#a l'aventure

[rose-jam]

more films

33) love story- 9/10

34) le rayon vert- 5/10

35) l'événement- 7/10

36) malena- 6/10

37) a l’aventure- 5/10

38) la notte- 3/10

39) ja, olga hepnarova- 4/10

40) autumn sonata- 7.5/10

41) inglourious basterds- 6.5/10 (and it's just for the christoph waltz)

[canmom]

naoko yamada getting her first and second standing ovations of the day (and patting her camerawoman on the head lol)

[vincekris]

à l'aventure de Jean Claude Brisseau - 2009

[tintinology]

He's so baby <3

[picturessnatcher]

À l'aventure (Jean-Claude Brisseau, 2008)

[fire-lord-katara]

The thing about watching a show with banger (or just catchy) opening song is that it never leaves your brain, I for example have the wakfu op playing in my head 24/7 for months

[fangirlsovertoomanythings]

Il n’y a qu’une chose que je n’ai comprends pas assez bien dans ma lecture de L’Arrestation d’Arsène Lupin : est-ce qu’il a prévu que M. Roziane aurait été lá ? Il voulait sa propre arrestation au fin de la traversée, je le savais déjà, mais c’est très rigolo s’il n’avait pas prévu qu'il y aurait quelqu’un d’autre qui correspondait si bien à sa description mdr 😭 dévorer les riches : cette fois par accident

[reno-matagot]

Very interesting! Happy to discover things about Umbanda, Candomblé, Quimbanda!

[atouchofsass]

remember when they asked norman groulx and bruno pelletier abt being in starmania and norman groulx was like playing johnny rockfort destroyed me. I had never done a drug before I became him. and bruno pelletier was like it was fun :) acting is make believe :)

[marjoange34]

Alice Retour au Pays de la Folie L'aventure Continue 2ème partie

[canmom]

Annecy photodump 4 - assorted

This one is just straight up posting my holiday photos. But there's a few little anecdotes along the way.

On Saturday, I unexpectedly ran into a protest passing along the road between Bonlieu and Pathé (the two most important places in Annecy). I'm not entirely sure what it was they were protesting, but it was interesting hearing the familiar rhythms of protest chants with French words.

It was funny seeing Liberty Leading the People printed on a protest sign after watching a film about the context behind its painting earlier in the week.

French coppers wear these little sailor hats, upholding the tradition of police everywhere to wear dorky headwear...

I was standing by the lake trying to take a selfie with my DSLR when this guy in an Unreal Engine t-shirt sitting nearby offered to photograph me. I tried to say 'yeah so it's in aperture priority mode' to which he replied 'don't worry, I'm not a noob', switched it to manual and rapidly adjusted the aperture and exposure, and proceded to take some insanely nice photos of me.

By contrast in my own attempts, the sky is way overexposed...

So thanks, that guy! I am entirely shown up with my own camera, but one day I'll learn x3

BD Fugue is the big BD (comics) shop in Bonlieu. It's a wonderful place to just go in and look at all the enormous glossy books. For example, historical comics...

or go over to the fantasy section for some 30-odd volumes of Elfes...

There were a whole lot of similar comics to this series called stuff like 'Orcs' and 'Wizards'. (I don't remember the exact titles.) Must be quite popular!

As well as comics, it stocks books on animation and animation history. Conveniently, a lot of these are in English. I held off on buying comics in French (mostly...) but I got a very technical book on animation timing and a history of European animation, both of which I'm sure I'll be turning to a lot in the next year.

The VR room has a lot of bright coloured floors which provide some very nice examples of indirect diffuse-diffuse lighting, which is very expensive to render in games.

There's something inherently funny about seeing people immersed in VR like this.

Annecy has an abundance of old churches and cathedrals. Here's a few, inside and out...

I think these are mostly Catholic, though I don't really know enough about church architecture to say. I was a little disappointed to find out that you can't go up to that little glass dome on the roof of the cathedral, but on the other hand, it is a very pretty dome.

On another note - I've been in a number of cities over the past couple months - London, Glasgow, Belgrade, Geneva, Annecy - and in every single one I've seen graffiti and stickers saying 'free gaza'. (Though I also saw a weird little Zionist street stand with a bunch of leaflets and shit in Geneva.) Here's some graffiti in Annecy and a BDS sticker from Zagreb. I don't want to draw too many conclusions from this - the governments of most of these countries are still doggedly backing the genocide - but it does feel striking to see support for Gaza expressed at least in the graffiti culture of so many places.

One of the coolest things about Annecy is that the Alps are always kind of like... just hanging out in the background. They're so enormous it's hard to photograph them really! But here's a few shots with Alps chilling behind.

And to wrap things up, one last DSLR selfie.

À la prochaine, Annecy!

[aigle-suisse]

[atlxolotl]

L'Aventure atomique (2019)

dir. Loïc Barché

[blainvillemitsubishi]

[mellosdrawings]

When you need to declare your love to your wife but it is so strong you can't help but revert back to french.

You know the perk of being french ? I can write Rook rambling haha !

(Though I am incapable of writing poetry, so here is the poem I used and its approximate translation:

Je respire où tu palpites,

Tu sais ; à quoi bon, hélas !

Rester là si tu me quittes,

Et vivre si tu t'en vas ?

(I breathe where you throb, you know ;

What for, alas! stay here if you leave me, and live if you go away?)

A quoi bon vivre, étant l'ombre

De cet ange qui s'enfuit ?

A quoi bon, sous le ciel sombre,

N'être plus que de la nuit ?

(What good is living, being the shadow of this fleeing angel?

What for, under the dark sky, being from the night only?)

Je suis la fleur des murailles

Dont avril est le seul bien.

Il suffit que tu t'en ailles

Pour qu'il ne reste plus rien.

(I am the flower of your walls for which April is the only good.

You only need to leave for me to be left with nothing.)

Tu m'entoures d'Auréoles;

Te voir est mon seul souci.

Il suffit que tu t'envoles

Pour que je m'envole aussi.

(You surround me with Halos;

I care only about seeing you.

You need only to take flight for me to fly too.)

Si tu pars, mon front se penche ;

Mon âme au ciel, son berceau,

Fuira, dans ta main blanche

Tu tiens ce sauvage oiseau.

(Should you leave, my front/forehead shall lean ;

My soul in the sky, its cradle, will flee,

In your white hand you hold this wild bird.)

Que veux-tu que je devienne

Si je n'entends plus ton pas ?

Est-ce ta vie ou la mienne

Qui s'en va ? Je ne sais pas.

(What would I become, should I not hear your steps anymore?

Is it your life or mine that is fleeing ?

I cannot tell?)

Quand mon orage succombe,

J'en reprends dans ton coeur pur ;

Je suis comme la colombe

Qui vient boire au lac d'azur.

(When my thunder dies down, I take some from your pure heart ;

I am like the dove that just drank in the azur lake.)

L'amour fait comprendre à l'âme

L'univers, salubre et béni ;

Et cette petite flamme

Seule éclaire l'infini

(Love makes the soul understand the universe, healthful and blessed ;

And this lonely little flame shines upon the endless)

Sans toi, toute la nature

N'est plus qu'un cachot fermé,

Où je vais à l'aventure,

Pâle et n'étant plus aimé.

(Without you, all of nature is only a closed cell where I go on an adventure,

Pale and no longer beloved.)

Sans toi, tout s'effeuille et tombe ;

L'ombre emplit mon noir sourcil ;

Une fête est une tombe,

La patrie est un exil.

(Without you, everything falls apart ;

Shadows fill my dark eyebrow ;

A feast/party is a tomb,

The homeland is an exile.)

Je t'implore et réclame ;

Ne fuis pas loin de mes maux,

O fauvette de mon âme

Qui chantes dans mes rameaux !

(I beg and demand ;

Do not flee any longer from my pain,

O warbler of my soul who sings in my twigs!)

De quoi puis-je avoir envie,

De quoi puis-je avoir effroi,

Que ferai-je de la vie

Si tu n'es plus près de moi ?

(What could I want?

What could I be afraid of?

What would I do of life without you by my side?)

Tu portes dans la lumière,

Tu portes dans les buissons,

Sur une aile ma prière,

Et sur l'autre mes chansons.

(You carry in the light,

You carry in the bushes,

On a wing my prayers,

On the other my songs.)

Que dirai-je aux champs que voile

L'inconsolable douleur ?

Que ferai-je de l'étoile ?

Que ferai-je de la fleur ?

(What will I tell to the fields that hide my inconsolable pain?

What would I do of the star?

What would I do of the flower?)

Que dirai-je au bois morose

Qu'illuminait ta douceur ?

Que répondrai-je à la rose

Disant : " Où donc est ma soeur ?"

(What will I tell to the morose forest that illuminated your softness?

What will I answer at the rose asking "Where is my sister?")

J'en mourrai ; fuis, si tu l'oses.

A quoi bon, jours révolus !

Regarder toutes ces choses

Qu'elle ne regarde plus ?

(I would die ;

Flee if you dare.

What is the point, days gone! of looking at all those she no longer looks at?)

Que ferai-je de la lyre,

De la vertu, du destin ?

Hélas ! et, sans ton sourire,

Que ferai-je du matin ?

(What would I do of the lyre, of virtue, of destiny?

Alas! And, without your smile,

What would I do of the morning?)

Que ferai-je, seul, farouche,

Sans toi, du jour et des cieux,

De mes baisers sans ta bouche,

Et de mes pleurs sans tes yeux !

(What would I do, alone, wild, without you, of days and heavens,

Of my kisses without your lips,

And of my tears without your eyes!)

Il suffit que tu t'envoles pour que je m'envoles aussi - Victor Hugo

(You need only take flight for me to fly too))

[unhistorepourtoujours]

Jour Un: destination London.

Preface: To make it clear; my intentions on traveling were not to seek out romantic involvement with anyone. I wasn’t there to make friends. I just wanted to take the history and culture in. Life always catches me off guard.

London, England. Monday, June 5, 2017.

Arriving was a sea of chaos. 2 hours in line at immigration checkpoint. We were only going to stay there for the night, heading straight to Paris with the group in the morning. Jet lagged, hungry, and confused. I paid 100 pounds for a taxi cab to take us straight to the hostel. I guess I didn’t count on how far exactly our stay would be from Heathrow, but after all, it was still the closest airport. The beauty of not taking a tube at the time, was the fact that our trip to the hostel hit a lot of popular tourist landmarks. What a sight to see. Completely new and different for me, and yet, historical and old as far as humanity knows. We could’ve grabbed a bus or maybe even a double decker if I had done my homework. I was already a disappointment to Caroline. 

Alas, we make it to our hostel. I pay the rest of the deposit I had booked online. I am practically left with nothing, as I had arrived with at least 300 pounds. This would become the first warning sign towards my money troubles. We are beat, so we decide to take a nap. It is daytime in London, but our clocks are still running in central time, US. We wake up an hour later and decide to grab dinner nearby. We stop at a small little pub that sells burgers. Grab a beer and played Scrabble. We made our way back to the hostels’ underground where they have a bar and a hang out space for those staying there. We grab another drink and to my surprise, they were playing a lot of reggaetón, and there were a couple of other Latinx around, so it was nice to be able to still feel at home in that small little crawl space of a bar. We also met some Australian guy, one of many to meet as I then learned how much they love to travel. We played Heads Up! on my phone with him, and this other Puerto Rican girl we met at the sofas. 

The night ends with us trying to get some sleep, to no avail because our carnal human body clocks are all alarms. I wish they had alarmed me of the bed bugs in our bunk beds. I wasn’t expecting what would happen next...