Association Bricolages Ondulatoires et Particulaires
hern42 - Arnaud De Grave
What brought me to photography? That's a good question... I won't say my father bought me my first camera as a kid, because it is not true. He bought me my first *real* camera and I was already not a kid any more (or was I?). I don't know why a lot of photographers started like that... Anyway...
Actually skateboarding started my interest in photography when I couldn't understand why my pictures were not looking like the ones in the magazines! It never occurred to me to think that I was crappy at taking pictures, instead I thought my camera wasn't good enough. Go figure... So I got my father to buy me a big bulky camera full of knobs, buttons, screens and thingies: looking complicated. If there is that much stuff on the camera it must mean that you can have a lot of control on what you do and control ought to be a good thing. I read the manual and got scared, stopped reading and shot some films, and got dead scared.
Now I'm more into old cameras I buy second-hand or find at flea markets. Most of them don't have any fancy knobs or tricky light-meters but then I got a good excuse for bad exposure.
My inspiration is still skateboarding, a lot. But also travelling, music, graphism (that *has* to be a Frenchism). Do I consider myself as a photographer? Mmmmm... I guess it depends if I want to trick California girls in red bikini into getting on my films...
Personal website: Azimut Brutal
What brought me to photography? That's a good question... I won't say my father bought me my first camera as a kid, because it is not true. He bought me my first *real* camera and I was already not a kid any more (or was I?). I don't know why a lot of photographers started like that... Anyway...
Actually skateboarding started my interest in photography when I couldn't understand why my pictures were not looking like the ones in the magazines! It never occurred to me to think that I was crappy at taking pictures, instead I thought my camera wasn't good enough. Go figure... So I got my father to buy me a big bulky camera full of knobs, buttons, screens and thingies: looking complicated. If there is that much stuff on the camera it must mean that you can have a lot of control on what you do and control ought to be a good thing. I read the manual and got scared, stopped reading and shot some films, and got dead scared.
Now I'm more into old cameras I buy second-hand or find at flea markets. Most of them don't have any fancy knobs or tricky light-meters but then I got a good excuse for bad exposure.
My inspiration is still skateboarding, a lot. But also travelling, music, graphism (that *has* to be a Frenchism). Do I consider myself as a photographer? Mmmmm... I guess it depends if I want to trick California girls in red bikini into getting on my films...
Personal website: Azimut Brutal
Every street has a story to tell... (24 pictures)
This exhibition will hopefully tell that Asian streets have many stories to tell. The stories they tell might be true, they also might be pure fiction. There might not be any obvious story. I am but a chronicler, a mere scribe. Does one really care? Isn't it as true as we like it to be?
The streets are the roots of all evil, err, sorry, of all street-photography. Many shots were made at night ("It was a dark and stormy night..." of course), but many shots were also made during the day. Some in a rush, some just before running...
This exhibition will hopefully tell that Asian streets have many stories to tell. The stories they tell might be true, they also might be pure fiction. There might not be any obvious story. I am but a chronicler, a mere scribe. Does one really care? Isn't it as true as we like it to be?
The streets are the roots of all evil, err, sorry, of all street-photography. Many shots were made at night ("It was a dark and stormy night..." of course), but many shots were also made during the day. Some in a rush, some just before running...
Extreme Planting - Les Hommes qui plantaient des arbres en Colombie-Britannique (21 pictures)
This exhibit presents a group of professional tree-planters in coastal BC. These people work in extremely challenging terrain and climate conditions, reforesting after clear-cuts. Beyond economical, political and ecological considerations and, the S word (sustainability, of course), these people perform a very difficult job with a great deal of optimism. Indeed, none of them will see "their" trees in the magnificent prime they will display some hundred years from now. I have tried to picture the job from the ground, as close as possible to the planters because it is first and foremost an everyday human adventure...
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This exhibit presents a group of professional tree-planters in coastal BC. These people work in extremely challenging terrain and climate conditions, reforesting after clear-cuts. Beyond economical, political and ecological considerations and, the S word (sustainability, of course), these people perform a very difficult job with a great deal of optimism. Indeed, none of them will see "their" trees in the magnificent prime they will display some hundred years from now. I have tried to picture the job from the ground, as close as possible to the planters because it is first and foremost an everyday human adventure...
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Isolation (12 pictures)
One may chase something through solitude or through loneliness. Solitude is not synonymous of loneliness. There is no message behind these pictures. There is just nature, atmosphere, loneliness. And maybe there is serenity...
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to selfpreservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been...
One may chase something through solitude or through loneliness. Solitude is not synonymous of loneliness. There is no message behind these pictures. There is just nature, atmosphere, loneliness. And maybe there is serenity...
In fear every day, every evening,
He calls her aloud from above,
Carefully watched for a reason,
Painstaking devotion and love,
Surrendered to selfpreservation,
From others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
But hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.
Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been...
Life in Eastern India (18 pictures)
If we ("we" being: Chris aka Yub and Hern42 aka Arnaud) are able to present this exhibition about India it is because of some sort of an accident. Our original plan was to visit and shoot in Bangladesh via contacts in an NGO working on site, therefore getting to interesting and remote areas. It was our first planned trip together. A trip fully focused on photography, fully focused on contact with other human beings, other stories, fully focused on people under a burden a bit superior to the one carried by most "occidental" people.
However, we were stopped, right...
If we ("we" being: Chris aka Yub and Hern42 aka Arnaud) are able to present this exhibition about India it is because of some sort of an accident. Our original plan was to visit and shoot in Bangladesh via contacts in an NGO working on site, therefore getting to interesting and remote areas. It was our first planned trip together. A trip fully focused on photography, fully focused on contact with other human beings, other stories, fully focused on people under a burden a bit superior to the one carried by most "occidental" people.
However, we were stopped, right...