In A Stormy Day Of 2007, Abbas Kiarostami Decided To Escape From Teheran: “I Packed My Bag Without

In a stormy day of 2007, Abbas Kiarostami decided to escape from Teheran: “I packed my bag without forgetting my camera and digital video camera. The rain keeps falling from yesterday dotted by lightening, this will not change my decision”. Inside the car, the Iranian filmmaker takes shots of urban and rural landscapes. This series of pictures shows us throughout the flowing of rain on the windscreen, high silouettes of soacked trees, and the trembling lights of cars or a yellow wall of the street side. Coloured images in which greys and blacks predominate, like paintings. Filmmaker, photographer and poet, Abbas Kiarostami was born 22 June 1940 in Tehran, is known since the early 1990s as on of the most important director of contemporary cinema. Palme d'Or at Cannes in 1997 for “Tam-e gilas” (Taste of Cherry), two years later he received the Grand Special Jury Prize at the Venice Film Festival for “Bad ma ra khahad bord” (The Wind Will Carry Us). His photos have been exhibited worldwide, including London, Victoria & Albert Museum and New York, MoMA, or, in 2007-2008, the Centre Pompidou in Paris and in five Chinese cities. x

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