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Meeting with a goddess | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. Meeting with a goddess. It was already night and I still had not found the. Recently arrived in Paris, I had gone to the Louvre, like any tourist worthy of the name. In the closing hours of course! And like any tourist worthy of the name, I had come to see the. But what an idea? I was completely lost in the rooms of the museum! I began to curse the plan I stood. When I came across a couple of rats well dressed. Hello, you also visit the Louvre? Once on ...

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Why can not heritage be fun? | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. Why can not heritage be fun? Mario is a tourist. He glides through the gallery of a museum. Like a fish, he has little motivation because he is afraid of the weight of history. That surrounds him. He wants to quickly reach the exit to take a breather and rest. He tells his friends that everything went well. Maria is a citizen. She encounters every day. She goes past historical monuments. Luigi is a student. However he has no access to heritage. Culture ...

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I’m a naughty one… | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. I’m a naughty one. One day, I took some friends. To a natural history museum on. A " Peacock raid. These friends were always asking me: "Hey! Guido, why do you persist in cultivating yourself? Do you really think people give a damn about discovering a monument or a garden, walking around a museum, and listening to you? What do hundred s. Of hours of blabla and guided tours bring in everyday life. Do your tours help us to cope with hunger, heat or cold?

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Who am I? | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. Hello My name is Guido. And I am a guide. How did I get here? First I was born. And then it was just a succession of nonsensical events. Let me tell you . At five, I was just a dirty turbulent kid. My parents took me to a museum. First the place scared me, and then I bumped into a strange statue of a woman with no arms and an alarm rang so I ran away. Out of curiosity. Why has the woman no arms? Why don't they make her wax arms? Especially bad as the gi...

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The other face of Matisse | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. The other face of Matisse. Tuesday, closing day for many museums . at last! On this sunny afternoon I decided to go to the Louis Vuitton Foundation which is in the zoological gardens of Boulogne near Paris. I had been told that some wonderful works of modern art were exhibited there. Picasso! So I made my way through this great mass of. Glass and steel (15,000 tons of metal, twice as much as for the Eiffel Tower! Someone was playing the violin. Yellow, ...

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With how many senses do we visit an exhibition? | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. With how many senses do we visit an exhibition? Today we grapple with an existential question for all heritage explorers, the question of which parts of our body absorb the contents of a visit? Is it through our eyes? And our hands, they remain in our pockets, our ears are clogged and we have a gas mask on our face? Is an exhibition made only to be seen? In your opinion, how many of our senses are titillated during a visit? Come on, we'll sort it out.

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I'm a friend... | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. I'm a friend. This guy is such a jerk. What? Who do I mean? Why does he annoy me? How did I meet him? Did I ask you something? Well, if you really have time to waste, I'll tell you. One day, I was alone in a museum, admiring a medieval tapestry that illustrates a tournament. What a great life, so cool. But then he comes and ruins everything, that jerk. He comes up right next to me and says:. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Ha-ha, no way! But the colors, are t...

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I'm an epicurean... | Guido's blog

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. I'm an epicurean. You left me cold! You far off, like a big taciturn cat, but you never touched. Me, I didn’t smell. You, I remained deaf. Your clumsy calls, you awoke in me no. But one day, I went to a beautiful swimming pool. In Roubaix. And suddenly, through a very special guided tour. You have made of me your loyal supporter, you transformed me into a ball of yarn, my cat, and with your paws you have turned my five senses. Into a tangled mess. You a...

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Skip to main content. The private life of artworks. A temple for the heroes who have devoted their lives to saving and promoting the World Heritage. 3 reasons to love Germaine Tillion. Enter now, Germaine Tillion! Do us the great honor of being the first guest of our temple of heritage heroes, you, the ethnologist with a hundred lives, who has done more than collect a sensitive and intangible heritage, who has grasped the true meaning of this quest. You will feel yourself at home here. Read more.