Friday, 24 April 2009

Prince and prince

It was a secret. Julia wasn’t to suspect anything. By the end of the month, she would be retiring and the three companies in which she taught singing joined to organize a big celebration for her.
She obviously didn’t suspect anything when she entered the restaurant. It was, at best supposed to be a little meal with some of the people from the administrative team. Everyone was there. We had to be very good at lying and pretending especially those who saw her earlier on that same day.
Even if she’s officially retiring, Julia is far from actually retiring. Her students are many and would want to see her going away.
The core of her life now is in teaching. Why would she stop?

I’m going to ask five screenwriter friends to come up with a one minute long scene for my album. Each scene will be in a different language. The idea came from my many travels. The more I travel, the more my sense of time and space changes as each trip is also in inner journey. Two friends, Stephen and R
Yuichi have already accepted: the first one from Hong Kong and the second from Tokyo. Bévinda will be writing the French scene and I’ll ask Lara to do the English one.

« They're very odd people, you know. When they're young, they have their teeth straightened, their tonsils taken out and gallons of vitamins pumped into them. Something happens to their insides ! They become immunized, mechanized, air-conditioned and hydromatic. I'm not even sure whether they have a heart. »
Audrey Hepburn in ‘Love in the Afternoon’ 1957.

Conversation between Emmanuel and his, three and half year old daughter Mattea:

“- An is going to come for dinner tonight.
- Who’s An?
- He’s a friend of mine. A boy…
-You must be joking!
- An was Daddy’s lover a long time ago.
- A lover?
- Yes
(Confused look)
Like a prince and princess.
But you said An is not a girl!
Well, if you want. More like a prince and prince, then.
(Confused look)
You mean that he will be king???”

Emmanuel in Central Park, New York 1996

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