STUDIO REY

The lovers forget the photographer, the photographer forgets that he takes the photography, and everybody is there, unhurt as in the first day. " Christian Bobin

The media and the photojournalism evoke the globalization, the agitated economic and social world of information in any kinds(genres), quite origins, to has very distant horizon.
We think of being capable " of estimating " our environment. The photojournalism is not a boring enumeration likened to photos purely descriptive, slices of life stuck on paper, ordered as simple given accounting(countable) and informative. My photographic approach stains to excite what we have of better in us, as a love relation with our world. My reports photograph do not compose with one Angelism maniac or an easy pessimism; the photographers journalist have to be capable of deciphering the stakes, the relations give a complex of our societies, the photography in what she(it) in of altruistic and extraordinary give us to understand and to like all the humanity with a visual vocabulary sensitive and opened in quite variety cultural.
The Berlin Wall, the fall of the USSR, the apartheid, fights(disputes) to engender a certain shape of justice and peace reminding us that the opposite are paradoxically intimements connected. Appearances must be transcent with difference and caution.... The borders seemed abolished and nevertheless... I little practised the photography of current events, which seemed to me too often
Traced on the wars, covering(marking out in squares) the borders, naming the peoples in a almost definitive way, reducing our cultures to the pandemics, to the pollutions, to the devils of an economy virtual, immaterial!
My photos, modest testimony try rather to approach our cultures, to get the interest of a wide public, to fascinate it for discovery of our vast world, such of the travelers immovable, explorers in the trail of the big expeditions which again make me dream! And then the photography the photo report is an infinite field of perspectives, a possible in multiple and so vast roads!
Every photographer journalist, with her particular appropriate sensibility, his(her) talents writes in his(her) way one felt sometimes incandescent, devoid of political or mercantile exgrowth.
The photography is an extraordinary media of the immediate and of eternity, of the short-lived and the eternel... Each of us carries a role determining for an information plural and qualitative. There will be never enough photos, testimonies.
The free men that we tempt to stay again have to stay up has the acuteness of their glances, in the correctness of their reflections. Our lucidity is a guarantor for one photograph person in charge and committed.
Some hundredth of second, behind our camera we are a little how one blinds(fills)! We transpose in the situations, the characters whom we photograph with the intensity and the presence of the heart, with all our souls.

For 20 years I lived in various countries, intense, bright years, constant state of awakening and opening. Grace in the meetings and the exchanges which resulted from it I shared these reports with the press international. My work in always committe and required an implication total.
Quickly " the humanitarian worker urged me on different continents far from the listed routes, in the years lights of any nice and clean shop window, always with an obsession, to be with "them", to share the everyday life of the professionals as populations saddened. Show, retranscribe with loyalty, to seize the fleeting moment which better than 1000 words will evoke this reality.
The photos of a photojournalist are improbable, an inexorable quest of nugget of emotion, the anti thesis of an aesthetic photography was restricted in the accurate.
The photography of report; so many escaped(fleeting) moments from here or moreover seized without distortions, nor illuminations.
This human adventure, in dimension of our so vast world, taxis fright, bus, truck, donkeys, camels and clodhoppers which carried(wore) me every day to go farther, on the meeting of a so generous and rich humanity, r to discover one somewhere else well far from to us … Tuareg of the Saharan desert, Uros of the Andes Cordillera, people Mongh of the mountains of Asia, caste of untouchable Indian … My work and folios presented on my site present extracts of commands centred towards the childhood, the future of the humanity, present the peoples as being a part of each of us. So many faces, so many routes(courses) which cross themselves and overlap, so many fleeting moments from here or moreover proposed without distortions, nor illuminations. Every report is a journey, every journey is a report... None of them is similar! Constructed all around
She(It) tries to participate on second thought, in responsibility of each and more simply in a certain shape of hope.
The imperative to testify brings a "documentary" style or " abstract " enriched by the variety and the creativity ceaselessly renewed. He not it in step of "official" art, definitive agreement, standard established... The echo of every individual find here a political, social echo among which each could be inspired.
Our profession is all over the world stricken, a crisis getting about everything media. Exceptional become supports proposing more that of simple illustration! But these movements of market, these fusion of agencies correspond regrettably in demand(request) of the consumer, a competition aggravated by the globalization... Cheaper, more celebrity, production cost, reduced, a shareholding eager for profit... We Voila in a plan known which the universe of the photography could not escape!
Sometimes outside big subject
Travel stories are also an imaginary trip, the one that we follow through photos and words.
I fixed a fragment, a plot of land very limited by this so vast world.
The poverty conjugates with the kindness, the simplicity of the glances tells more that the speeches.
The luxury, the beggary, the illusion, the fatigue of the men(people) …
To realize me reports, I shared the delicious everyday life of the human beings. I distributed presents, offered postcards, kites, discussed little, many, with words of several mixed languages, with hands also. I taught magic tricks, made jokes, played up scolded sometimes and then finally me kept silent.