Archive for September, 2011

September 30, 2011

#41

Le Quai – 4:20PM
i went to all second hand shops and i got all speakers they had. i installed them all and plugged each to a radio, different tunes, some french radio channels, some other channels and some on kkkkkkhhhhhhhhhh noise and i turned them all on. then i stood in front of them and did like it. i like it!
That was a big lie, do not you think so?
Av. Walwein – 3:15PM
Don’t take my picture!
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September 29, 2011

#40

Avenue Besnardiere – 7:30PM
Taking the train, 3 heavy luggages, taking the tram, arriving in a friend’s flat, a cat welcomes you and you like it!
Parc Jean Moulin – 3:30PM
“I waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were gathering in my eyebrows. It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother’s funeral, and I had the same disagreeable sensations—especially in my forehead, where all the veins seemed to be bursting through the skin. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and took another step forward. I knew it was a fool thing to do; I wouldn’t get out of the sun by moving on a yard or so. But I took that step, just one step, forward. And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight… ”
Stranger / Albert Camus
September 28, 2011

#39

Bonne Nouvelle – 6:00PM
Skin in Black !
Place de la Mairie de Montreuil – 4:45PM
Hot busy day for ice cream sellers!
September 27, 2011

#38

Les Halles – 7:00PM
Hung without flesh!
Avenue Pasteur – 2:25PM
“…night shudders beyond this window
and the earth winds to a halt
beyond this window
something unknown is watching you and me.”
Forough Farrokhzad
September 26, 2011

#37

113 alley, fazlabad, Shiraz – 2:00PM
Last day in Shiraz. They came to say goodbye. 4 dear friends at my parent’s house. I was full of stress, as you are before leaving! What am I forgetting to take with me?!
Monoprix supermarket – 3:25PM
Womens’ secret
September 25, 2011

#36

Zand street – 12:30PM
An abandoned creature in the most busy and crowded street
Avenue Pasteur – 4:50PM
Sunny Sunday afternoon, in front of my house
September 24, 2011

#35

Dovoon – 7:00PM
Mountains
Narrow roads
Different colors
Dryness
Diagonals!
Change to low gear in 150 meters.
Avenue Pasteur – 7:55PM
Newspaper seller, his wife and his daughter
September 23, 2011

#34

Hafiz tomb – 7:30PM
If the world turns to your favor some days,
Take it easy; it won’t do so always.
Rue du Faubourg Saint Denis – 3:45PM
Sit on the balcony and contemplate the flow of life!
September 22, 2011

#33

My parents roof – 5:30PM
Broken heart, Abssal 4500!
Home – 4:00PM
The steamy leek soup of the last day of summer
September 21, 2011

#32

Afif abad street, Shiraz – 9:20PM
Why he cut her head off? Just when they were dressed up to go to the party!
Université Paris 8 – 3:35PM
The stone painter!! – I was doing my paperworks at university crossing the yard, going and coming with stress and watching him still painting his stone, at the end of the day he was no more there and the stone was entirely painted in dark gray.
September 20, 2011

#31

Mirdamad Avenue – 5:00PM
Scratches on the city!
Rue de Rosny – 2:45PM
Metropolis, the architecture of alienation!
September 19, 2011

#30

Azadi street – 1:00PM
My playground and the toys!
Rue 18 Août– 4:10PM
Stone, Cement, Metal, Wood, Plastic, Materialistic coexistence!
September 18, 2011

#29

Navvab Highway – 10:30AM
Apples !
Home – 8:45PM
Ill, in bed for several days, watching movies, smoking cigarette after cigarette. And now it has left no more movies, no more cigarettes…
September 17, 2011

#28

Hafez Bridge, Tehran – 2:30PM
Going out of the box!
Home – 9:00PM
Lady in striped shirt preparing Celery stew (Khoresh Karafs) for dinner. Lucky whoever eats it!
September 16, 2011

#27

Frdowsi square – 2:15PM
Weekend!
Mairie de Montreuil – 2:15PM
Corn seller
September 15, 2011

#26

Konj cafe, Tehran – 3:30PM
Indoor: I kill my time, having a glass of non alcoholic beer
Outdoor: he searches, he searches
Home – 6:50PM
White box, red curtain and the dream of light!
September 14, 2011

#25

My parents house – 1:35PM
Where I was swimming in summertime
Trying to keep my head under the water as long as I can
Now it’s full of yellow leaves
I am not a kid anymore and there is no water left.
Beaubourg – 4:30PM
There are different kind of beggars in the Parisian subway and each has its own method to catch travelers’ attention, often in vain. Believe me the Parisians are the most talented folks in the play of looking without looking and you must really do an extraordinary i-don-know-what action to capture a moment of their gaze.
The reason I am talking about all this is a woman I sometimes meet on Line 9, one of the most successful subway beggars I know, able to catch both the attention and the money. Instead of giving a summary on her life and misfortunes as common, she just repeats the same sentences : “Do you want to help me? Do you want to give me some money?” and she holds out mechanically her plastic bowl in front of  each and every passenger.
First when you here her voice you think it’s a child talking so you lift your head to see where the sound comes from and then you see this middle age woman always well-dressed with one of the most high-pitched voices you have ever heard, so shrill and monotone that makes you discreetly smile and it was the case of every one around me today. The african dressed woman beside me and the guy with glasses in front of me gave her some coins. She put the money straight into her white bag and gave us each a booklet.
On the cover :  “How to be saved and know it!”, intriguing title, and inside it happened to be some words from the Bible describing how sinner we are and how horrible is the hell which awaits us. Finally at the back there was a question : “What’s your decision ?
1. I choose to put my trust in Jesus as my savior.
2. I choose to reject Jesus and continue my life without him.
Mail us your answer and let us know if after reading this booklet you chose to be saved by Jesus.”!
September 13, 2011

#24

Alam Square, Shiraz – 6:25PM
Physical therapy, Aqua therapy, Water polo, Lifesaving, Swimming, Head pool, a woman, a graffiti drawn by a friend, a man and someone beside him, a part of the taxi’s side mirror …
Bd Rouget de Lisle, Montreuil – 4:15PM
I always wondered why the shopkeeper takes all the fridges out in the morning and puts them back inside in the afternoon! It’s a kind of Sisyphean task!
September 12, 2011

#23

Cafe Faaz, Shiraz – 10:20PM
We had a coffee, with neons.
They had an eye, each one! and i had “the smile”, but hidden behind the iphone.
Châtelet – 9:15PM
cell phone addiction disorder
social networking addiction disorder
technology addiction disorder
Welcome to the 21st century!
September 11, 2011

#22

Zand Avenue- 8:00PM
Belts !
Home – 2:15PM
“Surely this will be the last opportunity for me to address you. The Air Force has bombed the antennas of Radio Portales and Radio Corporación. My words do not have bitterness but disappointment. May they be a moral punishment for those who have betrayed their oath: soldiers of Chile, titular commanders in chief, Admiral Merino, who has designated himself Commander of the Navy, and Mr. Mendoza, the despicable general who only yesterday pledged his fidelity and loyalty to the Government, and who also has appointed himself Chief of the Carabineros (paramilitary police).
Given these facts, the only thing left for me is to say to workers: I’m not going to resign! Placed in a historic transition, I will pay for the loyalty of the people with my life. And I say to them that I am certain that the seeds which we have planted in the good conscience of thousands and thousands of Chileans will not be shriveled forever.
They have force and will be able to dominate us, but social processes can be arrested by neither crime nor force. History is ours, and people make history. […]”
Salvador Allende’s last speech on radio / 11 September 1973
September 10, 2011

#21

Eram Hill – 5:45PM
I like rubbish
I like my home
I like my city

Home – 6:10PM
My neighbor the Cat, on a hot tin roof!
September 9, 2011

#20

Jahan-Nama Garden – 6:00PM
18:00
20/9/2011
Ali
Parisa
Sorour
Naghmeh
Negin
Najieh
Arènes de Lutèce, Paris – 6:45PM
The Arènes de Lutèce, constructed by Romans in the 1st century AD, is the longest amphitheater of its kind in Paris with a stage of 41 meters which allowed scenes to alternate between theatrical productions and gladiator combats. A series of nine niches aided in improving the acoustics. Five cubbyholes were situated beneath the lower bleachers, of which three appear to have been wild animal cages that opened directly into the arena. Historians believe that the bleachers, which surrounded more than half of the arena’s circumference, could accommodate as many as 17,000 spectators.
Slaves, the poor, and women were relegated to the higher tiers, while the lower seating areas were reserved for Roman male citizens.(Wiki knowledge of the place!)
September 8, 2011

#19

Moallem square, Shiraz – 3:00PM
Repeat your sentences.
Do your random actions.
Be involved in the creation of random concepts.
Remain as a mass,
and breath.

Home – 1:10PM
Godard once found the universe in a cup of coffee (“Two or three things I know about her”) So why not in a glass of Coca cola?!
September 7, 2011

#18

Hafez Av, Shiraz – 6:30PM
Blessed is Shiraz and its incomparable site,
Please god, preserve it from decline!
Cimetière parisien de Pantin – 5:10PM
I check the celebrities list of the cemetery, I find Jean-Pierre Melville, Emmanuel Levinas,… but you are not among them, so I call. “No this person is not here!”, “It’s impossible sir!”, I know you are there, I spell your name again. This time he finds it. “It’s a complicated name miss!”, “I know, it’s Iranian”.
Finally, I’m here, in the largest cemetery of Paris. 1076 KM2. At Information service, I find out that your grave is far away from the entrance gate, so I walk, I walk through the blocks and blocks of graves. Muslims, Jews, Catholics, imprisoned in their own communities, even in death.  I cross the alleys surrounded by trees, huge trees well-fed by your bodies.
Silence, wind and crows. No one is here but me, the livings have abandoned their deaths, the 200000 deaths, to their fate. Suddenly I’m filled with such a strange fear that I start laughing out loud.
I’m here at your division in Black Maples street, then line N and now I count 1, 2, 3, 4,…, 10. Here you are. No name, no tombstone, no nothing, you who were so obsessed with the memory, so anxious to leave a trace. You are between René Langlois and Andre Pidance. Who they are? I ignore! But they died the same year as you did, 1996. Every one around you has died in 1996.
I guess you had no one left in Iran to take your body back there? Anyways once dead, who really cares? Do you? Do I?
September 6, 2011

#17

Parc de prince Building, Tehran – 11:00AM
The turned pages !
Home – 4:55AM
Insomnia /ɪnˈsɒm.ni.ə/
▶noun [uncountable]
Habitual sleeplessness.
Somnus was the Roman god of sleep. Insomnia is derived from the Latin word with the same spelling together with the prefix ‘in-” for negation. He is also remembered in the word Somnambulism – sleep walking.
– derivatives
insomniac noun & adjective.
– origin C17: from L., from insomnis ‘sleepless’.
September 5, 2011

#16

Navab Highway, Tehran – 1:10PM
Struggling with the self on 5 meters hight!
Croix de Chavaux, Montreuil – 4:25PM
The girls asked me to take a photo for them, and I took the opportunity to take one for me. It’s their first day of school after summer holidays. They are 16 and 16 years passed since my last days of school, but how not to think about it each time summer comes to its end?
I look at their beautiful hairs blowing in the wind and I can’t help thinking of us, young girls those days, in our gray uniforms and black scarves, tasting maybe the same feeling of freedom they seem to have today, on our way back home from school.
September 4, 2011

#15

Vali asr Ave, Tehran – 6:30PM
Shopkeeper at the wooden wall
Belleville – 2:10PM
As he walked his feet splashed in a pool of greasy and slippery water, which had such a heavy smell of fish fried in oil that Pinocchio thought it was Lent.
The farther on he went, the brighter and clearer grew the tiny light. On and on he walked till finally he found –I give you a thousand guesses, my dear children! He found a little table set for dinner and lighted by a candle stuck in a glass bottle; and near the table sat a little old man, white as the snow, eating live fish. They wriggled so that, now and again, one of them slipped out of the old man’s mouth and escaped into the darkness under the table.
At this sight, the poor Marionette was filled with such great and sudden happiness that he almost dropped in a faint. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand and one things, but all he could do was to stand still, stuttering and stammering brokenly. At last, with a great effort, he was able to let out a scream of joy and, opening wide his arms he threw them around the old man’s neck.
“Oh, Father, dear Father! Have I found you at last? Now I shall never, never leave you again!”
“Are my eyes really telling me the truth?” answered the old man, rubbing his eyes. “Are you really my own dear Pinocchio?”
The Adventures of Pinocchio / Carlo Collodi
September 3, 2011

#14

Hakim Highway, Tehran – 3:15PM
In the car, summer time
Bibliothèque Nationale de France – 5:25PM
“All the memory of the world” (Toute la mémoire du monde) is the name of an extraordinary documentary film made by Alain Resnais on the Bibliothèque Nationale de France in 1965. In an endless traveling, camera takes us deep in the labyrinth of this fortress of knowledge. The narrator intones : ”  …Here we catch a glimpse of a future in which all mysteries are resolved. A time when we are handed the keys to this and other universes. And this will come about because these readers, each working on his slice of universal memory, will lay the fragments of a single secret end to end, a secret with a beautiful name, a secret called happiness. ”
September 2, 2011

#13

Orly – 2:20PM
Delay !
Belleville  – 8:45PM
Friends leaving, seasons changing, melancholy is in the air we breathe.
September 1, 2011

#12

Place Monge – 10:00PM
Representation of a stealthy look while you force yourself to take a photo for your weblog !
Paris – 7:50PM
Tehran, geography as destiny…