In this day and age, no one - or almost no
one - pays the least bit of attention to others.
So, why in heaven's name would one pay any attention
to a photographer and his images ?
Umberto Eco* wrote that prose is a lazy machine,
which needs the complicity of a reader in order
A photo is in a worse condition. For there must
be at least three in order for it to function
: a subject, a photograph
and a final observer who, acknowledging the complicity
between the first two, invites himself to the
table, in silence.
He remains a few moments, observes and finally
gets up and disappears.
This is what makes a beautiful image.
A lingering gaze. That which we still call to
this day a "photo" - in a somewhat thoughtless
way - is the chance meeting,
the wonderment, the magic of the moment... these
are the reasons why I became a photographer.
Human beings fascinate me as much today as ever
before and I'm not about to change. I know of
more stimulating than to be able to capture an
emotion, a gesture, a look or an attitude which,
seized at the
just the right moment, creates a concentration
of humanity and sums up who the subject is.
So, here is my book. Please, have a seat at my
table; stay as long as you'ld like and enjoy yourself
as I have in creating it.
* in "Kant et l'Ornithorynque".