
Late at night in Crown street, around the corner of a dark recess , had a shock: this is me at the age of six!
Un soir tard, dans un recoin sombre de Crown street, j'ai eu un choc : mais c'est moi à l'âge de six ans, ça !
For a year from August 2006 to August 2007, a French girl living in Sydney shared her daily photos of one of the world's most beautiful cities. Turn your eyes to downunder!


Oui, même les moines bouddhistes aiment se faire prendre en photo devant l'opéra de Sydney ! Vous voyez les grands panneaux vitrés de la façade ? (cliquez sur la photo pour l'agrandir). Au moment de sa construction à la fin des années soixante, l'architecte Jorn Utzon voulait des vitres d'une certaine couleur bronze que seul le vitrier français Boussois (devenu BSN) a su lui fabriquer spécialement. L'histoire m'a été racontée par Patrick Bourrier qui à l'époque fut le jeune ingénieur responsable du projet, passant des mois sur le chantier à superviser la fourniture, la découpe et la pose des vitrages. Peut-on rêver projet plus excitant pour démarrer sa vie professionnelle ? Du fait des courbes architecturales, aucune vitre n'a exactement la même taille et toutes ont dû être recoupées sur mesure. Un stock de vitres de rechange a évidemment été prévu mais, bonne nouvelle, un seul panneau a eu besoin d'être changé depuis l'inauguration de l'opéra en 1973...


 
 









 Weird, me? / Bizarre, moi ?
Weird, me? / Bizarre, moi ?


 
  Caught last Sunday on the carpark of Soldiers Beach: wow, look at the two-pane windshield, that's an old, old model, the original  combivan - with even the remnants of a large Peace sign painted at the front! Remember the sixties, the seventies, Peace and Love? What do that van and that era evoke for you?
 Caught last Sunday on the carpark of Soldiers Beach: wow, look at the two-pane windshield, that's an old, old model, the original  combivan - with even the remnants of a large Peace sign painted at the front! Remember the sixties, the seventies, Peace and Love? What do that van and that era evoke for you?
 A nice project for a Saturday morning: I pick a couple of hibiscus flowers in my garden, mutiply them all over a blue sky background in a pattern that I find attractive, and there you are - I created my own Tahitian fabric. Did I ever tell you that I lived in Tahiti for six years? What a magic place, our twins were born there... Back to my project: I then cut a 6-foot length of my fabric, wrap it around my hips... wow, what do you think of my new pareo? Now I'm off to the beach. See you!
 A nice project for a Saturday morning: I pick a couple of hibiscus flowers in my garden, mutiply them all over a blue sky background in a pattern that I find attractive, and there you are - I created my own Tahitian fabric. Did I ever tell you that I lived in Tahiti for six years? What a magic place, our twins were born there... Back to my project: I then cut a 6-foot length of my fabric, wrap it around my hips... wow, what do you think of my new pareo? Now I'm off to the beach. See you! 
  Yesterday, afternoon storm with grey rolling clouds, lightning and rain. Had the brilliant surprise of a few minutes of crashing sunshine just before sunset. Jumped out and found a deconstructed Star City reflected in a wet window pane, emerging from the glass structure like a sparkling mirage. Star City is Sydney's largest casino.
 Yesterday, afternoon storm with grey rolling clouds, lightning and rain. Had the brilliant surprise of a few minutes of crashing sunshine just before sunset. Jumped out and found a deconstructed Star City reflected in a wet window pane, emerging from the glass structure like a sparkling mirage. Star City is Sydney's largest casino.
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 On weekends I always spend a few hours by the sea. The beach is a five-minute walk from home, wouldn't it be a crime not to go? When I tire of the sand, I head for the rock platforms. Here raw art awaits, it's just a matter of framing. Late afternoon, after the harsh sun has gone, the shadows turn to blue. I pick a few salt-ringed dried out rockpools, push the contrast... et voila!
 On weekends I always spend a few hours by the sea. The beach is a five-minute walk from home, wouldn't it be a crime not to go? When I tire of the sand, I head for the rock platforms. Here raw art awaits, it's just a matter of framing. Late afternoon, after the harsh sun has gone, the shadows turn to blue. I pick a few salt-ringed dried out rockpools, push the contrast... et voila!

