Page 47 - NOMADS_NO2_2015

Faced with so much novelty, surprise, kindness, I fall into the rhythm, I dissolve. I gain the trust of women, who show me their private areas. In their bright dresses, between a heart-shaped clock and a stylized palm tree on the wall. The Bedouin pose with all the seriousness and attention that a new experience requires. They smoke, raising their veils with one hand. I love these cheerful, curious people, who agree to pose with delight.
So, between reality and fiction, I photograph the inward journey. I’m a witness to my experience, following the thread of my inspiration, where play and mise en scène bring us together, beyond our own cultures for a moment of shared happiness. At each reunion, I am welcomed by these words: “still alive! “
These photographs are the illustration of the humor, the enthusiasm, and the modernity of an unknown people. Forgotten, threatened, but alive.
46