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Page 11: Semi-professional Badminton in Reading, Bershire, England. Revenge on my asthmatic past. I have much fewer asthma attacks thanks to Pulmicort. Thank you, modern medicine!
And, I paint on my slides, too.



Reading, Berkshire is basically halfway between London and Oxford.
Here, Oxford when I returned in April 2013 for the wedding of my friend Paul Cooper, a great press photographer.
Near Lechlale, where I took this incredible panoramic of a storm.




I painted on my slides. Here, a landscape in Udine, Italy.

What physics is, by Christian Fournier, in simple, visual terms.
Picture the well-known experiment : a spring hung from a support. You add weights onto the bottom of the spring and you measure its length.
You draw a graph with the extension in cm along the x-axis and the weight T in kg on the y-axis.
You take a lot of measurements and realize that the points create a straight line.
The extension is proportional to the weight. We can write its equation: T = K x where T is the total force of the mass applied to the spring, and k : the spring constant representing the stiffness of the spring and x its extension.
It is a linear equation (not a square or anything else like that).
We can calculate K, the stiffness constant of the spring. Each spring has its own K.
That’s all well and good, but ...
That means that if I give you a spring and I tell you that its stiffness constant is 13, then you can figure out, without any experiment necessary, that if you put a 1.45kg weight on the end of the spring it will extend by x = T/k = 1.45 / 13 = 0.11cm
This type of extrapolation helps in physics, among other things.
I hope this motivates you to learn more.



Ah ! Si je savais jouer de la guitare Comme je serai heureux.
J’aime tant le son chaleureux d’une belle guitare Bien accordée.
Et je pourrais chanter aussi. Ce qui ne gâcherait rien. Je chante si bien. J’aime tant chanter.
Je pourrais chanter mes poèmes à ma petite amie. Je pourrais jouer avec les copains dans les groupes.
Et je serais pas con. Et je serais heureux.
Mais voila, j’arrive jamais à foutre mes doigts où il faut sur ses maudites cordes.

Poème (au cas où cela ne soit pas évident) de Christian Fournier



Ah! If only I knew how to play guitar How happy I would be
How much I adore the warm sound of a well-tuned guitar
I could sing too. It wouldn’t ruin anything. I sing so well. I so love to sing.
I could sing my poems to my girlfriend. I could play with friends in a band.
And I wouldn’t be stupid. And I would be happy.
But alas, I can never get my bloody fingers on the right godforsaken strings.)
Poem (in case it wasn’t obvious) by Christian Fournier

La science nous apprend à penser rationnellement
Science teaches us to think rationally

Picasso, femme qui pleure. Magnificent.

CAVANNA : “Le moi est haïssable” Pascal. “J’emmerde Pascal” Moi.

CAVANNA : “The ego is hateful” Pascal. “I hate Pascal” The ego.

Ansel Adams : “You don’t take a photograph, you make it.”


November 1976 Raphaël Christian Fournier 133 London Road, Reading, Bershire.
Dear Claude
I just got your letter, I’m touched. I agree with your girlfriend: freedom is important but love… ah…
Happiness doesn’t exist in an ideal, stable state, it is a constant struggle with the smile. I’ll autograph that one for you, Raphaël Christian FOURNIER.
Right now I am quite alone, so I profess my philosophical reflections to my hat. The hat listens wisely, not you. I am always studying many things, going from one end of town to the other, from one school to another, on my bicycle. I’m happy to keep learning new things. I’m an intellectual, you see, but not a good-for-nothing, no Sir.
I have some tricky financial problems, and my artistic creations suffer from it. Photography isn’t cheap. A shame that I lose so much of my life to earn a living. I think about Boris Vian, his misery, his solitude and his love of life. Although that guy was a real genius and he knew it, the lucky bastard!
Thankfully I am tenacious. It’s not the end of the world, even if it’s the end of a full stomach for a while.
I’ve started to have it up to here with the British economy. You’ve got to remain respectful, but to be honest I was thinking of a change of scenery.
I haven’t found a moment’s peace. Reids, the photo company where I was working in April, May, June, and July, are throwing a wrench into everything because I left them without a valid reason. What about my freedom? Freedom. I tell them to piss off.
Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve had no luck finding a job.
For your sentimental problems, I sympathize, but I think you’re relationships are too complex, like your power relations. At least, that’s what I get by reading your letter, even reading in between the lines, which is easy because you write so big.
Maybe that’s just my impression. Is it?
Well if you still get hard, that’s the most important, so nothing is lost.
Enfin si tu bandes encore, c'est l'essentiel, rien et donc perdu.
Formula for nobly born souls : CAPES + Maîtrise “with one broken leg. I’ll let the students try this one at home themselves. Use the theorem of experience and the axiom of life.” Corollary : as long as you have your health, you have hope
Another thing: you don’t need to write my happy letters, I can tickle myself.
Another thing 2: I don’t know what you mean by “chiot”, other than “puppy”, and none of my English-Italian, English-Norwegian or English-Glo know either.
I’m counting on your cooking, mine is horrible : English.
I have some beautiful photos for you. I am very happy to have a friend over there in Bapaume, especially one that isn’t too stupid. Your letter was great.
Ciao. RChF.



The two little triangular notches on the left side in the middle are Hasselblad’s signature.

One definition of a professional photographer: a “pro” doesn’t show his bad photos.

Buying a camera doesn’t make you a photographer. It makes you the owner of a camera.

A hand changes everything!


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