tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post4405752931827769524..comments2024-03-06T04:50:47.440+01:00Comments on More than just wine: Photography and its effect on paintingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15635428184895066582noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-38600936531401209252011-03-15T01:14:43.198+01:002011-03-15T01:14:43.198+01:00Montse, of course you are right and this is what I...Montse, of course you are right and this is what I said in the text, albeit using the words of Lucien Freud.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15635428184895066582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-8242157369392102272011-03-15T01:13:42.118+01:002011-03-15T01:13:42.118+01:00I entirely agree with you Luc about the appalling ...I entirely agree with you Luc about the appalling management capacity of Lievremont, and this is not improving. And very "unfair play" too. The italians played perhaps the game of their life.<br />Sorry to have missed out on your staircase, lateral-thinking title.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15635428184895066582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-21081123839451001682011-03-15T00:46:57.166+01:002011-03-15T00:46:57.166+01:00The question for me is how to make life alive and ...The question for me is how to make life alive and I really think that art does something abaut this. <br />For example, To see the light, the movement of the water in Monet paintings enrichs our perception. Does not matter if it is illusion or an instant of reality what it matters is the effect in our emotions.<br /><br />MontseUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04050671780362077065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-46336334160402788552011-03-14T18:55:21.483+01:002011-03-14T18:55:21.483+01:00I’m famous for my « esprit d’escalier » (sideways...I’m famous for my « esprit d’escalier » (sideways thinking); well, in my circle of relatives, that is. I’ve been too lazy to look for one of your recent chronicles about rugby in order to post this comment there. Therefore, look at the first sentence: it mimicks your own title. That’s the only connection. So, you are right to ask but there is a link, however discrete! My point is not so much that the French are loosing their rugby – I couldn’t care less – but that their trainer blames it solely on the boys, not a single second on himself. To top the bill, he hasn’t the decency to congratulate the other side. It’s not the sport that bothers me, it’s the mores.Luc Charliernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-89931338749959044862011-03-14T18:03:34.588+01:002011-03-14T18:03:34.588+01:00Yes Luc, I think many are agreed on the matter of ...Yes Luc, I think many are agreed on the matter of French national rugby. May I ask what is the connection between this and the influence of photography on painting?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15635428184895066582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6219646897587177986.post-41815010375587735382011-03-14T09:42:06.511+01:002011-03-14T09:42:06.511+01:00“Rugby and its effect on mores” could be my title....“Rugby and its effect on mores” could be my title.<br />Lièvremont – I think he was a good player himself once – feels angry and “fires” players because of - so he said – betrayal! I did not watch the game myself (don’t possess any tele).<br />But I thought the national coach is the one who chooses the players – amongst the best in their respective teams, the one who determines tactics, the one who organizes the training sessions, the one who yells, the one who substitutes, the one in the cloak-room at half-time. In a nutshell .... he is the RESPONSIBLE person. So, if anyone should come to get fired, it should be Lièvremont.<br />And “mores” then, are you going to ask ? Wait, I address this topic right now. I would have congratulated the brave Azzuri for their strong game and declared a weak French side lost to a courageous Italian XV. Once upon a time, the French had “panache”. It seems all they’ve got left now is anger, grief and disdain.Luc Charliernoreply@blogger.com