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Tuesday, 15 August 2017

This is the end...

© Sybille Castelain, 
12 Aug 2017, Margate, UK
. 
Updated 30/8/17

Miranda Priestly would say “That’s all” and you would freeze in utter panic...

The good news is that someone entered some of my posts into some sort reward / competition and I got selected for a prize / reward in journalism.
I can’t be bothered too much but it’s nice.

I set up this blog to write only about art and culture and I ended up writing about things that were not meant to be here.

Too many years of being copied or strongly imitated by Les Inrocks and possibly by others publication...
Eventually, when newspaper Le Monde via Florian Reynaud used my post on Grenfell Tower... that did it to me! Following my text on silence as a mean of sexism, Reynaud was mocking “innocently” my sexual harassment!

I got so sick, I looked for a razor blade and became so depressed for not finding one... when I sat on my sofa, I had received an email by Samuel B who comforted me: Luc Bronner was going to give me an explanation... He never did! Jérome Fenoglio never did either...

This is the price to pay when women get sexually harassed and fuss about it some 25 years on!
Emmanuel Tellier is a criminal and so is everyone treating him like a poor victim or saying I’m inventing stories, talking rubbish!
There is a huge amount of people in Le Monde following him on Twitter... a lot more than in Les Inrocks / Telerama altogether where he worked / works.

I took a day off (not that I can afford it) and decided while I was away that I should set up another blog to have peace. I did but I still find it disgraceful that I have to re-organise my life in the same way I left France in 1992 (despite being offered jobs at Nova & Les Cahiers du Cinema) mainly because I didn’t want to come across that abusive manipulator!
As long as Les Inrocks don’t admit the ordeal they allowed me to suffer within their premises, my life is going to be hell. I feel dirty!
As such I have also decided, calmly, that there is no point sitting here contemplating people stealing my prose or my ideas;
There is no point in being alive to pay my winter bills while I’ll see from time to time my style in Les Inrocks or Le Monde, or anywhere else;
There is no point in being alive to work in some venture I have no interest just because eventually I’ll have to be a sales assistant or a cleaner as it has been suggested;
There is simply no point in struggling!
Nothing sad now, just fact: 25 years of ongoing harassment; last four years of being stalked online/social network at least! For you, I’m paranoid, crazy and defamatory. OK, you win!

Good job Le Monde, Les Inrocks and whoever for disrespecting people’s work... and past!
Good job Liz Parkinson @ BFI and any PR for discriminating!

Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk


Thursday, 20 July 2017

De Djibouti à Grenfell Tower

© Sybille Castelain
July 2017

Please Le Monde, Les Inrocks and any other publications (Radio Nova, L’Obs, Le HuffPost, Cheek mag) that Matthieu Pigasse “sponsor”. You don’t like my prose, don’t rephrase it. You like it, mention it. Most  small blogs don’t get paid !

La dernière fois que j’avais été témoin d’une ruée humaine vers une denrée comestible, c’était à Djibouti.

Une des plages que nous fréquentions assidument était la plage des Kéké, plus connue sous le nom de la plage d’Ambouli, nom non officiel, mais nommé par le clan militaire du 5ème dont la Gendarmerie faisait partie. Comme nous habitions Ambouli, à côté du club hippique où je montais à cheval, aller à la plage sauvage des Kéké était plus logique.

Il y avait bien évidemment la plage militaire du Héron, que nous côtoyions pendant l’été (en hiver, les températures tombaient vertigineusement à 30ºC) où un soir de chaleur humide à peine ventilée, ma mère nous avait emmenés voir Alien de Ridley Scott. C’était en plein-air et ça rafraichirait avait elle pensé.
Sorti trois-quatre ans plus tôt, un ‘bidasse’ fou de films et de sci-fi avait eu la bonne idée de projeter cet opus… à la stupeur (au final) matriarcale. Mon premier film WTF d’ado avec la sublime Sigourney Weaver… qui contrastait net avec Sophie Marceau dans La Boum de Claude Pinoteau (vu au 5ème la semaine précédente)!
Une plage très hiérarchisée : celle des officiers, des sous-offs qui nous était attribuée, puis celle des bidasses… une crique vulgaire sans abris du soleil.

C’était, parait-il, un chemin emprunté par Henry de Monfreid qui nous dirigeait vers la mer d’Ambouli. A droite de la route, dans ce désert où seuls les Kéké, genre d’acacias épineux, semblaient survivre à l’aridité du paysage, des chèvres chevauchaient ces arbres à épines de la corne de l’Afrique et gueuletonnaient.
Un tableau surréaliste nous était offert auquel s’ajoutait parfois l’absurde social lorsqu’une benne à ordures devançait notre Honda Civic vintage. Nous gardions une certaine distance tant l’odeur était nauséabonde tout en écoutant une K7 de Abba ou de Boney M !

De la gauche, un gang de mômes squelettiques sprintait pour s’agripper au camion et manger ‘à la source’. C’était, pour ses refugiés Ethiopiens, jour de fête… Ces enfants étaient munis de sacs plastiques pour faire le tri des restes à manger et en rapporter à leur famille dès que la benne déverserait ses immondices non loin du camp de migrants qui s’étendait à perte de vue. 
Des dizaines de milliers de personnes avaient fui leur territoire à cause de la sécheresse et de la guerre Somalie-Ethiopie. Elles se retrouvaient dans une jungle caniculaire de tôles et de tissus du côté de la fausse à déchets dans des conditions bestiales.
Ce spectacle ubuesque, à la fois lunaire et solaire, s’est tatoué aux fibres de ma mémoire à jamais.
© Sybille Castelain
Sous la Westway, 18 juin 2017 
sans nounours et petit cheval en peluche

Le 18 juin 2017, j’étais retournée sur le site de la Grenfell Tower. Il faisait une chaleur supportable, mais la vision apocalyptique du lieu donnait la nausée. Les fleurs avaient poussé sur le macadam un peu partout comme pour marquer au stabilo ‘zone sinistrée’ !
La population avait rendez-vous avec la grande dame noircie. Elle jaillissait, meurtrie, à l’improviste au milieu de Bramley Road dans l’ouest 10 de Londres. Celle qui malgré ses 67 mètres de hauteur s’était faite discrète depuis les 70’s. J’ai contourné la tour de Bramley Rd à Whitchurch Road jusqu'à Grenfell Road. Une zone de recueillement, de jouets, de fleurs, d’habits, de nounours, de couches pour bébés, de serviettes hygiéniques, de dentifrices, de lait en boites etc. des sacs plastiques remplis de donations.
Sous la Westway, il n’y avait que très peu de fleurs et beaucoup de sacs. Un ballet de pauvreté prenait place : des gens accroupis fouillaient et se servaient des denrées.
Les rescapés de la Grenfell Tower, trop accablés par le traumatisme de l’incendie meurtrier du 14 juin,  sortaient peu de la salle de sport qui les abritait momentanément et ne s’attardaient pas autour de cette charité laissée pour compte.
Ces personnes affamées, exsangues par un gouvernement Tory rigide et austère étaient au sol à récolter des biens destinés à d’autres victimes. Si elles avaient honte de leur action, leur motivation à s’abreuver était supérieure à ce puissant sentiment d’humiliation. Elles dévalisaient la moindre boite de conserve, la moindre barquette de biscuits, le moindre sachet de thé !

Nous étions ici témoins de deux tragédies sociales dont l’une passe amplement inaperçue. La BBC vient de publier un inventaire des donations : sur à peu près 170 tonnes de dons, 87 tonnes restent encore à trier…
Sous la Westway, 
photo publiée par Le Monde le 21 juin 2017 

Jamais je n’aurais cru qu’un jour j’assisterais à un tel spectacle de famine en dehors d’un pays ‘en voie de développement’. Ce qui était alors réservé à l’Afrique (ou à un autre continent non privilégié) est aujourd’hui aux portes de l’Europe… à Londres d’un Brexit en fleurs !


Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

[PERFORMANCE / EXHIBITION] Trajal Harrell: Hoochie Koochie @ Barbican from 20 July to 13 August 2017

Judson Church is ringing in Harlem (Made to Measure), 
2012 from 20 Looks or Paris is Burning 
@ the Judson Church Series – Paula Court

Please Le Monde, Les Inrocks and any other publications (Radio Nova, L’Obs, Le HuffPost, Cheek mag) that Matthieu Pigasse “sponsor”, feel free to rephrase / rape this piece!

Breakfast preview today @ Barbican for Trajal Harrell: Hoochie Koochie.
We were lucky today to witness Trajal Harrell’s work in the Barbican Art Gallery. I have a few fav: Antigone, The Conspiracy of Performance (highly inspired by Jean Baudrillard’s Conspiracy of Art) and The Return of La Argentina, but of course you will see Caen Amour and other performances. You can buy a ticket for a specific day and you will be able to go and leave as you please.

Performing in Trajal Harrell: Hoochie Koochie are an ensemble of dancers, including Titilayo Adebayo, Jonathon Luke Baker, Camille Durif Bonis, Antonio Branco, Jia-Yu Corti, Rob Fordeyn, Thibault Lac, Christopher Matthews, Perle Palombe, Davon Rainey, Owen Ridley-Demonick, Carlos Maria Romero, Jayson Patterson, Alma Toaspen, Songhay Ismael Toldon, Christina Vassiliou, Ondrej Vidlar.
Every Thursday to Sunday; 20 – 23 July; 27 – 30 July; 3 – 6 Aug; 10 – 13 Aug 2017
Thurs & Fri: 2pm – 9pm; Sat & Sun: 12pm – 6pm

TALKS
Trajal Harrell in Conversation: The Historical Imagination
Wednesday 2 August, 7pm, Frobisher Auditorium 2
A rare opportunity to hear Trajal Harrell in conversation with writer and critic Francesca Gavin  for an insightful introduction to his work, life experiences and inspiration. Tickets £10

Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk

Other exhibitions in London =

Sorry Barbican, I’ll hopefully complete this piece more seriously but due to plagiarism / competition from French publications, I am getting really tired.
Here is an explanation:



Here is a statement:
Recently, I was surprised to read my article on Grenfell Tower fire in the respectable Le Monde newspaper (21 June 2017).
However, the article was signed by a young man Florian Reynaud. I say ‘young man’ not as opposed to ‘old lady’, but to stress (French) media attention to youth and male reporters / journalists.

After sending a few emails to high rank position holders Luc Bronner & Jérôme Fenoglio @ Le Monde (still unanswered to this day), I wrote a piece related to sexism via silence while mentioning my activities in London, a city I have lived in since mid 90’s: http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/silence-sexist-way-of-behaving.html
Am I not more legitimate to write on Grenfell than this young man? Could my gender and age be a real issue?

On 10 July, I watched vidéo de Prenons La Une (posted in March 2016) where Luc Bronner is invited to talk about women’s position in the [FR] media. He admits that equality is still a work in progress, adding that expert women on specific topics are rare. They are more commonly seen in the news as victims. In his honest view, I wonder in what field is Florian Reynaud an expert? How could he be an expert on Grenfell if he seems to copy-paste (BBCThe Guardian, my blog), translate?

On 23 September 2017, editor in chief Katharine Viner @ The Guardian is a guest on Post Truth Politics for Le Monde
Are women over 45 years old more tolerated and welcome if they hold a ‘glam’ work position? Are women taken more seriously in order to cover up male editors who fall ‘victims’ of their sexism? Passed 45 years old, can an unemployed female journalist hope to be published in a mainstream media?
[These questions are also valid for people who are disabled, non white or LGBTI]

Le Monde is not the only one to pillage my blog (their silence leaves an open door to discomfort).
Matthieu Pigasse owns also Les Inrocks who have helped themselves on my ideas / articles on the London cultural city since I’ve started to e-publish myself… covering same topics, visiting same galleries / museums (London has so many of them). As if the English capital was a small town where little was happening!
Worse thing is young journalists copy a woman who could be their mother... I am therefore rejuvenating their weekly paper’s image! If only they could focus on Paris... Surely, there must be some happenings there?

Shame Luc Bronner has been ignoring my emails! Shame he seems to protect himself on the sexism issue by RT / follow (young) women since my emails!

Elitism luxury, media power should also give courage to communicate, reassure... preventing from provoking distress! Courage is not about simply worshipping Simone Veil or Virginie Despentes. It should also be about imitating these women / taking a stance... Courage shouldn’t be about using women as a shield against its guilty conscience! Hello Luc Bronner / Jérôme Fenoglio and anybody at Les Inrocks!


Sybille Castelain

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Dear Clara Tellier Savary,

Version Française ici

Are you Emmanuel Tellier’s daughter? (Télérama and ex Inrocks)

In 2012, after realising my name was in Les Inrocks networks, I asked to be explained.
Actually, I didn’t really mind being in the ‘wild’, I have no issues with my opinions and mistakes I make. Although I have to admit I’d rather be right. But I had enough of Les Inrocks constant pettiness.

Pretty quickly, the person from this pseudo-cultural magazine with whom I corresponded forwarded my email to you. It is your smooth-talking that got me to think you were Emmanuel Tellier’s daughter... Ready-Made talk!

As my friends explained to me, it is impossible to jump from a fake name on social network to a real name. It took you 10 days to correct! No excuses.
Convinced I was an idiot, you gave me you Gmail and mobile... As if! Did you really think I was going to get in touch with you privately?

You must have been damned motivated. Your father, the very one who sexually harassed me between 1991-1992 when I worked for the then bi-monthly magazine, must have told you I was spreading the news around about him wanting blow-jobs from me...
So disgusted, I had to leave for the constant humiliation I was subjected to (http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.com/2015/05/le-diable-ecoute-smiths.html). Disgusted I had to leave a magazine I had been reading since 1986.

And the likes of JD Beauvallet, Christophe Conte, Renaud Monfourny, Jais Frédéric Elalouf, Gaelle Massicot-Bitty, Carole Boinet, Fleur Burlet, Pierre Siankowski, Panayotis Pascot, Julien Planté… media peeps who have no shame to say I have been talking nonsense for two decades and who have strong evidence with whatever mistakes I commit, validating their denial...

In 2008, I met an ex-Inrocks who asked if I ever had problems with your father. I said ‘Yes’! First time ever I managed to ‘speak’ about it. I was heard and believed and I changed topic.

Do you know why I never said anything?
Shame was not the only reason! When I resigned from Les Inrocks, your mother was pregnant. With you? I shut up because of her and child/ren she had with your crook father! It must be a woman thing... protecting a woman and her offspring...

Silent until May 2015 where I had to express myself. Because for some funny reasons, there was a sort of an ongoing machination, orchestration taking place acting to discredit me...

In december 2015, Les Inrocks emailed me
to offer me a Telerama subscription...
One of their ongoing actions!

Do you know why you replied to me in 2012?
Because you wanted to exculpate your father! How could you exculpate him since I said nothing? From what you had been told, from that implicitly owned up sexual harassment committed by these misogynists, sexists, abusive guys who thought they were on a defensive mode but actually sold their crime...

Today, Luc Bronner, Jérôme Fenoglio from the respectable Le Monde (http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.com/2017/06/silence-sexist-way-of-behaving.html) are ensuring a continuity of discredit to protect your father. Your fucking around of a father! They even give an exposure for your publishing outlet and I have no doubt you are already fishing into my blog...

And since you read my blog...
Where are you at in your young girl life, daughter of? I feel sorry for you. I have been extremely lucky to know at a very young age that my dad was a bastard. It takes a long time as an adult to heal but I really believe that WWII is the cause of what he is and what he will never cease to be.


Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk

Chère Clara Tellier Savary,

English version here

Es-tu la fille d’Emmanuel Tellier ? (Télérama et ex Inrocks)

En 2012, après avoir vu mon nom sur les réseaux des Inrocks, j’ai demandé des explications.
En fait, ça ne me dérangeait pas de voir mon nom, j’assume mes opinions, mes erreurs, même si je dois bien l’avouer je préfère avoir raison ! La mesquinerie Inrocks me saoulait !
Très rapidement, la personne de ce magazine soi-disant culturel avec qui j’ai échangé t’a forwarded mon email et c’est ton baratin, ta façon d’enrober l’erreur Inrocks de m’avoir mise sur leur réseau que j’étais persuadée d’avoir à faire à la maison Made In Tellier…

Comme me l’expliquaient des amis plus tard, c’est impossible de passer d’un pseudo à un nom et prénom. 10 jours tu as mis pour corriger ‘l’erreur’ ! Aucune excuse.
Non contente de me prendre pour une idiote, tu m’as donnée ton adresse Gmail et ton portable… Espérais-tu vraiment que je te contacte en privé ?

Tu devais être sacrement motivée. Ton père, celui qui m’a sexuellement harcelée entre 1991 et 1992 lorsque je travaillais pour ce magazine alors bimestriel, avait dû te dire que j’avais parlé à tout le monde des pipes qu’il me réclamait…
Il a fallu que je parte tant j’étais écœurée de ce que j’avais subi comme humiliation (http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.com/2015/05/le-diable-ecoute-smiths.html), dégoutée de partir d’un magazine que j’avais tant lu dès 1986.

Et les JD Beauvallet, Christophe Conte, Renaud Monfourny, Jais Frédéric Elalouf, Gaelle Massicot-Bitty, Carole Boinet, Fleur Burlet, Pierre Siankowski, Panayotis Pascot, Julien Planté… tous ces gens dans les medias pour qui je raconte n’importe quoi depuis deux décennies ont des preuves irréfutables… Ils recherchent chaque erreur de ma part pour valider leur déni…

En 2008, j’ai rencontré un ex Inrocks qui me demandait si j’avais eu des problèmes avec ton père. J’ai répondu ‘oui’ ! Pour la première fois, j’en ‘parlais’.
Un ‘oui’ simplement, mais un ‘oui’ entendu et cru ! Et puis, j’ai vite changé de sujet.

Sais-tu pourquoi je n’ai jamais rien dit ?
Ce n’est pas que la honte qui m’a fait taire ! En partant des Inrocks, ta mère était enceinte. De toi ? Je me suis tue pour elle et pour les / l’enfant/s qu’elle a eu avec ta crapule de père ! Ҫa doit être un truc de femme… protéger une femme et sa progéniture.

Tue jusqu’en mai 2015 où il a bien fallu que je m’exprime. Parce qu’étrangement il y avait cette machination, cette orchestration qui me décrédibilisait constamment …

En décembre 2015, Les Inrocks m'invitent
à m'abonner à Telerama...
Une de leurs actions samourai !

Sais-tu pourquoi tu m’as répondue en 2012 ?
Parce que tu voulais réhabiliter ton père ! Le réhabiliter de quoi puisque je n’avais rien dit ? De ce qu’on t’avait dit, de ce harcèlement sexuel avoué implicitement parce que ces misogynes, sexistes, abuseurs croyaient faire de la prévention et se sont vendus…

Aujourd’hui, ce sont les Luc Bronner, Jérôme Fenoglio (http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.com/2017/06/silence-sexist-way-of-behaving.html) du respectable quotidien Le Monde qui prennent la relève pour protéger ton père. Ton queutard de père ! Et qui font de la pub pour tes éditions qui surement se servent de mon blog…

Et puisque tu lis mon blog…
Où en es-tu dans ta vie de jeune femme, de fille de ? Je te plains.
J’ai eu cette grande chance d’avoir su, petite, que mon père était un salaud. Ҫa prend du temps, en grandissant de panser cette blessure, mais je crois que le Seconde Guerre Mondiale a fait de lui ce qu’il est et continuera d’être.


Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk

Friday, 14 July 2017

[EXHIBITION] Soul of a Nation: art in the age of Black Power till 22 October 2017

© 2017 The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, Inc. /
Artists Right Society (ARS), New York and DACS, London

Please Le Monde, Les Inrocks and any other publications (Radio Nova, L’Obs, Le HuffPost, Cheek mag) that Matthieu Pigasse “sponsor”, feel free to rephrase / rape this piece!

Tate Modern left me an open press pass to visit Soul of a Nation: art in the age of Black Power. So, I went today.
Many interesting artists. I really like Senga Nengudi’s Internal II (1975 – 2015).
She uses tights – once a standard western marker of femininity and professionalism. Tights were mainly rejected by Black American women for whom the standard flesh tone was a reminder of a white standard of beauty. Black women appreciating their own skin tones challenge convention.

Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk

Other exhibitions in London =

Sorry Tate Modern, I’ll hopefully complete this piece more seriously but due to plagiarism / competition from French publications, I am getting really tired.
Here is an explanation:

Past sexual harassment is one of the reasons Les Inrocks are stepping into my work



Here is a statement:
Recently, I was surprised to read my article on Grenfell Tower fire in the respectable Le Monde newspaper (21 June 2017).
However, the article was signed by a young man Florian Reynaud. I say ‘young man’ not as opposed to ‘old lady’, but to stress (French) media attention to youth and male reporters / journalists.

After sending a few emails to high rank position holders Luc Bronner & Jérôme Fenoglio @ Le Monde (still unanswered to this day), I wrote a piece related to sexism via silence while mentioning my activities in London, a city I have lived in since mid 90’s: http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/silence-sexist-way-of-behaving.html
Am I not more legitimate to write on Grenfell than this young man? Could my gender and age be a real issue?

On 10 July, I watched vidéo de Prenons La Une (posted in March 2016) where Luc Bronner is invited to talk about women’s position in the [FR] media. He admits that equality is still a work in progress, adding that expert women on specific topics are rare. They are more commonly seen in the news as victims. In his honest view, I wonder in what field is Florian Reynaud an expert? How could he be an expert on Grenfell if he seems to copy-paste (BBCThe Guardian, my blog), translate?

On 23 September 2017, editor in chief Katharine Viner @ The Guardian is a guest on Post Truth Politics for Le Monde
Are women over 45 years old more tolerated and welcome if they hold a ‘glam’ work position? Are women taken more seriously in order to cover up male editors who fall ‘victims’ of their sexism? Passed 45 years old, can an unemployed female journalist hope to be published in a mainstream media?
[These questions are also valid for people who are disabled, non white or LGBTI]

Le Monde is not the only one to pillage my blog (their silence leaves an open door to discomfort).
Matthieu Pigasse owns also Les Inrocks who have helped themselves on my ideas / articles on the London cultural city since I’ve started to e-publish myself… covering same topics, visiting same galleries / museums (London has so many of them). As if the English capital was a small town where little was happening!
Worse thing is young journalists copy a woman who could be their mother... I am therefore rejuvenating their weekly paper’s image! If only they could focus on Paris... Surely, there must be some happenings there?

Shame Luc Bronner has been ignoring my emails! Shame he seems to protect himself on the sexism issue by RT / follow (young) women since my emails!

Elitism luxury, media power should also give courage to communicate, reassure... preventing from provoking distress! Courage is not about simply worshipping Simone Veil or Virginie Despentes. It should also be about imitating these women / taking a stance... Courage shouldn’t be about using women as a shield against its guilty conscience! Hello Luc Bronner / Jérôme Fenoglio and anybody at Les Inrocks!

Sybille Castelain 


Thursday, 13 July 2017

[Exhibition] Plywood: Material of the Modern World @ V&A from 15 July to 12 November 2017

Armchair, Alvar Aalto, 1930, Finland. 
© Alvar Aalto Museum. 
Photograph Victoria and Albert Museum, London

Please Le Monde, Les Inrocks and any other publications (Radio Nova, L’Obs, Le HuffPost, Cheek mag) that Matthieu Pigasse “sponsor”, feel free to rephrase / rape this piece!

Yesterday, I went to V&A preview for Plywood: Material of the Modern World.
A very interesting exhibition on the eclectic history of plywood.
I really like the surfboards (1965), skateboards (1959-60 + 1969 + 1975 + 1989 + 1991), belly boards (1934).
But there are planes, boats, chairs, cars, etc. It’s a small exhibition and it’s free.

Sybille Castelain sybillecastelain@yahoo.co.uk


Sorry V&A, I’ll hopefully complete this piece more seriously but due to plagiarism / competition from French publications, I am getting really tired.
Here is an explanation:

Past sexual harassment is one of the reasons Les Inrocks are stepping into my work



Here is a statement:
Recently, I was surprised to read my article on Grenfell Tower fire in the respectable Le Monde newspaper (21 June 2017).
However, the article was signed by a young man Florian Reynaud. I say ‘young man’ not as opposed to ‘old lady’, but to stress (French) media attention to youth and male reporters / journalists.

After sending a few emails to high rank position holders Luc Bronner & Jérôme Fenoglio @ Le Monde (still unanswered to this day), I wrote a piece related to sexism via silence while mentioning my activities in London, a city I have lived in since mid 90’s: http://babylondonorbital.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/silence-sexist-way-of-behaving.html
Am I not more legitimate to write on Grenfell than this young man? Could my gender and age be a real issue?

On 10 July, I watched vidéo de Prenons La Une (posted in March 2016) where Luc Bronner is invited to talk about women’s position in the [FR] media. He admits that equality is still a work in progress, adding that expert women on specific topics are rare. They are more commonly seen in the news as victims. In his honest view, I wonder in what field is Florian Reynaud an expert? How could he be an expert on Grenfell if he seems to copy-paste (BBCThe Guardian, my blog), translate?

On 23 September 2017, editor in chief Katharine Viner @ The Guardian is a guest on Post Truth Politics for Le Monde
Are women over 45 years old more tolerated and welcome if they hold a ‘glam’ work position? Are women taken more seriously in order to cover up male editors who fall ‘victims’ of their sexism? Passed 45 years old, can an unemployed female journalist hope to be published in a mainstream media?
[These questions are also valid for people who are disabled, non white or LGBTI]

Le Monde is not the only one to pillage my blog (their silence leaves an open door to discomfort).
Matthieu Pigasse owns also Les Inrocks who have helped themselves on my ideas / articles on the London cultural city since I’ve started to e-publish myself… covering same topics, visiting same galleries / museums (London has so many of them). As if the English capital was a small town where little was happening!
Worse thing is young journalists copy a woman who could be their mother... I am therefore rejuvenating their weekly paper’s image! If only they could focus on Paris... Surely, there must be some happenings there?

Shame Luc Bronner has been ignoring my emails! Shame he seems to protect himself on the sexism issue by RT / follow (young) women since my emails!

Elitism luxury, media power should also give courage to communicate, reassure... preventing from provoking distress! Courage is not about simply worshipping Simone Veil or Virginie Despentes. It should also be about imitating these women / taking a stance... Courage shouldn’t be about using women as a shield against its guilty conscience! Hello Luc Bronner / Jérôme Fenoglio and anybody at Les Inrocks!

Sybille Castelain