These are words that lovers of the trade never like to say . But we must get to the facts: The Journal of Photography in its current configuration, can no longer exist . For three years we have worked hard to inform you , make you live each image , share our love of this fabulous medium of photography. Around the world, each day each correspondent of the Journal reported on current exhibitions and festivals, went through all the books that deserve a few lines , paid tribute to the fallen.
But today, the absence of a financial and technological structure to ensure its continuity is forcing the team to face what every journalist dreads : insecurity. today’s situation certainly brings to the mind a quote from Alain The french philosopher who liked to say, ” Making a living , is not a punishment, and even give pleasure. What irritates is the idea that a well-earned salary does not come through work alone, like a rabbit caught in the chase, but depends on the will and judgment of someone. ”
As well as the men who shape them , good ideas do not die. And it will take more for the soul of this daily to disappear. Jean-Jacques Naudet who came to fetch me a spring evening in New York single-handedly created the Journal commands respect for his work , generosity and patience seven days a week all these months at all hours . We all firmly believe , we will soon come to a solution and that quickly The Journal will be reborn in another form . Even if the period seems dark for us but also for other press titles, here the New York Sun always announces better days . I hope with all my heart I can quickly continue to tell you about why images in all their forms , are so beautiful . This is not an adieu but a simple goodbye.