36

Wishing you 36 things, like water, signs, windows, stars, waves, space, lights, music, calm mornings, hot coffees, walks at night, friends around, books, travels, voice(s), surprises, meditation, open eyes, dreams, games, repetitive jokes, words, ideas, complexity, simplicity, soft clouds, new colors, will, love, projects, future, dancing, breathing, sophisticated minds, wind, peace. Feliz cumple A.

HIGH LIFE

Thank you so much CL for letting me use your film camera. It feels so good not to know exactly what I just shot; strangely enough I am more careful with every frame but experiencing more freedom at the same time with it. Maybe it is the way things work in general; coming to terms with constraints and limits (ultimately enjoying them) might be when freedom happens.

HOME

Summer came this week-end and the islands are packed with people, talking, drinking wine and sunbathing...I suddenly remember that I've been missing it; California feels like another planet.
+ Simone, send me an email :-)

HOME

Summer is really taking its time to come to Paris this year, but I don't care. After spending 18 months without seasons in San Francisco, I know for sure that we will have many hot days, evenings and nights to enjoy. So every cloudy day, I feel like I am getting ready for some special party.

01.09 SOI PAN

DESERT

We arrived in the desert at night. The batteries of my film camera died; we had diner with our guides in their tent and I used the wrong hand to eat (I am left-handed, I forgot to switch). Then we lied on the sand to look at the stars and I put the camera on my belly (not breathing during the exposure) to photograph them. We woke up at 5; we were freezing, the sand looked -and felt- like snow. It was a cruel and intimidating landscape and I tried not to think for a while. It's always a good lesson for me to let go of the idea of water for a moment; then the sun rose.

MARRAKECH / MHAMID

How could I not mention it? As a photographer, as a human being, as a woman, I missed half of the people I could/should have met there. (In a lot of places, most of the time) I missed seeing their bodies and the way they walked. I missed seeing and hearing them outside at night. I missed all their faces, that I wanted to photograph. From my country we can talk and analyze and imagine; once I was there I got caught in my emotions and was unable to think -I probably still am. I kept comparing things and situations, but can I? Should I? Sometimes it was like walking through an unreachable crowd.

MHAMID / TAZENAKHT

I am back from a 10 days trip to Morocco. There would be a lot to say about that country; so much to describe beyond the obvious beauty of its landscapes. It's been very hard to photograph people there (maybe harder than anywhere else I have been); most of them looked down or managed to hide the second they saw me pulling my camera out. It's been quite a shock to be relatively close from home, and to feel that all my references and codes had vanished. I did not expect to be that "lost" -but I guess it's a good surprise to realize we traveled further away than what we expected.