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With this year's Game Developers Conference in San Francisco
complete, organizers have been collecting the event's substantial volume of visual documentation.
This volume chronicles the Game Developers Conference's expansive expo floor as well as the
star-studded Game Developers Choice Awards ceremony, featuring big winner Naughty Dog
(Uncharted 2), host Warren Spector, special award recipients Gabe Newell, John Carmack,
and Penny Arcade, and more.
These photographs highlight moments and personalities from this year's Game Developers Choice
Awards ceremony, drawn from the considerable official GDC photo archive.
Ceremony host Warren Spector (Deus Ex, Epic Mickey) sets a serious tone for the
evening's proceedings.
"Now we have won all the awards," the Naughty Dog team could have said with relative accuracy,
after picking up wins for Game of the Year, Best Writing, Best Technology, Best Visual Arts, and
Best Audio.
Penny Arcade guys Mike Krahulik (l), Jerry Holkins (c), and Robert Khoo (r) are extremely
satisfied with their Ambassador Award.
Runic Games' Travis Baldree (l) and Max Schaefer are pretty pleased with themselves for earning
Torchlight the Best Debut Game award, because they've totally made video games before.
id Software's John Carmack (Doom, Rage) is an extraordinarily smart man.
"Valve's Gabe Newell (Half-Life, Portal) is one swell guy," said Chris Hecker
(Spore, SpyParty) while introducing the Valve co-founder.
...and then Gabe Newell successfully trolled the entire Game Developers Conference. (The above
blue screen of death was the second of three that he
showed, and is part GlaDOS-ed.)
Game Developers Conference 2010 Show Floor
These pictures capture moments from the show floor as well as the surrounding conference areas.
Crytek (Far Cry, Crysis) employees explain their Germanic graphical wizardry to
prospective employees -- but wait, is that a dangerous warning in the background?
Phew! Fortunately, it's the booth operated by High Voltage Software (The Conduit, The
Grinder), and not a deadly electrical hazard on the GDC expo floor.
"What's that?!" exclaims a surprised GDC attendee leaving the exhibit hall. Nobody answers.
Just like the old proverb says, "Everybody wants to work for Blizzard Entertainment."
Being at a real live conference is no excuse not to spend hours tethered to your computer. (As
press, we should know.)
"I'm awesome," Akira Yamaoka correctly thinks to himself as he descends into the bowels of GDC.
But how even more awesome would it be if he were riding up an escalator backwards?
In keeping with tradition, the lonely bicycle man circles the GDC expo floor as the exhibitors
take down their booths, signaling the end of another year's conference.
[More pictures of the Game Developers Conference as a whole, taken by Vincent Diamante, are
available on the Official GDC Flickr
stream. Sarcastic post-GDC captions by Chris Remo.]
Lu dans 'Le Parisien' : le comédien Vincent Cassel sera le rédacteur
en chef du numéro spécial Cannes du magazine Première. Daté mai et
à paraître en avril. Il succède à ce poste à Isabelle Huppert et
Catherine Deneuve.
Pour rappel, 'Aujourd'hui en France' nous apprenait il y a peu[...]
Red, yellow, pink, black with a hint of blue. Red, yellow, pink. Black with a hint of blue. It
was a dress, slightly shimmery. The girl wearing it talked to me about a magic guitar.
Montreal, October 2008. The POP
Montréal festival throughout the city and its venues. Every night packed with
concerts, drinking, and running from venue to venue, city map in hand. On the marquee tonight:
The Persuasions, a mythical American acapella group from the 60s. The Ukrainian Federation
packed, Richie du Fire losing control in the middle of the crowd, the group who got off the stage
and passed around the mics, low rhythmic voices and high melodic voices, the concert which
finished with an amazing song by one of the organisers of the festival. One of the most amazing
concerts of our lives and the apotheosis of POP Montreal that year.
But. Victor had insisted that we not miss the concert at 11:30 at Casa Del Popolo. It was the
Luyas, his favourite new band, a
band buzzed about by most of the people I met. Casa was only a few blocks away, but it was
already too late. From the middle of the crowd, Victor signalled ‘It's
Jessie!'. The girl had a red, yellow, and pink dress on. And she talked to me about a magic
guitar. And she talked tirelessly.
Reykjavik, November 2008. Jessie had told me she'd be in town for the Airwaves festival. Not with
the Luyas, but with Miracle
Fortress, her buddy Graham's band. I found myself in Iceland on the trail of a docu-fiction
project, Sun (Set & Rise) which, bit by bit, was breaking us down with each subsequent day.
We spent a lot of our time drinking, catching shows, drinking even more, making the most of our
nights to forget the drudgery of our days. At a Yelle concert on our last night, during a stage
diving session, in a room packed with young Icelanders shouting the lyrics at the top of their
voices, a surreal moment: I broke my back, lost all my stuff, thanks to Jessie, who crushed me
into the ground before disappearing into the cold without even singing me a single note.
Perpignan, August 2009. The magic guitar Jessie had talked about was in fact the work of Yuri
Landmann, guitar-maker extraordinaire, the only person that my friend Gaspar and I had decided to
invite to Pedro
Soler's festival Guitares au Palais. Through his instruments, we'd encountered the Malian Sidi
Touré, the Dutch group The Moi Non Plus, who are the force behind Subbacultcha in
Amsterdam, the vagabond Noel Akchoté, who improvises with astonishing ease. And Jessie
Stein, who – discreetly this time – brought the sensation
of a faraway night through her accent and her soft voice. I only saw her briefly; my head, too,
was somewhere far away.
Montreal, October 2009. It had been one year since I'd discovered the Luyas and Jessie Stein. One
year of replaying the melodies in my head, dreaming about this girl and her distinctive voice.
One night, as we biked together, I told her, “Every time I hear you sing I get the
impression that I am across the ocean, even if I am close to you.” It is this sense of
nostalgia for an unknown country evoked through her music which makes me crazy for her.
POP Montreal invited me to organise another screening, but this year I was also invited to film
a series of selected
local acts for Arte Live Web. This
series was to include the Luyas, of course, whom I had long wanted to film. We had hoped that I
would be able to join them in the previous winter's snow, but fall proved to be more welcoming.
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
The Luyas is Jessie, Stefan (the
percussionist/drummer from Bell
Orchestre), Pietro (formerly of Arcade Fire, as well as Bell Orchestre and Torngat), and Mathieu, the group's newest
member. Jessie proposed that we film on the sidewalks of the Jacques-Cartier bridge and on the
island in the middle of the St. Lawrence. Crossing Montreal by bike felt easy, light and airy. I
had thought that Jessie would be more stressed for this little film, considering how many times
it had been delayed, but to the contrary she brought a constant humour and a capacity for
off-the-cuff improvisation. A joy to follow from in front of and behind a camera.
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
Film to meet, record to remember. That afternoon remains the apotheosis of numerous voyages, the
perpetual quest for sound, of many different experiences. To see these images again brings back
an entire week of musical encounters, like the confluence of emotions in a single final
explosion.
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
Réal : Vincent Moon
Tourné à Montreal
The last song of this film, shot in and around a playground, is probably the sequence which most
represents these final months of my travels – entirely improvised, from the
beginning to the end, a moment of pure musical magic the likes of which I had never filmed
before. And the last phrase, hilarious and which will stick with me for a while: "It looks like
dirt, but it's death."
New York, February 2010. The night deepens, Jessie has had too much to drink and she talks
nonstop. Under the table, she takes my hand and I remember when I fell in love with a girl who
talked about a magic guitar, who played music while looking straight into your eyes, and who sang
like a child far across the sea. Sometimes simple encounters change lives.
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