Andreas Bunte, May the Circle Remain Unbroken 1 (and other works with film), published by Argobooks, 2009

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Architect: Milko Milkov
Sculptors: Vasil Radoslavov, Aneta Atanasova

Architects: Boris Markov, Petar Tzvetkov, Nikolay Marangozov
Sculptors: Vasil Radoslavov, Lubomir Dalchev, Georgi Kocev, Todor Bosilkov, Alexander Zankov

Architect: Ivan Tatarov
Sculptors: Hristo Simeonov, Metodi Izmirliev, Ivan Petrov

Architects: Lubomir Shinkov, Vladimir Rangelov
Sculptors: Lubomir Dalchev, Ana Dalcheva, Peter Atanasov

Architects: Bogomil Davidkov, Blagvest Valkov
Sculptor: Krum Damianov, Bojidar Kozarev

Architect: Georgi Gechev
Sculptor: Krum Damianov

Architect: Georgi Stoilov
Sculptor: Velichko Minekov

Architect: Georgi Stoilov
Decorative artists: Velichko Minekov, Valentin Starchev, Vladislav Paskalev, Kantcho Kanev, Stoiu Todorov, Dimitar Boykov, Mihail Benchev, Ioan Leviev, Hristo Stefanov, Dimitar Kirov, Ivan Stoilov (Bunkera)

I saw the film “The Wanderer” (1967) by Jean-Gabriel Albicocco (based on Henri-Alban Fournier’s only novel “Le Grand Meaulnes,” published in France in 1912) with a friend in 1999. We were alone in the theater. I loved the movie from the get go, my instant-fierce love. The film received terrible reviews though; everyone said how disappointing the film was compared to the book, and how bad Brigitte Fossey was as Yvonne De Galais.

I’ve seen the movie dozens of times. I own it. Brigitte is breathtaking every time. You know the poem by Robert Frost? The road not taken is never too far from the one you took. Brigitte was a somehow sad person, but she laid the mask on thick: heavy hairdo and opaque foundation. I identified with her anger mostly, all that defiance and glare. I was afraid of her too. The road not taken.

Yvonne spent a great deal of time in the film insisting, “I’m not angry.” Except she was.

Above: Anuschka Blommers & Niels Schumm & Uta Eisenreich have captured the imaginary muse ‘Amber’ for the Arnhem Mode Biennale in the Netherlands, opening june 1st, 2011.

In this month long event, international fashion designers and creatives take over the city with exhibitions, installations, workshops and more. Participants include A.F. Vandevorst, BLESS, Damir Doma, Maison Martin Margiela, Prada, Raf Simons, Rodarte & Thom Browne.
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Exhibition space of the Royal Institute of Art on the 4th floor of the Konstakademien building. Entrance Jakobsgatan 27, STOCKHOLM.

A number of exhibitions with and about books have been realized in the field of contemporary art and design in the last few years. Most of these exhibitions have focused on the structural aspect of the book as object or the book as reference material. Travelogue as Allegory takes this as given and sharpens the perspective with regards to form and content.

Travelogue as Allegory reflects upon the connection between travelling and the artistic impulse of publishing and showing in the form of an exhibition. The choice of display is adressing both the issue of the freely circulating, ’travelling’ medium of the book, as well as its potential for use. Furthermore the connecting lines between the different publicly accessible, physical locations of books will be made visible: Two bookshops and two specialized libraries in Stockholm will display their book selections on the topic as an integral part of the exhibition.

With works by:
Ansel Adams, Lothar Baumgarten, Ulla von Brandenburg, Hussein Chalayan, Mariolijn Dijkman, Marie-Louise Ekman, Love Enqvist, Katja Eydel, Hamish Fulton, Goldin+Senneby, Martin Jacobsen, Gerry Johansson, Aglaia Konrad, Selma Lagerlöf, Carl von Linné, Rita McBride, Meriç Algün Ringborg, Shahrzad, Stephen Shore, Simon Starling, Jonathan Swift, Aby Warburg, Christopher Williams.

CLAIRE FONTAINE
No Family Life – 11 Feb-19 March 2011 at Air De Paris

Living a life at 7500 € per square metre or 1800 € rent a month is possible. Paris air is on sale by the cubic metre, but this isn’t an effect of social segregation, it isn’t a form of exclusion – it’s just that the value of the ground under our feet has changed, and our lives with it.
We didn’t ask for anything, but have received expulsions and demolitions of the buildings that were still bearing our traces and our smell. We had built, in places where no one lived, spaces for being together and they were razed to the ground, priceless spaces for a few years, open to everyone who felt welcome; it doesn’t sound like much, but it’s inestimable. Because we terribly needed to live far from parquet and authentic terracotta floors, far from fireplaces with mirrors and cornices, far from panoramic views and greenery outside the window.
We remember that our first home is our body and that its inhabitants are our thoughts and our loves. We remember that life doesn’t have a price, and the places where it happens mustn’t have one either.
We remember that streets and apartment buildings are there because they are part of a world in which there is money– but there’s also blood, thoughts, childhood, solitude and illness. A world in which there is a need for money – but also a need for love, work done passionately, the urgency of being together.
Space forgets us. Space is crowded with precursory signs of a new drought. We buy a fragment of Paris, we double-lock it, we go through two doors with access codes, and a caretaker’s lodge, and we do nothing there that we couldn’t do elsewhere. We are going to fill it up with secondhand furniture painted pastel colours, we will put a coloured bead curtain in the kitchen doorway, a rug in the living-room, orchids in white pots and coloured lights around the mirror over the fireplace. We will have a bowls with fresh fruits in the kitchen, green plants in the living room, a beautiful bed-couch and bedrooms painted in clear blue. We are going to climb the wooden stairs with their red carpet before we stick our key in the lock and realise that we were wrong. We realise that this is not the present and can’t be the future. That in this fragment of Paris there is no room for anybody. We realise – as we lean on the antique railing of the window to smoke a cigarette and check our cell phone – that we are irreparably alone and that it is too late. For a life at 7500 € per square metre is not an innocent life, it isn’t an accessible life, it isn’t an open, free, adventurous, interesting life. It is a private life.

Claire Fontaine

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