People can see me. People can see me. But people can't touch me as I can't touch them. I'm like a photography. Fading with time. Fading again. Losing all the colors.
Actually taht was the first and only shooting I cried in...
The model is an actress and I asked her to cry to fit with the character, the mood.
And after few seconds, after the silence, all I heard was her lament... and I finally cried ! I tried to keep it to myself (don't want the model thinking I'm deranged - wich I am).
Truth is, I give a lot of myself in these shootings. So when it becomes too personal, well... I suffered a LOT you know. How can you explain all that stuff if I was an happy people ?
Anyway, more VAST. Yes again. This is my blog I can do what the fuck I want.
french photographer (so excuse my english). in photography since 2K2.
inspirations ::: music (VAST), cinema (David Lynch), photography (Nan Goldin)...
themes are melancholy, regret, affliction, cages, abnegation...
work with my models is based on trust, friendship, creativity.
:: meet me when you're black ::
www.amano.book.fr