Today Agnès Varda turns 80. I suppose I don't know how to salute with sufficient gratitude this genius, this sage, who draws inspiration out of every single life's heartbeat — anyone who's seen Les Glaneurs et la glaneuse [The Gleaners and the Gleaness, 2000] or Les Glaneurs et la glaneuse... deux ans après [The Gleaners and the Gleaness... Two Years Later, 2002] or Uncle Yanco  already knows the shape of the jigsaw piece I'm considering. All I can say, maybe, is — Agnès, today I covered my west-facing living room windows in colored Reynolds Wrap because the 2pm-6:30pm hours have been far too white; makeshift gel filters, then, and giant 3D glasses, too. Probably your salute to the sun, Uncle Yanco, was in my mind. And in my heart, as well.
Bientôt sur cet écran, 2008:
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