{"id":430,"date":"2007-01-12T17:40:00","date_gmt":"2007-01-12T17:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/blog\/?p=430"},"modified":"2012-05-21T16:35:26","modified_gmt":"2012-05-21T14:35:26","slug":"bottes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/posts\/430\/bottes","title":{"rendered":"Bottes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/imports\/exp_DSC2671.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Je ne sais pas pourquoi, je l&rsquo;aime, mais je l&rsquo;aime bien (la photo, car celui qui est au bout des bottes je sais pourquoi je l&rsquo;aime)&#8230; Cependant ce n&rsquo;est toujours pas le genre d&rsquo;images que j&rsquo;aspire \u00e0 faire&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Des images que j&rsquo;aime je rebondis sur les photographes que j&rsquo;aime, et un en particulier : Doisneau.<\/p>\n<p>Je me suis achet\u00e9 le <a href=\"http:\/\/www.radiofrance.fr\/divers\/boutique\/cd\/fiche.php?prod_id=225040384&amp;type=16\">double CD \u00e9dit\u00e9 par Radio France<\/a> d&rsquo;\u00e9missions avec Doisneau. C&rsquo;est g\u00e9nial \u00e0 \u00e9couter.<\/p>\n<p>J&rsquo;aimais le photographe et le bonhomme. Encore plus maintenant.<\/p>\n<p>C&rsquo;est marrant, il a des c\u00f4t\u00e9s qui me font penser \u00e0 mon grand-p\u00e8re. Le fait que j&rsquo;aie fait mes premiers tirages chez ce grand p\u00e8re rajoutent \u00e9videmment un couche.<\/p>\n<p>Je me suis retrouv\u00e9 dans tellement de choses en \u00e9coutant ces \u00e9missions, que ce soit dans beaucoup d&rsquo;approches de la photo, des gens, de la vie. Je me retrouve \u00e0 entendre dans sa bouche des choses que j&rsquo;ai pu dire mot pour mot (il y a quelques jours en plus). Et tout \u00e7a a entre 15 et 20 ans.<\/p>\n<p>Tout \u00e7a me fait regretter que la vie n&rsquo;aie pas fait se croiser nos chemins 20 ans plus tard.<\/p>\n<p>Je l&rsquo;ai rencontr\u00e9 \u00e0 14 ans, en novembre 1986. J&rsquo;en garde un souvenir de presqu&rsquo;encore-m\u00f4me vraiment super (et <a href=\"http:\/\/polom.org\/blog\/posts\/176\/personnage_de_marc\/\">un souvenir physique<\/a>) mais je ne peux m&#8217;emp\u00eacher de penser que si j&rsquo;avais, aujourd&rsquo;hui, ce m\u00eame privil\u00e8ge, je savourerais bien plus.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\"><br \/>\nI can&rsquo;t say why but I like it (the picture, not the kid in the boots : I know why I love him :p). But this is still not the kind of pictures I need to shoot.<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\"><br \/>\nFrom the pictures I like comes the photographers I like, and one in particular : Doisneau.<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\"><br \/>\nI just bought audio recordings with him. What a pleasure !<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\"><br \/>\nI liked the photographer and the man, even more now. Funny how he reminds me of my grand-father. The fact that I made my first prints with this grand-father adds something to that feeling but it&rsquo;s not that simple.<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\">I stopped counting things Doisneau said, thought about photography, life, people, for which I had the same views. I even heard him say with the exact same words things I said a few days ago. Of course his words were 15 or 20 years old.<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><br \/>\n<br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\">All this makes me regret that life didn&rsquo;t make us meet 20 years later.<\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic; color: #000080;\">I met him when I was 14, in november 1986. This is a wonderful memory but I can&rsquo;t help thinking how great it would have been to meet him now, how more I would enjoy it.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[204,20,122,41],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=430"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2479,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430\/revisions\/2479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.polom.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}