Blow-Up Cannes #2 gilles-favier et que l’on est étrangement

et que l’on est étrangement passé du témoignage (j’y étais) à la reconnaissance (j’y suis)

a city fantasized by all photography enthusiasts

she likes to confront them to divert them into a new story

in Helsinki

les colons ont fait place aux touristes et on ne trouve plus de diamant

Blow-Up Cannes #2 gilles-favier et que l’on est étrangementIt evokes Monsieur Hulot's Holiday by Jacques Tati. We think of Antonioni's Blow Up. But there is no murder, nor, for that matter, any topless girls to be discovered in the enlargements of the postcards found at flea markets. We realize, however, that in these universal clichs, there are individuals, you or me perhaps, who are simply playing in the sand, or walking near the beach, and that we have strangely moved from testimony (I was there) to