Da TIME LightBox:
This spring, after French war photographer Rémi Ochlik was killed during fighting in Homs, Syria, a group of close friends and colleagues felt their obligations to the photographer weren’t complete. Meeting aboard a TGV train on their way to Paris from the World Press awards ceremony in Amsterdam in late April, the group took stock of everything that had happened since Rémi’s death. His photographs had spoken for themselves when exhibited in tribute in Amsterdam. The large circle of friends gathered in his name was a testament to his character; he was always the guy who would make friends sharing a cigarette. But one duty remained unfinished—not a tribute, nor a memorial, but a commitment to continue what was and what should have been in Rémi’s life.
Now, five months later, Revolutions is finished–a book of 144 pages, across which Rémi’s photographs of the Arab Spring spread forth.
Alcuni scatti cliccando questo LINK.
Caro Gianluca,
RispondiEliminaSono andata a vedere gli scatti di Rémi Ochlik usando il link che propone. Alcuni di loro sono molti forti. Ma quello che mi ha colpita di più è la sua frase in didascalia, che mi permetto di riprodurre qui:
“War is worse than drugs. One moment it’s a bad trip, a nightmare. But the next moment, as soon as the immediate danger has passed, there is an overpowering desire to go back for more. To risk one’s life in order to get more pictures in return for not very much. It is an incomprehensible force that pushes us to keep going back in.”
Anche perché mi ha ricordato questa :
“E' sempre piu' dannatamente difficile andarsene. Lasciarsi alle spalle (per un po' di tempo almeno, il minor tempo possibile) la guerra. Gli spari di giorno. E quelli di notte. L'adrenalina. Esserci. (...)”
L’aveva scritta Lei all’inizio del Suo post “Dipendenza” al Suo ritorno dalla Libia nel settembre 2011.
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A presto.
Donatella