Association Bricolages Ondulatoires et Particulaires
Taking pictures, that's travelling around the world, from my window to Tahaa, carrying a notebook and a bunch of film rolls. That's feeling the old metal skin of my rollei 35. That's a simple feeling, simple as waiting for a picture in the darkroom. That's the sound of the shutter coming back in the dark. That's a smell of chemical, the hours spent for revealing faces, clouds, pieces of sky, unknown objects...
Personal website: Tamaland
2004, China meets again the west in the business lounges of Shanghai or Paris. My last film rolls are covered by pictures of contrasts with a taste of modern ying-yang, mobile phones used by cyclos, modern building floating on a sea of old style food stands.
By this exhibition, i want to tell the story of another meeting, where the central Asia meets the Far East, at the exact place where, in the past, the fuzzy Chinese western border was disapearing in the taklamakan desert sand dunes. All these pictures (except one) have been taken in the Xinjiang province, located...
Backportraits...
I've been travelling in China more or less for ten years now and to celebrate this anniversary, nothing could be better than a new BOP exhibition.
My two previous exhibitions in BOP deal with two different topics but they express my feelings as a foreigner in this country. They reflect my surprises, my view, and my thoughts. To end this first decade of Chinese experience, I wanted to give another insight on this country. Would it be possible to show China as the Chinese actually see their country? As a foreigner, when I take portraits or landscape views, most of the time,...
Shanghai in winter is a very different city. Everything changes, the market stands are covered by smoked fishes, when it's not raining, clothes are drying, hanged on the trees of the former french district. Foreigner tourists are far away...
A journey in the night of Shanghai
Out from Huahai road metro station in Shanghai center, I walked toward south-east. It was 7:30pm and I had already entered the old Shanghai maze, Nanshi district.
At this time of the day, a special life is raising, it's a transition between the end of the sunlight and the deep night, the restaurants serve their last customers, people are doing their last shopping, face are tired after a long day. On the other hand, night shops start their business and hair salon never stop.
With the night, I disappeared in the shadows, jumping in the light...