Charlottesville, Virginia: a small pedestrian downtown where for four days a throng of photographers from every generation wave to each other, stop to grab coffee, meet in the theatre of an old-looking cinema to listen to a friend, they lay in the grass every evening to discover new images projected onto a canvas shell. The atmosphere is as hot as the late spring, divided between nostalgia for a bygone era on the one hand and the fun of sharing memories and make plans on the other. It’s a little bit hippie, too, like a kid sister to Visa pour l’Image.
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