Of every person lies a world of memories, expectations and dreams. I’ll never know what’s behind the green door, I would expect a warm home for a family. Still I’ll never know what her dreams are about, what life made her going through, what it is to open the green door everyday. I’ll never know …
I’ll never forget you.
The entrance of the Fort Palace is still showing some red painted hand prints. It was the last trace a woman would leave behind her before entering the Harem. She would never go out or leave the place for the rest of her life.
The Arecaceae antenna.
Going around the fortifications in the early morning I find myself in front of man on the phone. He sounded quite serious, I noted the flashy yellow shirt. I don’t like to disturb people when they are in a conversation, still I took a pictures quickly, then I backed off.
Girls are tough.
My sister lives in a neighbor city of Paris, she now has two kids and works at the headquarters of the French Red Cross, she has a very busy life. She is often doubting about herself even though she always kept on taking more and more commitments in life and succeeded in everything she undertook. …
On the edge of a city made of Gold.
I was there looking at the man on the top of the fort, but maybe I am this man looking over the birds. Or maybe I am the birds.
The swastika means you well.
In Sanskrit: su “well” asti “being” ka “making”. The oldest found has been dated as early as 10,000 BC. In 1920 it was adopted by the Nazi party to symbolize the Aryan race, stigmatizing the sign as associated with antisemitism, hatred, death and murder. In India, painted next to a door, it’s still an auspicious …
This could be my father.
He used to smoke, too, but he never wore a turban. When I’ll be back home, I’ll do some portraits with him.
Where am I?
Dance the pigeons around my head like on any public place in Paris. The sun rising over the desert is starting to reveal the golden buildings arising from the sand. Is this sun the same as before? Is there only one sun lighting all the places in the world? Certainly not.
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Jātipi dukkhā – Birth is dukkha
Jarāpi dukkhā – Ageing is dukkha
Maranampi dukkham – And death is dukkha
Soka-parideva-dukkha-domanassupāyāsāpi dukkhā – Sorrow lamentation pain grief and despair are dukkha
Appiyehi sampayogo dukkho – Association with the disliked is dukkha
Piyehi vippayogo dukkho – Separation from the liked is dukkha
Yampiccham na labhati tampi dukkham – Not attaining one’s wishes is dukkha
Saṅkhittena pañcupādānakkhandhā dukkhā – In brief the five focuses of identity are dukkha
Siddhārtha Gautama was not born as a Buddha, he became one.
4 years ago I discovered Buddhism, and meditation. This led me to go in the footsteps of the Buddha between Nepal and India to get a better understanding of his teachings.
While discovering the places where the Buddha lived, Meet Unryu, a Japanese Zen Monk in Bodh Gaya who share with us the fundamentals of the Buddhism Way to Enlightenment.
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Blue is the warmest color [Jodhpur in Photos]
Alone at night in the street of Jodhpur, all I have in mind is the latest movie I saw at the cinema 9 months ago, “Blue is the warmest color”. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
I rushed to the end of the fort to take a picture of the sunset, I was too late. I think about my home town, back in France in the Loire valley, over-there there is a castle as well, where I used to go to watch over the city at dusk. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
They were playing cricket. I stayed there 30 minutes just watching the game. Then I saw a star. I think about New York and the photos of Alex Webb. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
They obviously didn’t knew each other, and awkwardly agreed to take the pose. The two families were around observing them – Learning to love – This is my first wedding photograph ever. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
The women were deciding who was going on the carriage with the body for the cremation. A friend from Ukraine just told me: “This is hell – I’m going to the front line for the third time – Yes as a journalist (he is a political journalist and tv presenter) – So far they didn’t call me to arms, I’m not complaining.” Jodhpur, India, 2014.
He said: “I’m a very bad driver! I’m the worst driver in the whole city!”. He was in fact quite drunk. He said: “If you want to go anywhere, you’ll have to drive”. Then I had my first rickshaw driving lesson. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
“Plus belle la vie” version Jodhpur (people from France will understand). I have a cast for a tv series for youth in India. Parrot included. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
What happens when we grow up? Where do we put this ever being bliss of aliveness? I’m chatting over the web with a friend in Canada, it’s 7:15am over there. How can one remember the little girl she once was? Jodhpur, India, 2014.
I’m alone in a blue Indian city. My sister and my brother still live in France. I would want to see them, my nephews are growing up so fast! Jodhpur, India, 2014.
I’m wandering at night in the bazaar, mesmerized by the traffic, I’m trying to get this picture showing the madness of this ballet of rickshaws, motor bikes and the incessant crowd roaming the small streets… in vain, the light is too scarce, I steal this picture of a small convenience shop owner. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
I’m thinking about cinema. I dream about a great movie with huge elephants on green screen, shot in high frame rate with many cameras on big cranes, to inlay them in a computer generated futuristic city. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
When I was a child, I use to spend hours watching my brother playing video games. We had an Atari 520ST hooked up to a TV monitor, now smartphones do the job everywhere on earth. To all the brothers who shared those moments. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
First a plane “disappeared”, 239 souls “missing” – then Ukraine at war – then a civil plane shot down, 289 casualties – then the Israeli-Palestinian conflict restarted – then Robin Williams killed himself … RIP ALL. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
I miss my bicycle. I think it is the best vehicle for human ever created. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
Sometimes I’m not really looking anymore, just letting the world passing by in front of me, in those moments, time is like “in suspension”. This was in the streets of the old city of Jodhpur, right at this corner, time stopped for a couple of seconds. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
Three modern Maharajahs getting out of their castle. The world forgot the Americas were discovered looking to go faster to India. At that time it was the place of thousands of wonders, it still is. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
No branding, no labellings, no marketing, no Wall St, just raw vegetables and a blue wall. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
He told me he had a great life, that now that his wife passed away and his children left the city, he just spend his time playing with his friend: “I was born as a child, I will die as a child”. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
She was looking to see the pictures I had taken of her little brother on the screen of the camera, I said ok but I’ll take a picture of you before. I got some kind of an attitude! Jodhpur, India, 2014.
Guard dog in the blue. Jodhpur, India, 2014.
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