To buy this particular photo (in very limited edition, exhibition fiber paper) click on: TOMBS OF NEW YORK ____________________________________ A gorilla as on old warrior, heavily sleeping with cheerless nightmares, keeping the hands curled up, farmer's fists unable to open by too much rust, cracks and callosities. A gorilla has a just, in a peace sweet as a New York cheesecake, letting his soul wandering in rivers of dreams with no preoccupation for a body buried under strains. Every one has an idea about the things we don't know. We guess. We imagine. Beauty and futility of the mankind. And what about them? These vulnerable beasts? The night is black, but for the apes around the world, the days are dark. We don't eat them, we don't hunt them, we don't like their furs. They just bother men. The orangutans live on promised plantation of palm trees, while chimps lean back on logs so nicely cut and assembled in furniture. The gorillas? They catch our diseases and sleep on our possible terraced fields. Apes are really inconsiderate. ____________________________________ My New York workshops, click on: THE NEW YORK WORKSHOP My website, click on: THE SOUTHERN ROUTE
To buy this particular photo (in very limited edition, exhibition fiber paper) click on: TOMBS OF NEW YORK
Indeed. Burr, it's cold. Cynical am I? Humm… Because what you see, right behind the steeple (right in the middle)? Well, it's true, it's Wall street. The skyscraper on the left is an art-deco building for a bank. Banks are everywhere here. The center of our modern evil? I'm not cynical, just ironic at best. Because what you don't see, right below the steeple right in the middle is the cemetery of Trinity church. A meadow filled with granite tombs. Manhattan's tombs. In fact, I'm merely descriptive.
To buy this particular photo (in very limited edition) click on: MANHATTAN HEARTBEAT ____________________________________ Heartbeats in an iron chest, here around the Chrysler building. The density of New York City is one of my favorite theme, almost my speciality now. It's, for me, an endless source of thoughts and paradoxes (about our private sphere in a gregarious society, about taciturn relations in a world obsessed by communications, and so on…). It's the constant root of feelings about the inhumanity wished by our human essence in order to reach a pseudo deification, which is, by nature, unnatural. ____________________________________ To get an aerial photography specialized helicopter, visit one of my workshops, click on: THE NEW YORK WORKSHOP For a thousand photos on archival fine art prints, click on: THE SOUTHERN ROUTE