{"id":247,"date":"2014-03-10T16:07:27","date_gmt":"2014-03-10T15:07:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yannbeauvais.com\/?p=247"},"modified":"2014-11-04T14:46:22","modified_gmt":"2014-11-04T13:46:22","slug":"new-york-long-distance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yannbeauvais.com\/?p=247","title":{"rendered":"New York Long Distance"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Remerciements \u00e0 Maureen Turim qui m\u2019a sugg\u00e9r\u00e9 le titre du film.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ce film personnel fait se c\u00f4toyer des repr\u00e9sentations d\u2019une ville avec, sur la bande-son, des fragments autobiographiques. La distance du souvenir. La trace de cette distance fa\u00e7onne autant la m\u00e9moire que les lieux hant\u00e9s par tant d\u2019histoires, et fait voler en \u00e9clats nos rep\u00e8res. \u00c9clats qui induisent un effondrement dans un tourbillon d\u2019affects.<\/p>\n

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\u0152uvre appartenant \u00e0 une collection priv\u00e9e<\/p>\n

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Thanks to Maureen Turim who suggested me the title of the film.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A film about my relationship to New York since 1962. It deals with the distance between a memory and the image of this memory, a distance one always tries to abolish.
\nIn this personal film we see the images of a city from a close distance, with autobiographic fragments on the soundtrack. The distance of recollection. The trace of this distance shapes the memory as much as the places, haunted by so many stories, so that our marks will blow up in a crash. A crash leading to a collapse in a vortex of affects.<\/p>\n

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Um filme sobre a minha rela\u00e7\u00e3o com New York desde 1962. Ele lida com a dist\u00e2ncia entre uma mem\u00f3ria, uma dist\u00e2ncia que sempre tentamos abolir. Neste filme pessoal, vemos as imagens de uma cidade a partir de uma dist\u00e2ncia pr\u00f3xima, com fragmentos autobiogr\u00e1ficos \u00a0na trilha sonora. A dist\u00e2ncia do registro. O tra\u00e7o desta separa\u00e7\u00e3o forma a mem\u00f3ria, tanto quanto os lugares, perseguida por tantas hist\u00f3rias, de modo que nossas marcas v\u00e3o explodir em um acidente. Um acidente levando a um colapso em um v\u00f3rtice de afetos.<\/p>\n

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English translation voice over from the film track.<\/p>\n

Although I arrived in New York the first time by boat, in \u201962, my strongest memory is not of the Statue of Liberty (whose significance I\u2019d come to understand later) but rather of the Roger Smith Hotel which for me had all the characteristics of a palace: the height, the grandeur, the imposing lobby, and then that oh-so-mysterious room: \u00ab\u00a0Ten O Two\u00a0\u00bb which was going to be our home for several weeks before we moved to upstate New York.<\/p>\n

One day in \u201983 coming down Lexington Avenue I noticed that it was right next to Grand Central Station. Was it the memory or the reality that made the splendor, now commonplace, disappear?<\/p>\n

A few blocks further downtown, during a particularly frigid winter, a black man lay shot on the sidewalk. I had come to New York in 76 hoping that distance would blot out the emotional disarray of the end of an adolescent passion.<\/p>\n

Arrivals in New York but also departures are moments out of time, parentheses. Getting off the plane, I\u2019ve always loved to lose myself in this city, in vertiginous discoveries of other spaces: Christopher Street in \u201978, the East Village in \u201982.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t meet my first American lover in New York, but I often saw him there once he had moved back. I stayed with him several times in \u201978, \u201982, and \u201983. He lived in the place formerly occupied by Millenium when it was founded.<\/p>\n

A victim of AIDS, he commited suicide when he\u2019d decided he no longer had the physical strength to go on. He held a going-away party; I called him that night to say good-bye, rather than going to see him for the last time.<\/p>\n

It was in \u201983, staying with Haoui, that I was first confronted by the homeless who were beginning to haunt Second Avenue. Over the years their numbers grew and a new survival economy developed.<\/p>\n

In \u201974, New York summer meant suffocating heat, the family\u2019s break-up, put off for years, was finally accomplished. I was a witness not really involved in the disappearance; had the family ever existed?<\/p>\n

I was upset to meet Patrick on 5th Avenue, he was living in Brooklyn, still painting (houses), and had abandoned his other ambitions. It was the kind of evening one would just as soon avoid. A painful confrontation. A distant echo of a passion of which nothing remained in \u201989 except perhaps a fleeting memory.<\/p>\n

In \u201987, coming back from Buffalo with Miles, I realised that I\u2019d taken this same trip numerous times in \u201962 and \u201974. Each time had been in the summer, but this time the greenery was not any longer a sign of decay and death.<\/p>\n

To know more about New York Long Distance, read\u00a0Scott Hammen\u2019s article<\/a><\/i>\u00a0or readNew York Long Distance\u2019s soundtrack<\/a><\/i>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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