Chiharu Shiota at the Templon gallery, the Bar Italia album, Alice Pol’s novel… Madame Figaro’s culture week
An exhibition, an album, a novel: everything the editorial staff advises you to see and read this week.
Chiharu Shiota’s exhibition at the Templon gallery
The spectacular works of Chiharu Shiota, between performance and installation (we remember his red ship sailing in the Japanese pavilion at the 2015 Venice Biennale) are immediately recognizable by the use of braided thread. The memory of things being her favorite theme, she titled her exhibition Memory Under the Skin. Either an installation woven in situ and a set of sculptures that revolve around the idea of clothing as a second skin (above, State of Being). A work that questions existence, even transcendence.
Memory Under The Skinfrom May 24 to July 22, at the Galerie Templon, in Paris.
The Bar Italia album, the pop nugget
Last December, the English Bar Italia played in Paris, at the Bourse de Commerce, as part of the Inrocks Festival: we discovered them then, and the link was immediately made with the “indie” music of the 1980s. deaf and celestial guitars, the same vain shyness, the same intertwined masculine and feminine vocal harmonies: their raw gesture made you want to know more. And now a first album arrives, shrouded in total mystery: the group does not want to talk, tell anything, no interview. The music speaks for them: better sculpted than on stage, it unfolds in a series of pieces led by a soft acid mixture of nervousness and tranquility, as if everything were permanently a question of contradictions to be balanced. Above all, the group’s demanding but direct pop writing reveals something unique, in any case in 2023: faced with productions that are too polished, too complicated, Bar Italia favors a form of transparency, letting the dynamics of the group develop. , the time of sentences which turn with accuracy, navigating instruments in gliding flight to angelic songs sometimes, nicely rough often. If we were a diviner, we would place them in an English line that would start from the Smiths, go back to The XX and land in them, promising them unfailing glory, filled with something divinely restless, subtly pleasant, all freed guitars.
Tracey Denim from Bar Italia, Matador/Beggars.
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Alice Pol’s breathtaking thriller
The one that the public discovered in the films of Dany Boon offers herself a new role of choice, that of writer. Alice Pol unveils her first book, shovel, a breathless thriller, without pompous style effects and with a touch of humor of its own. The story is that of Charlie, a young Parisian captain transferred to a mountain village after a painful criminal investigation that has remained unresolved. In addition to having to get used to her harsh new environment and put up with a buddy as soft as it is messy, she must try to solve the enigma of the mysterious death of a young man. Soon a film adaptation? MG
shovelby Alice Pol, Éditions Robert Laffont, 324 p., €20.