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WIMM

DAILY TRAVEL BOOK NUMBER WHERE PEACE IS

SQUARED IN THE PIXIES' MIND

Exposition Sophie Calle, Paris
Zoom
Venice, California, 2014
Some Art Fair, Paris
Avignon, 2013
Toy, Saint-Tropez
Home Wall, Paris
Venice, California, 2014
Venice, California, 2014

DEETEEBEE FROM THE WHERE OF MY MIND

JOYFUL INSTANT UNEDITED SHOTS

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WIMM looks like Wim so it would be Wenders. Actually WIMM is just standing for Where is my mind, famous question asked by the Pixies a few decades ago. If the Deeteebee Project was to be a playlist, it had to be made of my favorite songs of all times. Stuff I listen to since years. I was seven when they asked. WIMM is also a cover by Maxence Cyrin, released in 2010. A genius piano track I can't get tired of. The slow version of rock'n roll. Seems to say Future starts slow. Or past was crazy. I guess it goes together.

WIMM is an escape. Made of abstract views and real life, old magazines lost and found in Paris, home-made lemonade shot in Venice, California wanders and Ibiza trees. It's a pink toy smoking American Spirit in Pampelonne, the South of France from Ramatuelle to Avignon and white flowers in trees in the city. My wall painted in pink and blues by me, also

WIMM is reality without being high. Joy that can be found in that world. WIMM is high. On what is.

Je leur dis, ce n’est pas un travail c’est un bordel. Un souvenir, redonner un peu de ce qu’était la photographie avant, oublier l’ego et la technique, le mieux que je peux faire est ailleurs, montrer le temps qui passe et les choses auxquelles on tient sans savoir pourquoi. Ils disent si c’est un bordel c’est un bar à putes, c’est interdit. Vous êtes la tenancière d’une activité illégale qui vend des corps. Je réponds qu’ils sont fous, je ris, ils prennent la chose pour de l’insolence. Est-ce que l’incarnation se perd, est-ce que ces gens l’ont perdue, la langue dit perdre la tête mais je crois qu’ils ont perdu la chair. Ils disent vos propos ne tiennent pas debout, ils n’ont sans doute jamais rien lu, rien vécu non plus. Ils disent que je leur dois de l’argent, je suis accusée et jugée, la justice a fait son travail, l’art n’existe pas au temps de la pornographie mais il y a beaucoup plus grave, car l’art est discutable et d’ailleurs ces choses n’en sont pas, non, c’est la vie qui n’existe plus au temps de la justice de l’argent fou et de l’utile de chaque emploi, du temps. Ils demandent encore ce que c’est, je dis que ce n’est rien et ils disent que rien n’existe pas. Comment voulez-vous leur expliquer que le néant est par delà ce qu’ils en croient, le lieu où le savoir n’existe plus puisque c’est la paix, l’identité du phénomène et du noumène peut-être, tu ne vas pas essayer de les convertir au sanskrit ou de leur expliquer le paragraphe sept quand ils font de leur langue une prison. Regarde les arbres. 

DAY TODAY BRIGHTNESS DEETEEBEE

DAILY TRAVEL BRAVERY AROUND THE WORLD

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The Daily Travel Books are sixteen volumes made of instant unedited shots. They are witnesses of a universe belonging to a moment in time where the best camera is the only one you carry with you.

 

Although they are not pretending to be art, a few shots by them have been shown in Paris and Barcelona’s collective and solo shows.

 

Often squared as if they were straight, the Deeteebees were fuzzy soft black stars until things exploded. Walking away in California, they cheated on squares and monochromes for a colorful Good Day spreading in Elle A. Flirting with documentary when they are other bricks in the wall from Paris, they are most of the time intimate love songs. Like For Marlon in green and blues, or Wasteland inspired by a kid from the woods.

Instant love for the second they're living in, of course they dress in Polaroids sometimes. Using filters as a classical fiction technique, they are naked as unedited raws. Taken for themselves without any desire to be shown, they are very shy and deliver many sides of what time can be.

 

They obviously wouldn’t be themselves without Pink Floyd, Antony and the Jo, The Dresden Dolls, Tom Waits, TS Eliot and Woodkid, Grant Lee Buffalo and Keaton Henson or Unkle and Tash Sultana. They just can’t stop the music, cause they are nothing else but a soundtrack. Always on the move. 

Be kind with them, they are sensitive.

SCRAPPED ON THE MOON

DRAFTED TUNED BLASTS

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