MEETING
CHARLIE PARR A FILM BY FRANÇOIS-XAVIER DUBOIS CHARLES DUBOIS JULIEN BERTRAND NICOLAS REVERCHON

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I . First step

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Wednesday. Everything begins today.

In a little more than an hour, our first interview will take place.

Out of the window of our small flat in Brooklyn, clouds begin to appear in the sky.

 

We’ve been here for two days, more or less, I’m not sure. The time difference is quite disorienting still. Two days spent constantly exploring one of the most famous cities in the world: New York.

 

We have settled down in Bushwick, in the midst of Brooklyn and the Porto Rican Community. In the morning, as we wake up, we can hear the Merengue music coming from the barbershop across the street. The setting consists of simple houses of only two stories, a combination of rather weather-beaten wooden frontages and small adjoining red-brick houses. Spanish is spoken as much as English in the conversations we overhear.

 

To go “downtown”, we have to take Line M, a typical New York wrought iron aerial line, passing through various neighbourhoods. As we approach East River, just before reaching Williamsburg Bridge, we can see enormous brick buildings pointing at the sky. At that same moment, through the window of the metro, a teeming bee-hive of a city appears: Manhattan.

The energy emanating from this place is truly magical for any traveller who comes across it.

 

Not only the city is renowned for its gigantic architecture and impressive because of its urban sprawl, but it’s also an incredible social place, a place with a spontaneous touch, a spontaneity which each one of its inhabitants seems to sport.

 

At first, our relationship to New York is very weird. We are under the constant impression that we’re evolving through a familiar setting. Little by little, this sensation evaporates. We then realise that if the city has appeared in so many films, it may be because life literally swarms here. Like a giant mosaic which we never get tired of.

At sunset, we find ourselves walking around the southern part of the city. We then listen to a joyful brass band in Washington Square. At night, as the city bathes in lights, we lose ourselves in its magic.

 

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