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Byline: Clothilde Le Coz

El gipsy

El gipsy

It’s not supposed to be this way. Phnom Penh is meant to be a gritty, hellish capital where the streets flood, the electricity flickers and the brass-knuckle politics taint everything.

But just beneath the surface, a burgeoning colony of artists and musicians pays little heed to the temperament of the crowds, and such harsh underdevelopment, for all its pitfalls, proves an irresistible outpost for a certain brand of bohemian in search of less-travelled frontiers.

It is how The Groove bar came into existence, and how guitarist Diego Dimarques came to find himself perched on a barrelhouse stool sipping bottles of Angkor and playing Spanish jazz at the finest music room in Phnom Penh.

Clean-shaven with greying, shoulder-length hair, the 50-ish-year-old guitar player could easily pass for a son of Jose Reyes, the world-famous flamenco guitarist whose five sons – Nicolas, Canut, Paul, Patchai and Andre – comprise a majority of the Gipsy Kings.

“There are rumours that I was part of the band, the one with the white hair,” Dimarques says, dispelling any notion that he might be a long-haired Nicolas Reyes in disguise. “I am not part of their family in the sense that we have no common blood.”

But Dimarques is a fellow traveller on the same circuit, a compadre in heart and spirit, and considers Gipsy Kings co-founder Jalloul ‘Chico’ Bouchikhi both a friend and inspiration. “I met Chico when I was playing a hotel in Paris in 2006 or 2007 and he was there to promote his new album Freedom. I was surprised to see him and I went to him to apologise for not playing his songs very well, but he told me: ‘The more they are played, the less we forget the culture.’ We talked together around a Pastis and he told me there was no problem if people thought I was part of the band!”

Apologies were hardly necessary. As Chico affirmed, Dimarques had the chops worthy of the Gipsy Kings name.

The Groove is a befitting venue for such musicianship. Long, narrow and candle-lit, the space was created by fellow jazz crooners Richard Boisson and Philippe Javelle. Framed black-and-white photographs of famous singers hang from padded, cloth-covered walls. Seating is limited. The band is never more than a few metres away. The room itself is tucked out back of Terraza, the new two-storey Italian place on Street 282 with big windows, heavy wooden furniture and imported Italian nourishment.

Dimarques works the crowd between sets, shaking hands, talking shop. Ask and he will hand over his guitar, a solid-body classical with custom electrics and Savarez stings. “It’s heavy,” he laments, “but it sounds really nice.”

Born in Paris, Dimarques grew up quick and discovered the pleasures of vice while still young.

“I grew up at the foot of Montmartre in Paris, hanging out at the racetrack and playing pinball with my dad in the bistros, checking out the painters in Montmartre,” he remembers. “Then I started going to cabarets to listen to music, to see the magicians, the singers, the women. I started going out pretty early.”

He spent his summers in northern Spain, where his mother’s family lived, and where music found him. “I was playing tunes from Manitas de Plata and Paco de Lucia when I was 15 years old.”

The Gipsy Kings came on the scene in the 1980s, and along with the rest of the country, the band captivated Dimarques too. “In the ’80s, when the Gipsy Kings started to tour and Jobi Joba became famous, I took my guitar and started to play the same music too. This is how I got this Gipsy reputation.”

Dimarques’ style is mellower, more rumba than flamenco, and converges into something that might be described as Spanish lounge music. The result is a sound less danceable, but far more amorous.

If the streets outside are flooded, all the better.

WHO: Diego Dimarques
WHAT: Gipsy and Latin music
WHERE: The Groove, Terrazza, Street 282
WHEN: 9pm August 19 & 21
WHY: The capital’s very own Gipsy King

Posted on August 19, 2013August 19, 2013Categories Music1 Comment on El gipsy
Vôtre in a vacuum

Vôtre in a vacuum

The never stopping Phnom Penh scene endeavors creating new restaurants and French cook Ludovic Moulin found his way through it; sell unique and high-end products to let people enjoy his art of French cuisine at their favorite place: at home or in a restaurant.

Have you ever heard of Vikings fishing for their salmon, letting it cook throughout a season by burying it in the ice of their land with salt and sugar? Well, Ludovic did and you can now find this Gravlax Salmon in town… Following the Vikings’ mastery, it is so smooth that your tongue barely feels it; a hint of dill pampers your taste buds to make it one of the most delicate foods you would find here. And no wonder; the former Chef of the best table in Phnom Penh prepared it for you.

With more than 10 years in Cambodia, half of them at the residence of the French ambassador, Ludovic is one of French cuisine’s rare gems here in Cambodia. Next to The Deli, on Street 178, there is now a small boutique where you can get his boeuf bourguignon, coq au vin and salmon gravlax for less than $10. A chic restaurant might have it too, but now you can get it directly from the man himself and be regaled in the comfort of your own home.

For two years, Ludovic’s mind had been wandering; he wanted to create top-end dishes and be able to conserve them properly. In a country such as Cambodia, that can prove quite the challenge. So he developed vacuum cooking and opened Le Vôtre Traiteur catering services two months ago. “As long as the dish is stored away from air and light, it will be good and still healthy,” Ludovic explains. Vacuum- cooking food requires pasteurising. It also requires a step of “flash freezing” before vacuum packing, which stops bacteria from proliferating – the main reason a range of frozen foods can also be found at his boutique.

Fond of traditional cuisine, bœuf bourguinon à la Vôtre is basically a recipe developed by Ludovic’s grandmother, with onions and lardons giving flavour to the dish. As Cambodia modernises, he says, it’s always searching for new dishes and quality. “Our clients are not only expats but also Cambodians looking for delicate and quality dishes.” Le Vôtre’s aim is to be the sole caterer offering vacuum-packed foods in Phnom Penh, but also remain a professional canapés and cocktails lover. “When we do such things, we want them to look gorgeous and delicious.”

Le Vôtre Traiteur, #9A Street 178.

Posted on June 27, 2013July 11, 2013Categories FoodLeave a comment on Vôtre in a vacuum
Ingrained minds

Ingrained minds

Chan Rothana has several ‘magic’ tattoos drawn with incense onto his skin by a monk. “They are protecting me even if you do not see them,” he says. “And it seems to be working” At 27, he has fought 80 times in the ring and never been knocked down. He knows over a thousand moves that his father taught him when he started learning the Yukatun Khrom martial art 10 years ago. Being the son of Kbach Kun Boran Khmer Master (Kru), one of the most recognised masters in Cambodia, requires discipline, belief and strength. “People call it ‘Bokator’, but that’s not the right name. It’s an art; not just a sport.” He smiles. Rothana’s name is legendary among fighters. People say his grandfather used to train with bags of sand and stones thrown at his jaw to strengthen it until he could endure every strike.

Tired of people watching Yukatun Khrom like a TV soap opera without appreciating it as part of their culture, Rothana decided to open a club to teach not just the technique but also the spirit of the art – a philosophy he shares with Apsara dance teacher Sen Pitch: “We both want to keep the culture alive.”

Sen has been teaching the secrets of Apsara moves for the past year to both Khmer and foreign students. It’s an unconventional path for Khmer arts: Apsara dance is supposed to be the preserve of the elite. But Sen fights for her culture the same way she once fought for her life. Like Rothana, she grew up in a refugee camp on the Thai border. “You simply do not forget that,” she says. At the age of 13, she started to practice during the weekends as a way to keep her Khmer identity.

The more her body softened, the more she practiced, until at the age of 14 she danced for the late King Father. But on what became the most important day of her life as an Apsara, she danced in front of Princess Bopha Devi – one of the chief guardians of Khmer classicism: “She came to see me after the show to tell me I was dancing beautifully and bringing back to her a bit of herself when she was young.” When the Royal Apsara troupe’s patron and the most prominent daughter of Norodom Sihanouk gives you a mirror, you look at it and lose your fears.

Rothana and Sen each have one floor on which to perpetuate the moves of Apsara and Yukatun Khrom among interested locals and foreigners alike, as the incense from which Rothana draws his strength burns and give wings to the Apsara’s prayers. ‘Unite, inspire, share’ has become the motto of Selapak – a place where, symbolised by the two wings of a mythical Cambodian bird, Aspara and Yukatun Khrom now have a new home.

WHO: Selapak (‘Living Arts’)
WHAT: Bokator and Apsara classes
WHERE: #117 Street 110
WHEN: From mid-June
WHY: Master the ancient Khmer disciplines of fighting and dance

 

Posted on May 16, 2013November 18, 2013Categories ArtLeave a comment on Ingrained minds
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