{"id":380,"date":"2004-07-02T14:25:15","date_gmt":"2004-07-02T13:25:15","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=380"},"modified":"2004-07-02T14:25:15","modified_gmt":"2004-07-02T13:25:15","slug":"the-dresden-dolls-photo-experiment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/07\/02\/the-dresden-dolls-photo-experiment\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dresden Dolls photo experiment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/dresdendolls17ld.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"dresden dolls\" \/><br \/>\n<br \/>\nI was staring at a woman playing the piano and singing like the world might explode at the end of each and every song.<br \/>\nI was staring at this woman, trying to fix her image in my head forever, like all the frames that i see and can&rsquo;t fix on film, those frames that reach an ideal that no camera ever could.<br \/>\nI was lost in the contemplation of perfect images, and i started to assemble words to them until it all began to fit together perfectly, like a puzzle with three dimensions : music, images, words.<br \/>\nI was in the maze of perceptions that shift slowly, not trying to make a move, barely breathing when <a href=\"http:\/\/www.20six.fr\/meluzine2\">she<\/a> handed me her camera with a smile, and as i&rsquo;m the weakest when it comes to this kind of temptation, i finally accepted, almost reluctantely.<br \/>\nI framed without thinking about it, not knowing exactly what i was doing, and the shutter snapped six times before she took back her camera.<br \/>\nI felt naked until the end of the show.<br \/>\nLater on, as we were walking the streets at night to reach home or a metro station, I began to wonder how the pictures i took would look like, with her camera, her film, processed in her usual lab. I really thought that her style, her colors, the feel even of her pictures would appear on mine, even in the slightest way.<\/p>\n<p>I&rsquo;m still amazed that it didn&rsquo;t happen. My pictures are completely mine, her pictures are completely hers.<\/p>\n<p>The results are <a href=\"http:\/\/www.20six.fr\/musique\">there<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was staring at a woman playing the piano and singing like the world might explode at the end of each and every song. I was staring at this woman, trying to fix her image in my head forever, like all the frames that i see and can&rsquo;t fix on film, those frames that reach [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-380","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=380"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/380\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=380"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=380"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=380"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}