{"id":45298,"date":"2002-09-11T16:46:28","date_gmt":"2002-09-11T14:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesaint.abvent.com\/serie\/les-gitans-2002\/"},"modified":"2021-04-07T16:11:44","modified_gmt":"2021-04-07T14:11:44","slug":"gypsies-2002","status":"publish","type":"serie","link":"https:\/\/agencevu.com\/en\/serie\/gypsies-2002\/","title":{"rendered":"Gypsies, 2002"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It was precisely when I ran into a convoy of caravans in the Parisian suburbs that I met Mickey, Evangelical pastor and clan chief of this community. Over the course of the two months I spent and the bonds I developed with them, I offered French classes, and in the summertime, I was a wedding photographer, and was able to take a few personal snapshots.<\/p>\n

My approach does not hold the ambitions of a documentary: I don’t tell the story of a community in these portraits. I was, however, trying to capture its singular energy in a photograph of a young Roma girl struck with a look of surprise, or even a cat attempting to scratch me.<\/p>\n

One can observe an incontrolable vibrance, a strain of disobedience to any and every rule; whatever they may be, it is the rough and nearly-frightening overabundance of life that comes through in these photographs.<\/p>\n

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