Notre marche photographique continue !
Mat Jacob vient de passer le relais à Kourtney Roy, deuxième invité du collectif.
June 5th - Meymac.
"7 hours of train. Passed by a large dirt colored river. Made me want to take a piss in it. I bet a 100000 french people had already done the same. I hope there is alcohol and men where I am going. One needs to have priorities. Received a text message from my father. It said « Hey, what’s going on ? Who are you ? » Who am I, indeed. It’s good to have your phenomenolgical status questioned by your redneck father working a dirt farm 10000 km away." Kourtney Roy
June 6th
"Raining today. Shit.
I thought I could do some photos of me in my rain poncho disguised as a log, a tree, flattered frog, etc..
Breakfast consisted on some slightly old fruit , a yogurt and tepid tea. I devoured the croissant as well. 20 km to Egletons. Hotel with a pool, civilization? Or possibly just a hard of tiny vicious dwarves and their keepers.
Walked (dragged) myself 20 km I saw a shit ton of trees, cows and grass.
After 2 hours (9 km) I stopped and pissed in the bushes and then sat myself down on the side of the road and ate my lunch (almonds, dried berries, a nectarine ans 2 energy bars). I smoked about 5000 cigarettes. Upon my arrival at the famed "Vacanceole le Domaine de Bosquet" the clerk at the front desk offered me a beer which I downed in about 30 seconds.
The pool here is the colour of urine when suffering from a kidney infection. The curtains are the saddest colour of turquoise in the world. I think I could live here. No vicious dwarves here, too early they are all still in their schooll-prisons. The world can just fuck right off from here.
Just ate my first vegetable in 2 days. I think I am going to be sick." Kourtney Roy
June 7th - Corrèze
"Left early today with 2 cigarettes in my pocket. 17 km to go. I walked for literally 10km without seeing a bloody car. Where the fuck am I? Everything is so goddamn green and idyllic, makes my eyes bleed. The place needs a few dive bars, some old gas stations, a sad droopy home for the retired…Was followed by a crazy bunch of cows. They were frolicking behind the barbed-wire fence as I stumbled on by. Found one bar open at Vitrac-en-Montane. The cranky owner served me a coffee and gave me two cigarettes.
Scared the shit out of a deer. Walked by a donkey hanging out with two sheep. Tried to take his portrait but I think it might be a bit goofy.
My toilet in my hotel room is all pink. Pink heaven when you gotta drop a deuce.
No phone calls or emails except from Grégoire to tell me how good of a job I am doing, lugging my equipment across the countryside like a glorified mule.
I disappear and nobody gives a shit. The all importance of oneself shows when one decides to fuck off for 9 days and nobody could give 2 shits. Went to my hotel room after lunch, I lay down on the bed to wait for the tabac to open at 3pm. 2 hours later I woke up, head in a big cloud of sleepiness.
Decided to move my ass out of bed to do a little location scouting of the town. Finally the sun came out so I ran back to my room and grabbed some wigs and my tripod. Had good sun for an hour or so, got a couple of shots. All the old people in the town stared at me while I was running around in a wig.
Had a few drinks at the hotel bar with the owner. A funny guy, bitching about how old everyone was here and how nothing ever happens here. All alone in the hotel, only guest !
I can get drink and run through the hallways naked, screaming like a savage, knocking on all the doors…" Kourtney Roy
June 8th – Corrèze to Tulle
"The sun has arrived. Shining it’s burning face on this town of really fucking old people.
Goddamn flashes for my polaroid are the wrong format. Will have to shoot my portraits in full sunlight. It seems only men eat in the two restaurants in town. Workers coming off the construction sites in the area. All their faces are either bloated or withered. These are my kind of people !
Saw some young people, clearly they must be lost.
Lunch was wine and salad (salade de chèvre chaud seems to be the vegetarian fallback here). This afternoon I continue the march towards Tulle. I wonder what I will see ?
Trees ? Cows ? Grass ? The possibilities ar endless.
Arrived in Tulle. Walked up the biggest fucking mountain to get to my hotel. The weather is beautiful and I am sweating like hell. Rivulets running off of me. Hopefully get a shot in this eve, but looking dire as my feet are beat to shit. For once I am in a proper town, there are restaurants, florists, banks, pharmacies, cafés and bars ! Incredible !
Now to find places to shoot…" Kourtney Roy
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