PROFANE N 18 - SPRING - SUMMER 2024

Time for a drink outside, in what was once a Parisian campus. It's mild, This is our first time here, we are waiting for the round table “Poser” to begin. a look at what surrounds us”. So we observe the transformation of the building, by asking what a third place is (p. 188). The former Sorbonne Nouvelle, built in the 1970s, reminds us of Bernard, who was himself lecturer at the Tolbiac university, not far away, while creating carpets at him, in a tower of the Olympiades (p. 32). The architecture of the 1970s definitely. Some love it, others prefer to leave the city, to go build a house in lime and hemp, in harmony with nature, with their hands and arming oneself with patience (p. 150). The city or the countryside. The suburbs also: it is clearly good to live in Bagneux, where every year there is a meeting artistic activity mobilizes residents (p. 224). If we had to choose, preference assumed for a seaside, in Brittany for example, towards Paimpol, where guess the silhouette of Denis who walks the beaches in search of claws crab, crab carcasses for minute sculptures (p. 166). The shore, the call of the sea, the figure of the sailor: Hubert knows it well, he who loved track down canvases representing only pipe fishermen (p. 92). A collector at heart, he has many other modest treasures, including some 300 movie posters featuring the Statue of Liberty. 300… the numbers always make you dizzy. This one: 250,000. That's the number of Photographs of cemeteries taken by André around the world (p. 40). This is also the number of amateur photos collected by Christophe, taken from albums family, boxes of photos found at flea markets and antique shops in Berlin. Among a multitude of other accumulations that squat in his artist's studio (p. 198). Amateur photography, also a goldmine for Jonathan, who compulsively seeks out those where the subject disappears, the matrix of his artistic practice (p. 54). The album, this abyss of the intimate, even without face... Matthieu brought back from Tokyo a thick notebook with boxes stuck in it of matches that say a lot about the wanderings of a certain Matsuko. Who was this girl of fire (p. 108)? From the flame to the embers, we start to dream of a barbecue, a ritual of sunny days. We will have to call Antoine, who knows certainly as well light them as draw them (p. 70). The round table will to start.