I do not know why, but I’ve always been drawn to the anthropological role of photography. No doubt a childhood with the comics of the “ligne claire” already made a lot of young readers travel, whether Spirou, Tintin, Alix or Blake and Mortimer? Or the photos of my father of the great Saharan Erg, when he was crossing it with...
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