tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18811558802341915602011-11-27T16:20:35.289-08:00Each day, a different picture of Montreal, and a little story. This photoblog is and will be bilingual. Chaque jour, une photo différente de Montréal, ainsi qu'une petite histoire reliée à cette photo. Ce blog est, et sera bilingue.curiousguyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08656360475807743536noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881155880234191560.post-59535908225031255562009-03-17T15:01:00.000-07:002009-03-17T15:05:50.289-07:00

One night, while no one was watching, an army of darkness drove in the streets of Montreal.Un soir, fin d'automne, une petite armée roulait lentement dans les rues de Montréal, silencieuse et camouflée...Centre-ville, Montréal

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This one was not taken in Montreal. It dates back a couple of years ago, in the middle of a holiday resort somewhere in Quebec. It was just after the sun was set and that lamp post was there, all alone...Sometimes, a simple object can create interesting shadows, can show different shapes, as long as we take the time to look at it, to appreciate it.St-Paulin, Quebec

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Downtown Montreal, at night.Centre-ville de Montréal.

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Tu me berces inconsciemmentDans ta région étonnammentTu me déplaces dans tes vaguesYer waves pour moi étrangementTu me dépèces et tu me prendsYer waves pour moi et lentementJe voudrais m’envolerAvec toi pour la merC’est peut-être trop tôtPour le soleil d’hiverC’est l’histoire qui s’endortC’estYer waves…Et pour le soleil d’hiverYer waves for meMes vagues pour toiMy waves for youEt pour la nuit

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Between shadow and light, there's a whole story that can be told, more often than not found by accident.You walk in a park, and then you find yourself surrounded by shadow, even though everything around is still flooded by street lights. Then you take a shot, without moving, hiding in the dark...Un soir tard dans un parc, alors que les lampadaires innondaient de leur nappe orangée la nature

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On the wall of a school in one of the poorest neighborhood of Montreal.Sur le mur d'une école d'un des quartiers les plus défavorisés de Montréal.Pointe-St-Charles

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While driving, we saw this old castle/manor/city hall. It was freezing cold outside, so we parked on a nearby street and took 5 minutes to shoot a couple of pictures of the buildings around, without a tripod, hence the high ISO and noise.I like this shot, in part because of that "Diablo" look, but also because the white balance setting was completely off yet the colors turned out great.I never

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ge { size: 8.27in 11.69in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08inKx #2MontréalRage au volantCaméra de surveillanceImages saisissantesBilan très lourd sur les pistesLe quatrième décès de l’annéeQui subit une racléeIl est débordéIl estPas encore achevéKy #1Notre sondage à nous :Presque rayé de la carteQuelque part dans Rosemont-Petite-Patrie

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The letter M, wasted on the ground of life.Your interpretation counts. You have freedom over the meaning of this shot.Vous avez carte blanche. Personnellement, j'aime le contraste de la nature foncée et du plastique clair et agressant, violent dans son immuabilité.Parc Pierre-Marquette, Rosemont-Petite-Patrie

curiousguyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08656360475807743536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881155880234191560.post-62988684160529998052008-09-21T07:08:00.000-07:002008-09-21T07:28:50.404-07:00

A massive, abandonned, tetris-like building, found near the Lachine Canal. This place is a perfect place for intrepid urban explorers but a scary one nonetheless. I would never go inside one of those buildings, just in case they decide to collapse and/or something alive in it wouldn't want me to be there. Alive.For more info on this building, you can look here.Un monstre sur le bord du canal

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A tree, alone in the park, on a summer day.Un arbre seul dans le parc, un jour d'été, il y a quelques années.Parc Laurier, Plateau

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Gas prices. Sometimes, it's not the only reason.Cette statio-service est-elle encore en activité, ou est-elle bel et bien à l'abandon? Peu importe la réponse, ce bâtiment sis à la jonction entre deux zones, l'une résidentielle et l'autre industrielle, est symbolique: Ayant connu leur heure de gloire dans un passé quelconque, ces quartiers sont comme figés dans le temps, entre le passé déchu et un

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Quelques fois, la caméra peut capter quelque chose de bien différent de ce que nos yeux vont voir. Un simple autobus de la STM peut devenir une traînée lumineuse multicolore...Boulevard Newman, LaSalle

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Fear is all we have, when we're alone.Someone asked me for poetry on this blog. Then Yesterday I went to a party and met someone who does visual poetry with pictures. So I decided to bring back an old composition I've done in the past, under the title Fear.Quelqu'un m'a demandé si j'allais mettre de la poésie sur mon blog.Après avoir rencontré un artiste faisant de la poésie avec des photos, hier

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A haunted parking lot. Some ghosts were seen during this shooting. Some were captured on other pictures, some were just there, almost invisible. Some of those ghosts were imaginary, others were real. We traded tips on how to shoot parking lots and abandoned alleyways, how to capture the very moment of transcendence when the light hits the filmstrip CCD and gets trapped on it, for almost ever.Then

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Sometimes I wonder what are the lives of those who work in fairs like this one. How could they settle down and have families, while their occupation is to travel across a given region, a country or sometimes even the world. I guess they go back home when the show is over and the rides are packed in the trucks for winter. But what is home? Where is it? Do they have wives and husbands waiting for

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"While you make pretty speechesI'm being cut to shredsYou feed me to the lionsA delicate balanceAnd this just feels like spinning platesI'm living in cloud cuckoo landAnd this just feels like spinning platesOur bodies floating down the muddy river"(unofficial) video herePlace Newman, juin 2008

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Some paths in the woods seem to lead to another world... Yet, some pictures are tricky in a way they make you believe that you're not surrounded by water all around you. Like this one.On pourrait se croire en pleine forêt de conte de fée, avec un chemin pavé et des lampadaires, mais pourtant, cette photo a été prise sur un pont, entouré d'eau de chaque côté, à quelques pas des rapides de

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Another haunted place, another part of the citySt-Patrick Street is the easiest way around the trafic jams for whoever comes from the Southwest part of Montreal. You easily avoid the highways and the narrow Notre-Dame Street, while still being able to reach far into the Old PortIt is also a definitive truckers route, considering the number of factories that you come accross when you drive there.

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J'ai souvent entendu parlé d'histoires d'horreur relatives au Parc Lafontaine: meurtres, viols, exhibitionisme, etc.Pourtant, j'ai déjà passé une nuit complète là-bas, sur la rue Calixa-Lavallée, en plein coeur de cet oasis de verdure. Pas âme qui vive, pas de gang, rien. Sinon quelques couples sortis des bars, ou encore juste là, à passer du bon temps...Si j'ai réalisé quelque chose, c'est que

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Yes I was born on the island.No I didn't always lived here.This is the sight you have at the end of the street where I lived, in my hometown.Pretty different than the Plateau.J'habite Montréal, je suis né ici, mais j'ai grandi ailleurs.Voici un aperçu de ce qu'on trouve au bout de la rue, chez nous, dans le village où j'ai grandi.Pour situer sur la carte: IciSaint-Lin-Laurentides

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L'artiste gaspésienne Viviane Audet, à son studio pour l'enregistrement de son premier album, Le long jeu.Actress-singer Viviane Audet in studio, during the recording of her first album,Le long jeu.lien: Viviane AudetStudio de musique, Mile End

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At Midnight, a view of a near-dead street and a haunting building with broken windows.Put on a Godspeed You Black Emperor! record (or an mp3 playlist) and drive slowly.À minuit, sous le rythme écrasant et glacial des trains de marchandises, prenez un CD de Godspeed You Black Emperor! et isolez-vous dans votre voiture, à la découverte des rues abandonnées du Mile End...link: wikipediasomewhere in

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Who knows if this kid knows at what cost those condos in the East were built?Does he know how much did the Olympic Stadium cost? Does he knows that the Main deliberately separated the French from the English since the foundation of the city?Does he know that the smell of green apples coming from that big building on Ontario Street is in fact the one from fresh tobacco, one of the worst killer of

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Like destiny, those lines meet but never really fulfill their connections. This picture was taken during the shooting of a movie by a crew with whom I never had really any link outside the art of movie-making. I don't have any contact with them anymore and never saw the final version of the movie, tough I have all of the pictures, still moments of that weekend. This one was not even related to

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