On the occasion of its twentieth anniversary, the demonstration braved the gloomy October skies once more. Wandering through the center of the city.
On Saturday night, not a single drop of rain fell on Paris. In contrast to previous Nuit Blanche events, the capital’s relentless rainstorm defied all predictions. A sizable crowd filled the streets of the City of Light as a result of the unanticipated sweetness of this particular October.
Locals and visitors to the Ile-de-France have strolled along both banks of the Seine to take in the evening’s game of 200 activities, curiosities, and other cultural performances. The clogged streets of Paris have taken on a summery feel, perhaps in response to the evening’s topic, the Garden of Delights by Jérôme Bosch, presented by Austrian program director Kitty Hartl. While we wait for the event’s return, this time in June, Le Figaro shares three experiences that were selected from this evening.
The Institut de France is decorated with 1,000 and one candles on the left bank of the city. Unruly gimps dressed in Grand Siècle attire, done up, and fluffed greet the first wave of expectant guests in the building’s main courtyard. Moliere! The Jealousy of Barbouille, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin’s debut farce, was presented at the French Academy’s headquarters as a quick night’s entertainment. The jovial members of the Oghma company delighted the mandolin strings and the young ones’ eyes with their baroque show. at least at first.
The audience was a little confused by the troupe’s theatrical gags, which were, of course, delivered with vigor in modern French. Two pals take in the show together in the audience. The person who claims to be a former publicity representative for Jean-Pierre Coffe says, “It must be long a whole room like that,” holding a glass of red in one hand. Despite the verb’s difficulty, the children crowded the front row and didn’t miss a single second of the burlesque comedy.
the joy of color
Across the river, the benefits of the Nuit Blanche were less immediate. Place Beaubourg, in front of the City of Paris Museum of Modern Art, has become a sea of people. Families in their entirety, friendship groups, and crowds of tourists gathered in front of the Center Georges-pipes. Pompidou’s The throng was set to witness torrents of colorful froth rising up at any second. She waited a much. The public’s tolerance was put to the test by German visual artist Stéphanie Lüning’s sculpture and fleeting performance, Island of Foam (or “Ile de mousse”).
A child sitting on her father’s shoulders asked, “Why doesn’t the foam come?” A few hundred spectators focus their full concentration on the two enormous tubes in the piazza for thirty endless minutes, which are already stained with the luminous seeds of the first wave. Almost ethereal scene And then the color appeared.
Two pink foam fountains erupt from the ground. They alternate between grapefruit, strawberry, plum, and kiwi in their mesmerizing flood. The less fortunate bystanders behind raise on tiptoe in an effort to benefit from this breathtaking river with fruity hues. Unable to contain her excitement as she finally sees something, a young woman says, “Ah, but it’s definitely better in real life than through a screen.”
a white square in the nighttime
Many would prefer to see less at the Place de l’Hôtel de Ville, a short distance away. The Cube and architect Mariona Benedito created the entertaining Catalan performance, but is he sober? The BZ collective is well-known.
Spectre is a massive piece of pavement that contains 56,000 light diodes. It occasionally appears as a black mass in the night. However, when this volume begins to awaken, onlookers begin to blink in time with the giant’s strobe pulses. The beast growls, its bass filled with force. Flashes of light emerge from its faces in time to music. Their ferocity surprises me.
A drunken teen asks, “What is this thing?” This item is the creators’ homage to the City of Light, evoking “a ballet of vivid energies.” In Paris, the dedication is frantic. Cycle after cycle of acceleration results in cacophony and fury. Epileptics run away. Some people are hypnotized. Some people at the installation’s base bear the whole weight of a light bath. Never has La Nuit blanche been so appropriately called.