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Jérôme et moi, on se croise de temps en temps, cette fois-ci c’était lors d’un reportage pour le magazine Gault & Millau. Les images sont faciles à réaliser, ici tout est graphique. On plonge direct dans les coups, la chaleur et le bruit, pas de place pour les discussions stériles et superficielles. Gestes, couteaux, c’est brut, précis et millimétré. Pas besoin d’en raconter d’avantage, faut ouvrir les yeux, admirer le savoir-faire et se boucher les oreilles…
One With Everything Please
The Samye Ling Tibetan Buddhist Monastery is set in the countryside of Southern Scotland, around 16 miles from Lockerbie and 20 miles from the Scotland/England border. Visiting this monastery is like teleporting to another country at another time. This would be the type of place I would definitely visit while abroad. Being warm and sunny certainly helped create the illusion of another time another place, weather we don’t get an awful lot of in Scotland.
My Favourite Photo of my Children
Time, Too Fast
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Second cut, clean slate.
The streets are still gray and dirty from winter, but we're standing at the very edge of spring and an explosion is coming.
They say the first cut is the deepest, but that was a year ago: our first kid moving out of our house. Two of them did, in fact, both studying in other towns too far to commute. But this move, this year, is different: Jacob's back in Montreal, but not with us—he has his own place now, an empty apartment, a space for which he can draw the blueprints. With friends nearby, the pulsing beat of the city, police sirens and traffic and bars and summer fests. Real life. They lucked out, him and his cousin, finding this spot in a tough market, in a coveted neighbourhood.
Closer to home, but that much further away.
Clean slate.
That Was Then. This Is Now
I’m confused. After all these years of wanting to visit and photograph Auschwitz, I finally went, and it was indeed a moving experience as you would expect. But it’s also tainted by the realisation that we have already entered into a dark time in the present day that feels every bit as dangerous as the late 1930s. Auschwitz for me stands as a reminder of how dark and despicable humans can be, and that we can never go there again. But we are.
