{"id":1042,"date":"2011-04-30T18:42:01","date_gmt":"2011-04-30T16:42:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tikopia.wordpress.com\/?p=867"},"modified":"2011-04-30T18:42:01","modified_gmt":"2011-04-30T16:42:01","slug":"la-fille-de-papier-a-amsterdam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2011\/04\/la-fille-de-papier-a-amsterdam\/","title":{"rendered":"la fille de papier \u00e0 Amsterdam"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"JUSTIFY\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tikopia.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/04\/cartepostalpapier.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-874\" style=\"margin-top:5px;margin-bottom:5px;\" title=\"CartePostalPapier\" src=\"http:\/\/tikopia.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/04\/cartepostalpapier.jpg?w=131\" alt=\"\" width=\"131\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>La journ\u00e9e avait \u00e9t\u00e9 \u00e9touffante. J\u2019avais v\u00e9cu recluse et concentr\u00e9e sur mon reportage. Il y avait quelque chose d\u2019\u00e9trange dans l\u2019air. Alors que je mangeais machinalement mon sandwich au bord d\u2019un canal, une nu\u00e9e d\u2019ampoules \u00e9lectriques passa, brillant dans le soleil couchant. Je saisis mon appareil photo et pris des clich\u00e9s \u00e0 la vol\u00e9e. On verra au d\u00e9veloppement.<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">J\u2019entrai ensuite avec appr\u00e9hension dans le quartier rouge d\u2019Amsterdam qui \u00e9tait calme en cette saison \u00e0 cause de l\u2019absence de touristes. Je fis comme pr\u00e9vu dans mes rep\u00e9rages lors des nuits pr\u00e9c\u00e9dentes. Les filles semblaient ailleurs ce soir, comme pas concern\u00e9es et press\u00e9es que cela finisse.<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">Et puis il y a eu cette fille, jamais vue avant, dans une vitrine parsem\u00e9e de papiers froiss\u00e9s, si vivante, si attirante. Son bikini de papier semblait fragile et infranchissable en m\u00eame temps. J\u2019ai pris plusieurs clich\u00e9s de ces diff\u00e9rentes poses \u2013 heureusement que j\u2019\u00e9tais accr\u00e9dit\u00e9e \u2013 et, une fraction de seconde, l\u2019expression d\u2019une tristesse fantastique passa sur son visage.<a href=\"http:\/\/tikopia.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/04\/filledepapier.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-875\" style=\"margin:5px;\" title=\"FilleDePapier\" src=\"http:\/\/tikopia.files.wordpress.com\/2011\/04\/filledepapier.jpg?w=150\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"130\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">Cette photo me fait toujours autant pleurer que le soir-m\u00eame en rentrant \u00e0 l\u2019h\u00f4tel sur le Herengracht.<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\"><em>image aussi visible sur <a title=\"Isartpostal\" href=\"http:\/\/isartpostal.aminus3.com\/image\/2011-04-22.html\" target=\"_blank\">Isartpostal<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La journ\u00e9e avait \u00e9t\u00e9 \u00e9touffante. J\u2019avais v\u00e9cu recluse et concentr\u00e9e sur mon reportage. Il y avait quelque chose d\u2019\u00e9trange dans l\u2019air. Alors que je mangeais machinalement mon sandwich au bord d\u2019un canal, une nu\u00e9e d\u2019ampoules \u00e9lectriques passa, brillant dans le soleil couchant. Je saisis mon appareil photo et pris des clich\u00e9s \u00e0 la vol\u00e9e. On &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/2011\/04\/la-fille-de-papier-a-amsterdam\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continuer la lecture<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> de &laquo;&nbsp;la fille de papier \u00e0 Amsterdam&nbsp;&raquo;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2,6,14,29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1042","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art-postal","category-fragments-dune-histoire","category-micro-fictions","category-textes-courts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5H0vD-gO","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1042","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1042"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1042\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1042"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1042"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.xaviergalaup.net\/tikopia\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1042"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}