Jérôme Brezillon passed away on Friday morning, March 2, following a two-year battle with cancer. He was 47. We will miss his elegance, his honesty, his courage, his talent, and above all his friendship, which was candid and complete. Jérôme leaves behind him an unfinished body of work. He mainly photographed in America, as if France was too small and lacking in perspective and spirit for a man like him, taken as he was with large spaces, with the myth of America, with the Native American tribes who regained their dignity through his lens, with endless highways and seedy motels.
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