newstilllifes

Between reverie and passion, still life photographs posted daily from Paris. All texts translated from French by Google. © 2011 Jean Loup Lafont.

Monday, May 7, 2012

If you have followed Newstilllifes.blogspot.com, I hope you will follow the photoblog of Newstilllifes.com...Online from Friday 1st June,2012!

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Labels: A Fresh Start, Newstilllifes.com, Photographic Diary, Pink Peony, Still Life Photography

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Night was falling. I watched clips. I had a few drinks. And then I've spent time to make a new friend.

 
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Labels: Photographic Diary, Pretty Weird Bloke, Rollei SL66, Still Life photograph, To James Ensor

Faced with the colour, the photographer is a child. He fumbles. He's wrong. And, sometimes, he's lucky.

 
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Labels: Colored Dots, Photographic Diary, Pink Car, Still Life Photography, To R. Heinecken

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

A rutted courtyard, dying grasses, some bottles purchased while travelling: ... this is my beautiful studio!

 
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Labels: Dying Grasses, Faded Flowers, Photographic Diary, Semflex, Still Life Photography

Monday, April 30, 2012

Every time I need to reassure myself, I read a poem. I listen to Gluck. And I try to imagine the paradise of my dreams.

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Labels: Christoph Willibald Gluck, How To Feel Reassured, Photographic Diary, Still Life photograph, The Fear Of Dying

Sunday, April 29, 2012

A mystery. On the back of the photo, there is a phone number blackened with a ballpoint pen. And somebody has written : "Call me...T"


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Labels: A Mystery, Photographic Diary, Rollei SL 66, Some Indian Fabrics, Still Life photograph

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The sky turned black. The gulls were silent. I've taken the photo and I went for a beer in front of the North sea.

 
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Labels: Belgian Mood, Listen Ligeti, Photographic Diary, Still Life photograph, Thousand Grays
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Jean-Loup Lafont
Hi, my online friend... For my photos, I use things usually found in the streets. Old dolls, string,fallen leaves collected in the Bois de Boulogne, near my home. My camera is an old Rollei SL 66 Classic loaded with a roll of film Fuji Reala or Kodak 100TMax. I have two lenses : the Planar 2,8/80mm and the Sonnar 4/150mm. First journalist and then DJ, I left everything to live my passions: drawing, writing, photography. For the moment, I've been exhibited three times and published twice.
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  • ▼  2012 (75)
    • ▼  May (4)
      • If you have followed Newstilllifes.blogspot.com, I...
      • Night was falling. I watched clips. I had a few dr...
      • Faced with the colour, the photographer is a child...
      • A rutted courtyard, dying grasses, some bottles pu...
    • ►  April (11)
      • Every time I need to reassure myself, I read a poe...
      • A mystery. On the back of the photo, there is a ph...
      • The sky turned black. The gulls were silent. I've ...
      • This picture reminds me London. My first still lif...
      • Emma had been ballerina in Buenos Aires. She was a...
      • It's the game with Toni, a poet in exile in Ibiza....
      • Some are obsessed by bears. Others, by flowers. In...
      • Old bird, leaves and twigs ... I've always loved ...
      • I can't wait for the summer! Review Kostroma. The ...
      • He hesitates. He gropes. And he often is on the ve...
      • Saturday, talked with Oxana. Of Chekhov. Of Mandel...
    • ►  March (21)
      • The more I photograph the colours, the more I like...
      • The poet for whom I've made the photo lives in Ibi...
      • A surfer on his board, a branch of lilac, an old b...
      • In Oslo, I went out a lot. Black metal concerts.Pu...
      • This book is fascinating. Because of the photos of...
      • In Bern, one evening of boredom, I watched the fal...
      • Sunday at the flea market, seen Kurt. My friend DJ...
      • I've always been attracted to the raw object. The ...
      • Make exist a moment that will never happen again, ...
      • Yesterday's evening, in Paris, I've walked aimless...
      • When I'm down, I have a little trick. Always the s...
      • Some take photos of nude models. Others, of the co...
      • My friend Kurt, Dj in Berlin, wants one of my phot...
      • A giant bug? A gargoyle? The angel of the trees? I...
      • My spring 2012? Listen to reggae. Read some poetry...
      • It was a sunday. My mother had just left in her co...
      • In Ibiza, my friend Pablo, the poet, brought me of...
      • I like the yellowed magazines. The abandoned dolls...
      • Tzaroff, the former boyfriend of my mother looks l...
      • Sweet proposal...I offer a print of my "Red Bunch"...
      • She has given me the leaf. Then, after a smile, sh...
    • ►  February (21)
      • While walking, yesterday, the violent desire to re...
      • By calling, I used to sketch. The same man wearing...
      • In my dream,I arrive in a ghost town. It's the mid...
      • A little bit of cash, a convertible and, of course...
      • When I took the picture, I was single. Far from im...
      • An ink stain, a petal of a rose, a cutting : it's ...
      • I fell in love with a toy car when I was working i...
      • When I'm without ideas of pictures, I only have to...
      • No Photoshop for my doll. She keeps her shadows, h...
      • The playboys have always fascinated me. I like the...
      • Here is my garden, my walk, the aisles where I go ...
      • My life as a studio photographer? A short walk to ...
      • My grandfather said it needed only a second so tha...
      • Last year, I've often looked out of the window. Th...
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