Beginning of a Novel

I've been conducting a "stoic experiment" for the past two days - I'll tell you about it - that took me in the evening to the Trouville Cemetery, which I'd never been to before and which, contrary to what the sign said, was still open. Or badly closed.

I walked around it. Bigger than I imagined (Trouvillais do nothing but die) and very peaceful.

Trouville's cemetery in the evening, quietly.

And since, on my way there, it aso walked through the parc of the retirement home, it inspired me, on the way back, these lines that could be the beginning of a novel:

The cemetery is up there, at the edge of town.

The nursing home is next to the cemetery.

The slum borders the nursing home.

The public school is in the middle of the slum.

Mr. Grandpierre is the principal of the public school.

And that morning, the new mayor came to see Mr. Grandpierre.

I'll let you write the rest of it, I'm busy. Cheers.

Let's Start a Band!

My song of the moment.

I like it because it has no real chorus, the lyrics are nostalgic and it ends in a climax. It's not recent - 2007 - but I discovered it recently when it came after This is the life which I have always loved. Since then, I listen to it on repeat while on the beach at night.

Let's Start a Band, d'Amy Macdonald

The common theme of the two songs is... how can I put it? A mythology associated with music and adolescence. Groups, parties, clubs, festivals... When you're young, it's not just a trend or a stage in your life: this is the life. (Ah ah, I translated this from french and I swear I didn't realize I was coming back to the title of the song. Makes sense though.)

Photos of My Ancestor

Digging around in the attic, I found these portraits of my ancestor Algar Ebenezer Boulengeman, a trapper on the Great Plains of Canada:

Algar killed two bears today. Small day.

Incidentally (and unrelatedly), I also took some glass ("collodion") photos on the beach in Trouville this afternoon but they weren't good so I won't show them to you.

Thomas takes collodion photos on the beach in Trouville.

Follow the adventures of Thomas the Photographer on his Instagram page (but it's private and you're probably not cool enough to enter).

Who Not How

I'm keeping the English title because the French translation - as is often the case with self-help books - seems to have been written by the traveling quack who sells mercury potions in Little House on the Prairie. Don't pretend: you know exactly who I mean. Or by the villain from "Peter and Eliot the Dragon" who wants to cut up Eliot to make cough syrup.

Bref: Who not How is a book I needed to read.

Because, you see, since I've been making movies, I've gotten into the habit of overdoing too many things. Which has its advantages: it's given me a real knowledge of many aspects of making a film, both technical, human, and administrative. Can't fool me.

But it also has a slew of disadvantages that end up, when you do the math, being far more disabling in the long run:

  • I waste time reinventing the wheel in every area,
  • I become mediocre at a lot of tasks that specialists do infinitely better than I do,
  • Meanwhile, I don't focus on the talents where I could really make a difference.

Hence this idea developed by Dan Sullivan:

Faced with a problem or challenge, stop asking "how do I do it?" but immediately start with "who can help me? Who can I delegate this task to?"

Which is an art, too.

First, clearly define the mission: what are we trying to accomplish? What direction to follow? How do you know when the task is complete?

Then, you have to find the right person and convey the right vision: explain why it's important, show the impact it's going to have, the possibilities that will open up in the future.

Finally - and this is often the hardest - you have to trust them. Don't micro-manage. Let the person you've chosen do what they know how to do in the way they know how. Because if it's the right person, they do it better than you anyway.

Of course, this raises questions about exploitation, subordination, accountability. For it to make sense, the relationship has to be reciprocal: the person you find is your "who" and you have to be theirs. You were looking for their type of profile, they were looking for your type of mission.

For example: I have been writing since childhood. Novels, plays, screenplays. With practice, I've achieved a certain mastery. Now, I regularly meet professionals - cinematographers, actors, set designers, etc. - who have no taste for writing and who are delighted to put their talent at the service of projects written and produced by others. So the benefit to everyone is that, rather than learning how to (mis)use a camera, I focus on what I know how to do and go find the right people for the rest.

It seems obvious. Yet, the first instinct is often to want to do everything yourself. Out of ego, out of a desire for control, out of habit. Because it's not always easy to reach out to others.

For some time now, especially within my production structure, I've been trying to install this new reflex. I don't do anymore: I delegate. And often, it works. The result is much better, the process much more pleasant and less solitary, and the network effect opens new doors. When it doesn't work, it's often because I haven't defined the task properly. Or simply that the mission itself wasn't worth it.

That's how I found an army of young creators from all over the world on Discord to make the 3D sets for my web series Panic in Space. It didn't work out with everyone, but I found two gems, in Brazil and India, that I'll continue to collaborate with.

An important detail: Dan Sullivan, the person behind the premise of "Who not How" didn't write the book himself. He delegated the writing to Benjamin Hardy, author of several personal development books. It became a bestseller.

General vs. President

In sound editing of episode 3 of Panic in Space, my existential webseries of the future. I haven't mentioned it here yet, but it's coming: the editing and 3D sets are done until episode 10. I'm doing the final assembly when I have an hour here and there.

General Éral (me) on a morning after a bender.
Lalao Phan Vax Xua as President of the Union.

The slogan: "The future sucks. But where else to go?"

When do we have the right to swear, for fuck's sake?

At some point, I'll still have to get my fucking movies on my fucking website.

Because you see: I'm a director. So I make fucking movies.

And to promote those fucking movies, I have a fucking website.

And it still doesn't seem aberrant to me to want to put my fucking movies on my fucking website but - for some reason that I really don't give a shit about explaining - I can't do it, for fuck's sake.

I'm aware that the previous passage may sound a bit vulgar.

But actually, it's not. That's because you're not familiar with the rules that govern when one is allowed to swear and when one is not.

For example, I'm allowed to talk about "my fucking movies" because:

Rule #1:You're allowed to swear when you're talking about your own work.

I would never say that about your work. I wouldn't allow myself. Unless it's objectively crap, in which case the following rule applies:

Rule #2: It's okay to swear when talking about other people's work if it's objectively crap.

This is a slippery slope, you might say. After all, how do you know if a work is objectively crappy? How do we know it's not a personal judgment? Simple: call me and I'll tell you. (Spoiler: 99% of everything is crap.)

Same thing: I'm allowed to talk about "my fucking site" because:

Rule #3: We're allowed to swear about technology when it doesn't work.

But we have to be careful because:

Rule #4: It is wrong to swear at nature.

For example, it is wrong to insult an infant, a tree or a puppy. On the other hand, I am allowed to say that the seagull that shat on me the day before yesterday is an asshole because:

Rule #5: It's okay to swear at nature when it shits on you.

Besides, I don't consider "asshole" to be inherently a bad word. To me, an asshole is someone who is neither you nor me when we're talking together. So when you talk about me in my absence, I don't mind if you say:

"Did you read the other asshole's blog? That's some serious shit."

And so, under the rules stated above, you will agree with me that there is absolutely nothing vulgar about the above sentence. Especially if shit on you - which I do.

I Wish I Had Been Jeff Bezos

Going to see the plays of my actor buddies when I was in acting school disgusted me with broke theater, or even theater altogether. Now, I either go to the Comédie Française to see classics, or screw it: I watch Netflix.

So it was more to spend an evening with buddies that I went along for the ride to see Arthur Viadieu's I Wish I Were Jeff Bezos at the Théâtre de Belleville, with my pal Bob Levasseur. I wasn't expecting much. And it lasted an hour and a half.

It became my favorite play in the whole world.

Everything: the subject, the writing, the direction, the acting of all the actors. I didn't want it to stop. I laughed, I was touched, I learned. It restores confidence in creation. Well done friends.

So don't miss them while they are in Belleville.

EDIT: You missed them the first time around? They’re back in Belleville in oct’23!!

Weekend Atmosphere

New rule: when I'm in a hurry, I'll post pictures from the last few days even if they're not inherently interesting. Trouville, as usual.

Bank and waterfront
The Sun at the End of the Boards
Brewery atmosphere

I'm reminded of this quote I often pull out to young creators to relieve them of anxiety when they're starting out (not sure if it helps, but for me, it's reassuring):

"Your first 10,000 photos are your worst photos."
- Henri Cartier-Bresson

Shooting UNESCO Campus

It's been a long time since we worked with UNESCO. Yesterday Campus XXL with 600 students who came to see a preview of the film Whale Nation, by Jean-Albert Lièvre, with the film crew, Jean Dujardin and experts from the Ocean.

Screening of Whale Nation at UNESCO
Interviews in UNESCO hall

Shooting of the day with ChezFilms and Caroline Le Hello as the all-around camera operator.