In addition to the addresses of the places where the parties are held, the cards should also indicate their altitudes – at least when it happens, as in the case of the one given by Saint Laurent for David Cronenberg’s film, The Shrouds, in the sumptuous Pavillon de Flore, where Picasso lived for six years, painted La Baie de Cannes, and where I make the tragic mistake of going on my bike. Coming out dripping from a uphill climb that would make the Mount Ventoux look like a speed bump, I barely have time to pick up my polka-dot swimsuit before slipping into a panoply of sweat-free deities – tonight, I’m the body horror.
There’s of course Cronenberg, Cassel and Kruger, who enchant the place with their aura; there’s even Pablo – not Picasso, just Pillaud-Vivien, the columnist for BFM; but we’ll have to settle for that. As the good mountaineers that they are, the Larrieu brothers inflict a hiking conversation on me, as if I were in the mood. Suddenly I think of Sophie Calle: if the artist hadn’t packed up all the master’s paintings for her recent exhibition at the Musée Picasso, I’d have been able to see La Baie de Cannes, realize that it was painted from quite a height, and consider another vehicle. Fortunately, there are not only uphill climbs here, there are also downhill descents: mine is ecstatic, in the very midst of a silent night, spinning like the wind without a single pedal stroke, on the brink of crashing and killing myself at every turn like Cooper Hoffman escaping from the hills in Licorice Pizza. Tomorrow, I’ll come back on my bike.
Traduction Emma Frigo
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Author : Théo Ribeton
Publish date : 2024-05-21 17:48:44
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