Cities and Lights

GAÏA

2013-05-29T07:06:00.002-07:00

We did all the things we usually do: swim, lie under the sun, listen to the trees, watch the stars while listening to the trees, swim again at night, talk about books, and laugh. There was a new person in the middle of it; it felt completely natural. Maybe because she also comes from, and is made of, so many similar memories of water, trees and skies.

MUANG THAI

2012-06-06T07:46:00.000-07:00

MM

2012-02-08T11:13:00.000-08:00

So we hugged elephants, discovered a magic tree, swam in the sunset, ate as much as we could, photographed each other, did yoga side by side, followed a squid, and talked so much that you kept doing it while sleeping (...).
Wait. Does life / friendship get any better than that?
Photo #4 by Margo Moritz

LAHU

2012-02-06T09:52:00.001-08:00

We all took a plane to another country and to another life now... I think about those people, up there in that small village, in the hills of northern Thailand. I can visit them and live in their houses and share moments with them, discover the way they live and see their colors; but can we really communicate, if most of them will never have the opportunity to come here, and dive into another world, as I was so lucky to do?

LAHU

2012-01-06T00:27:00.000-08:00

Northern Thailand magic... It made me feel very alive to learn so much, surrounded by people who simply enjoy what they do, and the way they live. Thank you Sunshine Network for the adventure. This morning when checking the contact sheets at the lab in the center of Bangkok, I felt lucky to travel with a camera; sometimes images really save and protects my emotions better than words. More (color) images to come.

MARAIS

2011-11-05T01:14:00.000-07:00

SALENTO

2011-10-11T07:24:00.000-07:00

2011-09-15T14:57:00.000-07:00

YIS

2011-09-13T03:28:00.000-07:00

Things I liked: following you in the swimming pool and taking all the bees out; moving by your side every morning, and walking under the sun; looking for food and clear waters; talking for hours while driving at night along the sea; meeting and observing people, and trying to know myself when I was knowing you more.

RX JM

2011-08-22T02:53:00.000-07:00

"Le soleil est un enfant qui joue. Un enfant royal".

WDDNG

2011-08-22T02:14:00.000-07:00

UNTITLED

2011-06-13T16:01:00.000-07:00

Photograph taken on the beach after a sunset yoga practice and moments of inner silence. I held the camera for several seconds, and hoped the colors would melt and mix on film, just the way they did before my eyes. Then I came back from Spain, and things had slowly moved and changed in Paris. But I can sit again looking for silence, and the colors are still there.

CMRG

2011-05-22T15:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes after a storm, the wind suddenly disappears and the water seems softer than ever. There is so much room in this renewed silence -it melts with the ocean itself.

CMRG

2011-05-16T06:20:00.000-07:00

The water was so cold that I forgot how cold I was when swimming in the waves. Then I came back to Paris and got sick for a few days, but I think it was worth it. Spring cleaning.

LE COEUR NAVIGANT

2011-04-10T10:44:00.000-07:00

Goodbye winter. (Hello moving waters, sand, light, trains, walks on the beach, crowded bridges, living nights, white gardens). Hello my heart sailing between new beginnings, and things that end.

T

2011-03-26T03:56:00.000-07:00

Taillegueur dit à Josette: quelle mémoire as-tu de notre empire, fleur de jasmin, poudre de rien du tout? Hervé Guibert, Des aveugles.
Exactly 2 months since my last update here; sorry for the silence. It's good to be back.

ELORA 2

2011-01-26T05:06:00.000-08:00

ELORA 1

2011-01-25T06:24:00.000-08:00

Memories from last summer. Not showing the sea behind the dune this time, but I guess it is there again anyways. It's been simple and good to just walk around, shooting the light away...

STEEL

2011-01-17T01:38:00.000-08:00

Editing more images from last year's trip to Morocco... interesting how photography can be about editing as much as shooting. Things appear differently a year after; colors show up and seem to organize naturally. Blue country...

STGN 11.13

2010-12-16T07:52:00.000-08:00

Clouds, roads, rain, junk food, water, wind, swans, nature, reunion, suits, chills, happiness, music, car, friendship, surprises, frustration, sunset, dancing, flowers, light, sunday morning, attempts, frontier, breathing.

(Music: Pantha du Prince / Steiner im flug)

GIVERNY

2010-11-25T13:35:00.000-08:00

We arrived too late and the museum was closed, but we've seen and enjoyed the most important part of town: the light through the trees and on the water, that Monet painted relentlessly. It's been such a relief to escape the city sometimes -thanks L.

LAB

2010-11-17T04:22:00.000-08:00

Waking up everyday to do something you love is an immense privilege. It is such a weird process: it costs time, efforts and courage to just simplify life, and decide that what you really enjoy deserves to be what your days are made of. To be surrounded by people who share the same passion and explore it together is a daily source of inspiration, and makes me sing on my bike on the way back home. Thank you all!
(Music: Paul Kalkbrenner / Azure)

A.I.

2010-11-02T14:39:00.000-07:00

Going through old rolls of film, and adding more pieces to my collection of moving water pictures. Not sure yet where this growing family is taking me; but willing to let things happen when the moment comes.

What a weird coincidence; this morning just minutes after waking up I heard of Andy Irons' death. For some reason the images above resonate with this tragic loss. We are so fragile. Our little life is rounded with a sleep... RIP.

SKD

2010-10-23T09:46:00.000-07:00

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare, The Tempest

LA NUIT LA MER

2010-10-11T09:06:00.000-07:00