Dimanche sans / Sunday without / Sunnuntai vailla

<p> <a href="http://lefondetlaforme.net/2012/06/474/" target="_blank">Katso esittely suomeksi</a></p> <p> <em>"</em><em>When a Sunday comes around, you will attach yourself to the sun and listen attentively to the dull tinkling in the air, the wind will carry you out to sea, blown along by the future. A song for all, a coffee just for you. Hold on.</em></p> <p> <em>And to the brutes, to all the insensitive people who smile, you will say: Move back. You’ll say it casually; move back you flies. And then you will hang on to the table, turning your back on them, with a touch that is as soft as the grip is strong, and that is how to protect yourself from dominical melancholy. </em></p> <p> <em>Hang on! Immediate boarding! Close your eyes and dream hard."</em></p> <p>  </p> <p> The book-object deals with Sundays, and especially with Sunday blues — indeed, it seems that more than a half of the people in western countries suffer from a special kind of anxiety or dread on Sundays — and the phenomenon called "Sunday syndrome" often gets worst on Sunday evenings.</p> <p>  </p> <p> <a href="http://www.anuliina.com/kisskiss/3.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://www.anuliina.com/kisskiss/3.jpg"></a></p> <p>  </p> <p> The author of the book, Anuliina Savolainen, started her global Sunday project in Paris in the beginning of 2010. She has organized, together with l'Association Le Fond et La Forme, multidisciplinary happenings and workshops in Paris, on Sundays, dealing with the Sunday syndrome. At these events, artists from different backgrounds had the opportunity to perform, meet and interact: <a href="http://lefondetlaforme.net" target="_blank">http://lefondetlaforme.net</a>. Music, theater play, poetry reading, Sunday trading, projections, even knitting events have been part of the project. We will thank our contributors with some of the fruits of the global project, like the Dimanchettes and other surprises for "Sundays with"... (<a href="http://lefondetlaforme.net/2012/08/522/#more-522" target="_blank">see examples</a>).</p> <p>  </p> <p> This book-object also results from these encounters: Anuliina Savolainen met three other photographers, Jean-Christope Sartoris, Haner Pamukçu and Philippe Lesprit during the project. She started to compose with her texts and the images of the four of them, building a photo-text storyboard. The idea was that the images do not only illustrate the text, and the text does not try to explain the images; instead, they work together for a poetic cohesion, which creates an additional reading dimension. When the translucent sheets came into play, the idea of the "kaleidoscopic book-object" was born.</p> <p> <a href="http://www.anuliina.com/kisskiss/dimanches_2.010.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://www.anuliina.com/kisskiss/dimanches_2.010.jpg"></a></p> <p>  </p> <p>  </p> <p> After a few broken table printers, damaged hard disks, lost negatives found under sofas and nights with glue and scissors, the book-object started to find its shape. Then the art director Maryline Robalo (Studio graphique sans nom &amp; sans figure) added her magic touch to the typographical and graphical aspect of the book. Finally, after a trip to the book printing-house in Istanbul, "Dimanche Sans / Sunday without / Sunnuntai vailla" is ready, just waiting to be printed: 124 pages of which 32 translucent sheets, 35 photos, three chapters. That's where we need your help!</p> <p>  </p> <p> <strong>Credits:</strong> Conception, text, storyboard and photo editing: Anuliina Savolainen. Photos: Philippe Lesprit, Haner Pamucku, Jean-Christophe Sartoris, Anuliina Savolainen. Graphic design and typography: Studio sans nom &amp; sans figure _ Maryline Robalo. Translation into English: Julia McLaren. Translation into Finnish: Anuliina Savolainen. Revision of French texts: Olivier Gallon and Philippe Thiphaine. Publishing consultation: Julie Séguinier (Le Fond et La Forme)</p> <p>  </p> <p> <em>"Sundays without suprises, Sundays with no taste, with enormous people who pass by and leave their clouds of words lying around, a message that says : absolutely.</em></p> <p> <em>Do we have to see all these children, did we absolutely have to go out on any old pretext, to then find ourselves here, looking for them, smelling, digging, tickling the edges, and eggs, eggs everywhere? The potential of the omnipresent egg, no.</em></p> <p> <em>No not that way my little one, you got the wrong number and the wrong day.</em></p> <p> <em>You got the wrong age, wrong storm, it’s not the right war.</em></p> <p> <em>Let me repeat myself : long, grey Sundays, all efforts to hide are in vain, to find, to forget and they say ; careful, the margin is too near, you are too sharp, the egg is too round, but I won’t fall and as I didn’t ask for the surprise, I won’t have a surprise."</em></p> <p> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="375" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/48439469" width="500"></iframe></p>