day 121

back in paris, waiting at gare de l'est...

day 52

walking through chatelet metro after seeing a sasha waltz work at theatre de la ville.

we saw the 1993 work travelogue 1, and although it's an old work, I thought it would be amazing: like watching an early pina bausch or DV8 work - they can still shatter you. but this didn't.
none of us ever think our works will date, but the impact of fashion is insidious. so it was interesting to see a well known company with a work that, although obviously amazing at the time, was clearly of its time, which was now, just a bit ordinary.

one of the characters in american beauty says that there is nothing worse than being ordinary. but dance is hard - we expect it to be of the moment, but also want it to be timeless: yet another dance dichotomy...

day 48

I went to the suburbs to see dance, got lost, got caught in a thunderstorm and then came home defeated. but on endless public transport I had time to ponder the dance I've seen and wondered if we dance-artists are sometimes a danger to ourselves...

day 41

on the way to chinatown today I sat near this gorgeous girl Oumaima and her beautiful mother Saumia.



they are from algeria and have been here for three years. they love paris, but miss home...
arriving in china town I was suddenly home: the noise, the chaos, the smells - it was so familiar.
I love paris, but when you travel there are always some things you miss: when I'm here, it's asian food...

being here has brought back to my consciousness ideas of colonisation: whether by force or by food?

day 32

today was too cold and wet to be believed. so we went on a tour of the art in the metros. we went to the metro bibliothèque françois mitterrand. the guidebook said it was like a cathedral of glass and steel - except that no one noticed as they were running through the station like their life depended on it...


the train pulling out at arts et métiers...

day 18

le métro renne, direction montparnasse...