Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • What pleases me the most about film photography is taking a picture and totally forgetting about it and and then discovering the result while development. As the picture, little by little, reveals itself in this tray full of chemicals, your memory reveals itself in the meantime and this joy of looking to a clear representation of a possible blurry memory is almost indefinable.

    With the abusive use of photographic devices we can observe today, the meaning of "taking a picture" is almost gone. I really enjoy with those film cameras to take my time and really think of what I want to capture.
    This picture of Arthur, a friend of mine, represents this desire.

    More than two years ago we went to Paris together to attend the 30th anniversary of an american magazine which was based upon an exposition and a great serie of concerts in the evening. Our journey was mostly encouraged by the performance of Dinosaur Jr. and the huge probability of not being able to see them again in Europe for at least a decade.
    It went extremely well until we had to find a place to sleep. We were supposed to sleep at an Arthur's friend place but once the concert was finished, he never answered to our phone calls. We had no money and resigned to sleep by ourselves in the streets. After being kicked-off of an underground parking lot we wandered and decided to go back to La Gaité Lyrique where the anniversary took place and to "sleep" in the park fronting the building. It was clearly the worst night I ever spent. Three or four hours later we got up and continued our wandering in the capital waiting for a decent place to open and we ordered a coffee.
    That's where I wanted to capture this moment of real resting in comfortable chairs, with hot beverages trying not fall asleep. This was the moment of realisation of my only thoughts for the ten last hours.

    It was a terrible moment when we were there, in this this children's slide, trying to catch some sleep but it was absloutely great to discover this picture of Arthur six months later in the dark room of the university and to recall how in fact it was an unforgettable week-end composed of joy and harshness.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.