didn't charge for baggage, and I would be bringing most of my studio with me - two cameras, light stands and the ProFoto ProAcute 6 strobe kit I'd just bought with money I'd inherited after my mother had died.

Voivod are, in my opinion, one of a half dozen really original bands that have come out of Canada. (Also on that list: Simply Saucer, NoMeansNo, Death From Above 1979.) I'd liked them since early, abrasive records like Rrröööaaarrr, and wasn't the only one intrigued by their new, prog-ier direction, as they'd caught the attention of the music critics at the Village Voice enough to warrant a feature in their end-of-year Pazz & Jop poll, for which I was providing the photos. I arrived in Montreal early on a Saturday morning to find that the city had just been blanketed by a snowstorm. I hauled all my camera gear upstairs from the Gare Centrale to the dining room of the Queen Elizabeth hotel for breakfast, to wait for Voivod's manager. He showed up just as I was finishing, and helped me carry my gear to his car, and we set out for the band's rehearsal space in a big complex out in a Montreal industrial suburb. Everyone seemed baffled but flattered that a New York magazine would send a photographer all the way from Toronto for a photo shoot, but I scoped out the room - your standard stark cube in an old warehouse building, with windows high on one wall and egg cartons covering the other walls to provide cheap acoustic insulation.

I worked hard to deliver a lot of options from my photo shoot with Voivod in their Montreal rehearsal space. Thankfully I had the luxury of time and subject who were, most of the time, engaged with the task at hand. I also lit the hell out of it, using all three of the heads in my strobe kit to provide everything from flattering soft light, moody "horror movie" light from below, and hard light shooting almost directly into my Nikon F3 to make the lens flare. I had the band pose in the usual, full-length band shots, looming above me as I kneeled on the floor, and huddled together screaming their lungs out. But my most successful set-up was composed with my new Rolleiflex - the band lit from above against a backdrop of egg crates, looking up into the light as if they're about to be raptured, or abducted by friendly aliens. That was the one I was certain that Edna at the Village Voice would like the most, and I was right. (I'd prove it to you if I could find the tearsheets which, I fear, may be long lost.) I definitely lost money on the gig after paying for cabs to and from the train station, my ticket, and breakfast at the Queen Elizabeth. But I seemed to pass the test and continued to get work from Edna for several years, first at the Voice and then at the New York Times when she moved there. Voivod are still together, and released Morgöth Tales, their 16th record, last year. Sadly guitarist Denis "Piggy" D'Amour died of colon cancer in 2005.

[shrimplymoray]

Hello, person whom i may or may not share a home with, it is i, simply the most guy of guys, i would like to request a simple oc (u know who) x Rook Hunt, where, possibly, Rook finds out that he has been the muse of a certain someone, if u cant or dont want to write thats ok too, drinks lots of water btw xoxo

--ur best bud ¬u¬

Ehehehe KrisRook content my beloved òwó I got u covered bro (btw sorry i wrote Kris name wrong on the other post, i forgro to change it, i'll do it after i post this teehee)

Rook Hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger - aMUSEing

Normally the Arts and Crafts club is a silent place, with only some ambient songs from the club's collab playlist as a company to the artists all in their zone. Today started no different, the club president presenting them today with a simple mindless doodle session before them getting into the more ellaborate club activities. Kris stayed very much in his zone as always, being the softspoken and shy boy he is. on his normal seat, with a sketchbook and some colored lead eraseable pencils, he doodled. Except everyone around noticed how he would sigh and stare at his doodles. The truth is, for a while Hartdagger had been in love. He just never opened up with anyone but his bestfriend Moira about it. "Ah~Monsieur Spotted, I see you're on art duties. Beuté!" "AHHH!" Kris was close to throwing the sketchbook up in the air in fear from the oh so common voice he grew to love. Rook Hunt seemed to be observind the club... again. "ROOK! GO AWAY! SHOO SHOO!" The club leader tried shooing the man away, but to no avail. he made his seat next to Kris, looking politely at the club president. "Ah, monsieur artiste, I can guarantee I will behave according club rules during my stay, you have not to worry!" "I-I... Sir, I can keep an eye on him... I-if you want it, that is,, i'm not forcing it in aniway i'm sorry if i seem like-" "Keep him from touching anything and it's all good Kris, if he gives you trouble i'll just call the headmage." "Right. Okay. sorry..." during the small conversation, Kris failed to observe Rook's head getting closer and closer to his space, until he could quite literally feel the brim of his hat touch his forehead. "My, my... I knew you liked to draw people, Monsieur Spotted, but never thought i would be a form of inspiration for you. Such magnificence, so much attention to the details." "Eep! You were... you... were staring at my doodles?!" Kris hugged the book to his chest "don't mind it! really!" "Why, it is a beautiful! If you ever are in need of a muse, I will be happy to provide! La chasseur d'amour will always provide the inspirations to seek the beauty in all!" While others only groaned, Kriss mumbled something under his breath. It seemed almost unaudible, but to a pair of trained hunter's ears, it was as clear as day: "you already are my muse" Rook kept his composure, but of course, the hunter had the affirmation of the prey, and now he is ready to get it for himself. "Perhaps you would enjoy a posing session later on Pomefiore?" Kris stared at Rook, face already flushes since the moment Rook invaded the boy's personal space, but he didn't have in him to deny, so he slowly nodded. Rook was going to say something, when he heard the common call of Vil for his Vice Housewarden's aid. Rook smiled sweetly before stooding up "It seems Roi du Poison is in need of my hunting skills, but fret not, for I'll come back at when the meeting ends! Trés Bien!" As soon as Rook left, and everyoned seemed more at ease, the president went to Kris "Hey... Thanks for the help but..." "Yes, sir?" "Do you know how does he know when the meetings end when we have it end in different times each day?" Rook Hunt things, were all everyone could assume.

Hope u like it! I never wrote Rook and I saw almost nothing of him yet so I'm getting used to him still!

[queenofthemasquerade]

Voivod - Voivod

[metalsongoftheday]

Monday, August 5: Voivod, "Psychic Vacuum"

R.I.P. Denis "Piggy" D'Amour (1959-2005)

Although Dimension Hatröss found Voivod leveling up in almost every respect, the level of discipline they showed on their fourth record also felt like a bit of a retreat from the craziness of their earlier material.  For that matter, “Psychic Vacuum” actually bordered on rock and roll, particularly in Away’s more straightforward drumming and Blacky’s less cantankerous blower bass, while Snake’s sneering was mostly decipherable.  It was mostly Piggy’s proggy thrash riffing that connected the track to Voivod’s origins, ensuring that even if the collective was playing a bit slower and with more structure, there was still something completely distinct going on that prevented anyone from mistaking this for something conventional.  And indeed, slowing down a touch actually accentuated the traits that made the band awesome, showing that these guys knew how to apply different textures to their sound and approach while sounding like nobody else.

[grusik]

ENCS SAINT-DENIS - mars 2024 by Brin d'Amour

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Voivod "Angel Rat"

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2024 – Liste Culturelle

JANVIER

LIVRES

L'art et la psychanalyse de Freud à Lacan par Anita Izcovich

Rêves de paysage par Claudine Bertrand

Flipette & Vénère de Lucrèce Andreae

Lettres à une jeune Poétesse. Correspondance avec Anita Forrer (1920 – 1926) de Rainer Maria Rilke

Le joueur d'échecs de Stefan Zweig

Lettres à un jeune poète de Rainer Maria Rilke

Aurore, Ulysse … Les Centaures N°1 La porte du néant par Seron

FILMS

Diane Wellington d'Arnaud des Pallières

Rythmasspoetry de Jeremy Deller et Cecilia Bengolea

Les Yeux carrés de Louison Assié et Laure Massiet du Biest

What happened, Miss Simone ? de Liz Garbus

Patinoire de Gilles Carle

10 minutes de vie d'Herz Frank

Le Seigneur des anneaux : La Communauté de l'Anneau de Peter Jackson

Bedtime Stories : Trains de Harun Farocki

Bedtime Stories : Bateaux de Harun Farocki

What Men Want d'Adam Shankman

Bedtime Stories : Ponts de Harun Farocki

Le Passage du col de Marie Bottois

Ballerina de Lee Chung-hyeon

I Don't Feel at Home Anywhere Anymore de Viv Li

Mon beau-père et moi de Jay Roach

They Do Not Exist de Mustafa Abu Ali

FEVRIER

LIVRES

La Magie de la Nature. Se relier au pouvoir des éléments, de la Lune et des plantes par Lindsay Squire

Éditeurs de notre temps. Entretiens réalisés par Nicolas Querci

Mafalda 1 de Quino

Je suis un poltron de Johann Guyot

Mama Elefante es genial de Gabriela Keselman et illustré par Claudia Bielinsky

FILMS

Angle mort de Lotfi Achour

All Inclusive de Corina Schwingruber Ilic

Somme des choses de Mohammadreza Farzad

Indes Galantes de Philippe Béziat

Retour à Séoul de Davy Chou

Afrique 50 de René Vautier

Love, Dad de Diana Cam Van Nguyen

Sans toit ni loi d'Agnès Varda

La Vie sexuelle de mamie de Urska Djukic et Émilie Pigeard

Et les chiens se taisaient de Sarah Maldoror

O saisons, ô châteaux d'Agnès Varda

Plaisir d'amour en Iran d'Agnès Varda

Du côté de la côte d'Agnès Varda

Réponse de femmes d'Agnès Varda

Boy de Yalda Alsah et Ginan Seidl

MARS

LIVRES

Le style dans le cinéma documentaire entretiens recueillis par l'association ADDOC

Réensauvagez-vous ! D'Andreas Weber et Hildegard Kurt

De la tyrannie du cartel de Philippe Comar

FILMS

Un espagnol à Paris, Paco Ibañez de Bernard Bouthier

Hercules de Ron Clements et John Musker

The Silence of The Banana Trees d'Eneos Carka

In Flow of Words d'Eliane Esther Bots

I Don't Feel at Home Anywhere Anymore de Viv Li

Behemoth : or the name of God de Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese

L'indomptable feu du printemps de Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese

Mon beau-père et nous de Paul Weitz

Mobiliser de Caroline Monnet

Cinzas e nuvens de Margaux Dauby

REW-FFWD de Denis Villeneuve

Vampire humaniste cherche suicidaire consentant d'Ariane Louis-Seize

Nos plus belles années de Sydney Pollack

Immaculée de Michael Mohan

AVRIL

LIVRES

Azimut T.1 Les aventuriers du temps perdu par Wilfrid Lupano et Jean-Baptiste Andreae

Azimut T.2 Que la belle meure par Wilfrid Lupano et Jean-Baptiste Andreae

Azimut T.3 Les anthropotames du Nihil par Wilfrid Lupano et Jean-Baptiste Andreae

Sous les Arbres. L'automne de Monsieur Grumpf de Dav

Jade sauve la forêt fabuleuse d'Alexandre Jardin, Fred Multier et Stéphanie Ronzon

Azimut T.4 Nuées noires, voile blanc par Wilfrid Lupano et Jean-Baptiste Andreae

Azimut T.5 Derniers frimas de l'hiver par Wilfrid Lupano et Jean-Baptiste Andreae

Le Dialogue de Simon Johannin

Hallow T.1 La dernière nuit d'Halloween de Cazenove et Ood Serrière

500 affiches de Mai 68 par Vasco Gasquet

Ce monde-là. Voyage aux frontières du photojournalisme des éditions Loco / Emi

Mélusine T.1 Sortilèges de Clarke et Gilson

Intranqu'îllités N°5 Eros par auteurs multiples (magazine)

FILMS

Malcolm X de Spike Lee

Nosferatu, fantôme de la nuit de Werner Herzog

La Demoiselle et le Dragon de Juan Carlos Fresnadillo

Un taxi pour Reykjavik de Damien Peyret

La BM du Seigneur de Jean-Charles Hue

Dune de Denis Villeneuve

Fabbricante di lacrime d'Alessandro Genovesi

8 Mile de Curtis Hanson

Lil' Buck Real Swan de Louis Wallecan

LOL (Laughing Out Loud) de Lisa Azuelos

Pretty Woman de Garry Marshall

L'arrestation de C. d'Arthur Jaquier

Mon voisin Abdi de Douwe Djikstra

Five d'Igor Gotesman

Her Job de Nikos Labôt

Le Barrage d'Ali Cherri

La Grande Vadrouille de Gérard Oury

PODCAST

Dingue. Dépendance affective : attachement et réciprocité du journaliste Adrien Zerbini

MAI

LIVRES

Verdad de Lorena Canottiere

Une vie de Simone Veil

La légende de Saigyô traduit du japonais et présenté par René Sieffert

FILMS

Disneyland, mon vieux pays natal d'Arnaud des Pallières

Sound of metal de Darius Marder

Godzilla d'Ishiro Honda

Brisby et le secret de NIMH de Don Bluth

Madame Lulu de Morgane Lincy-Fercot

JUIN

LIVRES

Laura, Lizzie & les Hommes-Gobelins de Christina Rosseti, Clémentine Beauvais et Digiee

Mes merveilles d'Else Lasker-Schüler traduit par Guillaume Deswarte

C'est comme ça qu'on fait un film de Tim Grierson

La conjecture de Karinthy de Michel Viegnes

FILMS

Grâce à Dieu de François Ozon

Average Happiness de Maja Gehrig

Claire, faire corps d'Arnaud Le Hesran

Mars Express de Jérémie Périn

Nathan, juste là d'Elya Serres

Supervision de Primitivi

JUILLET

LIVRES

Auguste Rodin de Rainer Maria Rilke

Un drôle de truc pas drôle de Giula Sagramola

Une certaine tendance du cinéma documentaire par Jean-Louis Comolli

La Mélodie de l'amour et de la mort du cornette Christoph Rilke par Rainer Maria Rilke

FILMS

Sainte Marie du Mont : kilomètre zéro zéro par Claude Goretta et Gilles Perrault

Non de Didier Nion

Backflip de Nikita Diakur

Letter to a pig de Tal Kantor

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes de Wes Ball

Dune. Part Two de Denis Villeneuve

Pirates des Caraïbes : la légende du Black Pearl par Gore Verbinski

AOUT

LIVRES

160000 enfants. Violences sexuelles et déni social d’Édouard Durand

« On ne peut pas accueillir toute la misère du monde » En finir avec une sentence de mort de Pierre Tevanian et Jean-Charles Stevens

Désobéissance climatique de Sandra Laugier et Albert Ogien

Les écoféminismes d’Élise Thiébaut

FILMS

Pirates des Caraïbes : Le Secret du coffre maudit par Gore Verbinski

Pirates des Caraïbes : Jusqu'au bout du monde par Gore Verbinski

Pirates des Caraïbes : La Fontaine de Jouvence par Rob Marshall

Pirates des Caraïbes : La Vengeance de Salazar par Jooachim Ronning et Espen Sandberg

Super par James Gunn

Furiosa : A Mad Max Saga par George Miller

Doomsday de Neil Marshall

Shrek par Andrew Adamson et Vicky Jenson

Shrek 2 par Andrew Adamson, Kelly Asbury et Conrad Vernon

Pauvres Créatures de Yorgos Lanthimos

Élémentaire de Peter Sohn

Cowboy Bebop : Knockin' on Heaven's Door de Shin'ichiro Watanabe

Discours de bienvenue de Norman McLaren par Norman McLaren

Promising Young Woman par Emerald Fennell

Saltburn par Emerald Fennell

Zoom cosmique d'Eva Szasz

Memories of Murder par Bong Joon-ho

Venom : Let There Be Carnage par Andy Serkis

NDDJ (Notre-Dame-du-Jambon) par Grace D. Singh et Sita Singh

Aquaman et le Royaume perdu par James Wan

Vice-Versa 2 par Kelsey Mann

X par Ti West

MaXXXine par Ti West

Erin Brockovich, seule contre tous par Steven Soderbergh

SEPTEMBRE

LIVRES

L'âge d'or Volume 1 de Curil Pedrosa et Roxanne Moreil

Le féminisme ou la mort de Françoise d'Eaubonne

FILMS

Deadpool et Wolverine par Shawn Levy

Pearl par Ti West

The Witch par Robert Eggers

The Northman par Robert Eggers

Star Wars, épisode V : L'Empire contre-attaque par Irvin Kershner

Sortir de l'amour romantique comme seul modèle de société par la journaliste Salomé Saqué

Star Wars, épisode III : La Revanche des Sith de George Lucas

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone par Chris Colombus

Una volta ancora par Giulia Di Maggio

White power, au cœur de l’extrême droite européenne par Christophe Cotteret

Barbare par Zach Cregger

Jeanne du Barry par Maïwenn

La Terre est habitée !, par Kaj Pindal et Les Drew

The Game par David Fincher

The Crow par Rupert Sanders

Petite Leçon de cinéma : le documentaire par Jean-Stéphane Bron

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night par Ana Lily Amirpour

Under the Silver Lake par David Robert Mitchell

Strangers par Tony Dean Smith

Blink Twice par Zoë Kravitz

Histoire de mon pays d'enfance par Marine Mabila

L’illusionniste par Alain Cavalier

Outlaw King : Le roi hors-la-loi par David Mackenzie

Under The Lake par Thanasis Trouboukis

God Bless America par Bobcat Goldthwait

King of Thieves par James Marsh

Beetlejuice par Tim Burton

Astartes par Syama Pederson

Lady Bird par Greta Gerwig

The Killer par David Fincher

Finestkind par Brian Helgeland

Wolfs par Jon Watts

Trap par Night Shyamalan

Apartment 7A par Natalie Erika James

SERIE

Godless par Scott Franck

OCTOBRE

LIVRES

Lettres autour d'un jardin par Rainer Maria Rilke

Pour le droit de vote dès la naissance de Clémentine Beauvais

FILMS

Depuis, je vole par Aylin Gökmen

Speak No Evil par Christian Tafdrup

The Wasp par Guillem de Morales d'après une pièce de Morgan Lloyd Malcolm

The Green Knight par David Lowery

Reptile par Grant Singer

Just Mercy par Destin Daniel Cretton

Le Collectionneur par Gary Fleder

Essai de reconstitution des 46 jours qui précédèrent la mort de Françoise Guiniou par Christian Boltanski

Julie and Julia par Nora Ephron

Mindscape par Jorge Dorado

Bloodshot par Dave Wilson

Hellboy : The Crooked Man par Brian Taylor

Fair Play par Chloe Domont

The Highwayman par John Lee Hancock

The Final Girls par Todd Strauss-Schulson

Come to Daddy par Ant Timpson

Spree par Eugene Kotlyarenko

Car Wash de Laïs Decaster

Beetlejuice Beetejuice par Tim Burton

Alien : Romulus par Fede Alvarez

Bad Genius par J.C. Lee

La Famille Addams par Barry Sonnenfeld

Carrie au bal du diable par Brian de Palma

Jennifer's body par Karyn Kusama

I Came By parBabak Anvari

Le Mangeur d'âmes par Alexandre Bustillo et Julien Maury

Addams Family Values par Barry Sonnenfeld

Une affaire de détails par John Lee Hancock

Scream par Wes Craven

Scream 2 par Wes Craven

Halloween : La Nuit des masques par John Carpenter

Massacre à la tronçonneuse par Tobe Hooper

A Nightmare on Elm Street par Wes Craven

La colline a des yeux par Wes Craven

Evil Dead par Sam Raimi

SERIE

Mercredi par Tim Burton, James Marshall et Gandja Monteiro

NOVEMBRE

LIVRES

Les idendités meurtrières d'Amin Maalouf

La haine du poil par Juliette Mancini, Sara Piazza et Alexia handon-Piazza

In Humus par Lina Sterte

Errance par Raymond Depardon

FILMS

The Irishman par Martin Scorsese

Don't Move par Adam Schinfler et Brian Netto

Vole, vole tristesse par Miryam Charles

I Care a Lot par J Blakeson

Halloween par David Gordon Green

Nocturnal Animals par Tom Ford

The Pale Blue Eyes par Scott Cooper

Zombie de George Andrew Romero

Le Comte de Monte-Cristo par Alexandre de La Patellière et Matthieu Delaporte

Vendredi 13 par Sean S.Cunningham

La colline a des yeux par Alexandre Aja

La Mécanique de l'ombre par Thomas Kruithof

Ephémères par Yuki Kawamura

In the Shadow of the Moon par Jim Mickle

Assassination Nation par Sam Levinson

The Substance par Coralie Fargeat

Harry Potter et la Chambre des secrets par Chris Colombus

Harry Potter et le Prisonnier d'Azkaban par Alfonso Cuaron

Harry Potter et la Coupe de feu par Mike Newell

Harry Potter et l'Ordre du Phénix par David Yates

Project X par Laura Poitras et Henri Moltke

Harry Potter et le Prince de sang-mêlé par David Yates

Harry Potter et les Reliques de la Mort, partie 1 par David Yates

Les cow-boys sont noirs de Serge Moati

Harry Potter et les Reliques de la Mort, partie 2 par David Yates

The Lord of the Rings : The Fellowship of the Ring par Peter Jackson

The Lord of the Rings : The Two Towers par Peter Jackson

The Lord of the Rings : The Return of the King par Peter Jackson

La Chapelle du Diable par Evan Spiliotopoulos

The Wonder par Sebastian Lelio

Le Roi Arthur : La légende d'Excalibur par Guy Ritchie

Le Dernier Voyage du Demeter par André Ovredal

Yannick par Quentin Dupieux

The Hunt par Craig Zobel

Elizabeth : L'Âge d'or par Shekhar Kapur

Glass Onion : Une histoire à couteaux tirés par Rian Johnson

Largo Winch : Le Prix de l'argent par Olivier Masset-Depasse

The Gray Man par Anthony et Joe Russo

DECEMBRE

LIVRES

Werner Bischof par Claude Roy

Elégie de Marienbad par Goethe

Le Doudou méchant par Claude Ponti

Histoires pragoises par Rainer Maria Rilke

FILMS

Le dernier des Mohicans par Michael Mann

Time Cut par Hannah Macpherson

SOS Fantômes : La Menace de Glace par Gil Kenan

Venom : The Last Dance par Kelly Marcel

Marie par D. J. Caruso

Sans identité par Jaume Collet-Serra

Heretic par Scott Beck et Bryan Woods

Reminiscence par Lisa Joy

An American Pickle par Brandon Trost

Renfield par Chris McKay

Carry-On par Jaume Collet-Serra

Céline (En français dans le texte) par Louis Pauwels et Yann Jouannet

Cold Blood Legacy : La Mémoire du sang par Frédéric Petitjean

Loups-garous par François Uzan

Le Seigneur des Anneaux : La Guerre des Rohirrim par Kenji Kamiyama

Oppenheimer par Christopher Nolan

SERIE

Stranger Things par Matt et Ross Duffer