Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre

Fabian Theatre, Paterson.
Fabian Theatre, Paterson. (c) Marchand and Meffre.
Maschinenfabrik Swiderski, Leipzig. (c) Marchand and Dumerre.
Maschinenfabrik Swiderski, Leipzig. (c) Marchand and Meffre.
Loews Palace Theatre, Bridgeport. (c) Marchand and Dumerre.
Loew's Palace Theatre, Bridgeport. (c) Marchand and Meffre.
(c) Marchand and Meffre. Lee Plaza Hotel Ballroom, Detroit.
Lee Plaza Hotel Ballroom, Detroit.(c) Marchand and Meffre.
(c) Marchand and Dumerre. Lee Packard Motors Plant, Detroit.
Lee Packard Motors Plant, Detroit.(c) Marchand and Meffre.
(c) Marchand and Meffre. St Margaret Mary School.
St Margaret Mary School, Detroit. (c) Marchand and Meffre.
Bleichert Transportanlagen, Leipzig. (c) Marchand and Dumerre.
Bleichert Transportanlagen, Leipzig. (c) Marchand and Meffre.
Piano. (c) Marchand and Dumerre.
Piano. (c) Marchand and Dumerre.

These images are the work of French photographers. Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre.  As you can see, they have a bit of a thing for ruins, and I have never loved any photography so much. Choosing from the three collections (The ruins of Detroit | Forgotten theaters of America | Eastern Germany indiustrial vestiges) was impossible – I could live in any of these photographs for a hundred years. I’m trying to quantify why, but don’t yet have the vocabulary to discuss photography. But it’s like you can see the stories of these places etched in the photographs; they’re very narrative, there’s not just the sense but evidential proof of process (like any images of degeneration and decay). But at the same time – with the play of the light – there’s the simultaneous stamp of stasis and immediacy, that sense of now and nothing else, not ever. I love them. I want prints of all of them. Wall-sized prints. External walls.*

Oh my God, their photography blog is nearly as amazing, and it’s by a whole host of different people. Goodbye kisses, productivity.

*This is a hugely sobered version of the original paragraph. The original paragraph was mostly, LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. SEE HOW THEY TAKE PHOTOS, DOES IT NOT REDEFINE THE VERY CONCEPT. AND INDEED OF BUILDINGS. BUILDINGS THAT ARE OLD. LET US BOW BEFORE THEIR SHRINE AND WEEP. See.

Fred Phelps plans to come to Britain & boycott The Laramie Project

Oh what, WHAT. Who are these disgusting, DISGUSTING people? Well, obviously I know who they are – they’re Fred Phelps, the Man Who Just Won’t Die, and his brainwashed cabal of relatives. I don’t want them in my country. I know America just got SUBSTANTIALLY COOLER (oh, Michelle Obama, you are so inspiring, I have never used that word without irony before), but that is no reason for all their loonies to start heading over here. We’re not responsible for maintaining some geographical, Special Relationship Average of Crazy.

Why on earth are they coming now? To Basingstoke, of all places? The Laramie Project premiered in 2000 – although I see they’ve already picketed one production in the States. I wonder if they also ‘visit’ productions of Rent, The Rocky Horror Show, Avenue Q, The History Boys, Taboo, pretty much anything by Mark Ravenhill, Rattigan, Joe Orton, half of the Edinburgh Fringe, The Invention of Love – because if so, that sounds like a fun night out. They could even go to London and wave their silly little flags at La Cage Aux Folles. Is Milk still showing in the cinemas, anyone?

(i hesitate to tag this entry under the label ‘Christianity’ because that’s got nothing to do with what Fred Phelps is practising. But, on the other hand, it has everything to do with Michelle Obama)