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Flânage in Vienna
Apr. 18th, 2013 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nanilaLast week when we were in Vienna, Humuhumu (my five month old daughter) and I decided to do a spot of flânage. We hopped on the #2 tram from Volkstheater and headed out of the centre of the city. The tram took us past an oddly-shaped mirrored building, below which I’d taken the photo of the dense graffiti by the Danube canal that features in the community icon. I made a mental note of the stop and when we turned around, disembarked there to visit the spot.
Then I remembered that the KunstHausWien was within walking distance and that my cousin had told me of an exhibition of New Yorker Saul Leiter’s photography and painting there. Humuhumu and I found our way to it by dint of my memory and helpful signage. She fell asleep halfway around the exhibit, which allowed me to sit and watch a little of his video biography. I caught the bit where he was talking about why he loved street photography. Here is what he said (may not be verbatim, but is close):
“I like walking, not go anywhere in particular, just to walk. The French have a word for it. I think it’s flâneur or flânage or something like that.”
I thought it was a strange and lovely coincidence.
[Image of a bald baby in a purple snowsuit on her mother's lap, riding the #2 tram in Vienna.]
( Public transport methods bagged )
Then I remembered that the KunstHausWien was within walking distance and that my cousin had told me of an exhibition of New Yorker Saul Leiter’s photography and painting there. Humuhumu and I found our way to it by dint of my memory and helpful signage. She fell asleep halfway around the exhibit, which allowed me to sit and watch a little of his video biography. I caught the bit where he was talking about why he loved street photography. Here is what he said (may not be verbatim, but is close):
“I like walking, not go anywhere in particular, just to walk. The French have a word for it. I think it’s flâneur or flânage or something like that.”
I thought it was a strange and lovely coincidence.
[Image of a bald baby in a purple snowsuit on her mother's lap, riding the #2 tram in Vienna.]
( Public transport methods bagged )
