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978-2351371626
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Publisher's presentation :
"I was 15, 16, 17 years old, I took a crazy pleasure making my 6 x 6 color slides, seeing the world moving on the surface of the focusing screen, then contemplating my little transparent squares, burning imprints of what I was, of what I loved, the glow of the setting sun through the trees, the faces of Pierre, the little brother, of Michel and the tutelary ancestors, curvature of our hill, profile of our house ...
The words followed with the same awkwardness, the same stubbornness, what mattered was to testify, urgently, as if the world had waited for me ... (...) Here, emerged from the depths of time, in their naive and totally vintage lyricism, these illuminations of a small Luberonian pantheist, Catholic, in love! "
Bernard Faucon's book is offered in a hard slipcase with a 16 x 20 cm print (see photos).
We are also offering the regular edition of this book, without the print (see the "Suggestions" tab); and we have two signed copies for this standard edition.
120 pages - Hardcover, no DJ in slipcase
Les éditions de l'oeil, 2014
*Signed w/ Print*
New - Mint condition
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Publisher's presentation :"I was 15, 16, 17 years old. I took an immense pleasure to make my 6 x 6 slides, to see the world moving on the matte surface of the focusing screen, then to contemplate my little transparent squares, burning imprints of what I was, from what I loved. The glow of the setting sun through the trees, the faces of Pierre, the...
Contrejour, une aventure éditoriale
Publisher's presentation: the story of Contrejour "When Roquette Rockers (Ken Pate) appeared in 1975, he opened the way to twenty years of publishing at Contrejour, but he also embodies the artistic agitation of a whole generation of young photographers, gallery owners and publishers, among which Claude Nori appears as a leader.The Parisian gallery first,...
Publisher's presentation :"I was 15, 16, 17 years old. I took an immense pleasure to make my 6 x 6 slides, to see the world moving on the matte surface of the focusing screen, then to contemplate my little transparent squares, burning imprints of what I was, from what I loved. The glow of the setting sun through the trees, the faces of Pierre, the...