A film maker from London, I fled my rain-soaked city in 2012 in pursuit of Vitamin D and new adventure. Now in Marseille, I write The Man From Mars(eille) which documents the unique quality of the city through writing, photography and film. http://themanfrommarseille.tumblr.com/
William Friedkin’s 1971 thriller French Connectiontells the story of bent cops ‘Popeye’ Doyle and Buddy ‘Cloudy’ Russo as they attempt to foil a large narcotics smuggling operation from Marseille, France to New York City. The film is shot in both cities, portraying them as mean and sinister. New York seems unrelentingly cold, grey and run down whilst Marseille is a murky port of narrow alleys and criminal overlords. Indeed, French Connection has probably done more to solidify an unsavoury reputation of Marseille than any other film – a reputation both deserved and unjust.
On the roof of Le Corbusier’s Unité d’Habitation in Marseille
After 60 years of existence, Le Corbusier‘s Unité d’Habitation in Marseille remains a pilgrim’s beacon for architects and tourists alike. The hulking concrete block of ‘La Cité Radieuse’ (or ‘La Maison du Fada’ -The Nutter’s House as it is known locally), was a brash modernist statement when completed in 1953 and went on to inspire a generation of brutalist towers throughout Europe.
40,000 people have clambered up the rickety steps to the entrance of J1 in Marseille. They’ve come not only to see the exhibits but also to enjoy the wonderful views it affords of the ferry boats docked directly alongside. Indeed, as you approach the J1, you have to be careful not to take a wrong turn, for the ground floor is still used for passengers disembarking the boats from Corsica or North Africa. Entering on the upper level, cafes, bookshops and photography exhibitions suddenly fill a vast space that until just three months ago was a forgotten, derelict site.
The cavernous entrance hall to the J1.
As you wander through a photo exhibition of Marseille in J1, it is hard to forget that you are in the middle of a working harbour. Beyond the windows that flank the building, huge passenger ships sound their horns preparing to leave. I spot a cleaner on a ferry bound for Algeria, fluffing pillows in preparation for the guests. Turning back to the exhibition, I suddenly understand the enthusiasm amongst locals for this unique space. Not only does the J1 demonstrate a desire to reclaim the city in imaginative new ways, but the very position of this hangar reminds you of Marseille’s raison d’etre as a port.
Ferries from Corsica and North Africa still disembark passengers on J1′s lower levels
Walking around, boats and the sea are constantly reflected – complimenting the exhibits that focus on Marseille’s role as a port.
The exhibitions reflect this, displaying locals’ photography of the city from many different points of view, but often with the sea serving as a main character. The centrepiece exhibition, ‘Méditerranées, is a journey into 11 ports that border this sea, representing their myriad cultures through film, animation and writing. Wondering into the bookshop, this reflection on local cultures continues in books charting Marseille and her relationship with the sea, from ancient history to the present day.
Bookshop, Cafe and Exhibtions now fill this once derelict terminal hall
With such a successfully reinvented space, it seems an enormous shame that the J1 will close for the summer season. Only ever meant to serve as a temporary space until the end of 2013, the organisers deemed it too expensive to install air conditioning for a building that without, will roast under the Mediterranean sun. Nevertheless a new exhibition will open this Autumn and with it will no doubt raise new questions about J1′s uncertain future. Just a month after opening, people are already calling for the space to be kept indefinitely, displaying their desire for Marseille to reclaim its unused space for good and consolidate her new-found reputation as a cultural hub.
It is said that when you arrive in Marseille, you have landed on Mars. The complex and contradictory nature of France’s second city can bewilder a first time visitor who doesn’t expect such chaos. Some interpret it as corrupt disorder, but they judge a bit too hastily a city that is naturally set apart —ringed by mountains and an open blue sea, and proud to be the oldest in France, never tamed by an upstart like Paris.