I’m not an art critic. Or an art lover. Or really an art anything. So when I look through the guide to the Nuit Blanche, I glaze over all the art galleries, dance performances, films, plays, DJs or anything else of the sort. Instead, I concern myself with fun things in the Old Port or anything that’s funny.
But something about this “Art Souterrain” project caused me to want to go there. It was free, it was in a heated environment, and you could walk through it all without waiting in lines, checking your coats or feeling guilty about leaving early. You could spend about 10 seconds at one installation and then move on to the next one. And that’s pretty much what I did.
I entered the underground city through the Palais des Congrès, where I found the first of these guideposts stuck to the ground. They were somewhat helpful at guiding me through the less travelled parts of Montreal’s heated maze, though they didn’t prevent me from getting lost at least once near the Square Victoria metro.
Many of the photos below are presented without captions, simply because I have nothing I can add to them. Despite all this, I still think most art is weird.
My guidebook says these jars of urine were collected over five months by Sophie Juneau.
Some students at UQAM came up with the idea of giving people pillows they could strap to their heads so they could sleep while walking. After the night was over, they’d give back the pillows, get back their deposits, and the pillows would be distributed to Montreal’s homeless. A brilliant idea.
This Cinnabon outlet had the bright idea to stay open during the Nuit Blanche, and got business as a result.
This installation from Mathieu Valade isn’t actually trying to beat any Guinness world record, but got plenty of attention from passers-by who looked up at the ceiling of this corridor near Central Station.
Notice the film from this projector is a giant loop that passes over the staircase.
This was an interesting situation here. People were invited to create T-shirt designs, with some sort of prize going to the winner. It got plenty of people to participate.
Improv at PdA
I decided to make my way to Place des Arts for a 2am improv show. Being an uncultured couch potato, I’ve never actually been in these theatres for a live production (with the exception of a university graduation ceremony at Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier). I went down to Théâtre Jean Duceppe and took a seat with hundreds of people my age to watch some performers think on their feet.
The show was emceed by a guy (left) who looks (from a distance, anyway) like a cross between Patrick Lagacé and Érick Rémy. Turns out its Stéphane Bellavance (who really should have a website I can link to for people to find out more about him).
There. Now I’m cultured for another year.
For more on the Art Souterrain, go here or see Midnight Poutine’s similar photo gallery or this photo gallery.
Can anyone spot the “pirated” software on that bugged out screen?
It’s amazing what passes for art these days.
Glad to see someone liked out film loop enough to blog about it :)
I think we got the most reaction from the Central Station’s security guards, they seemed very concerned by our duct-tape aesthetic :p
I’m glad too, I mean it’s fun seeing our work trough someone else’s eyes. Can’t wait too see the video footage from Moment Factory.