c'est absurde je le sais.
mais,
telle une cérémonie initiatique
où il est question d'éprouver son courage,
quand on en n'a pas
et le métal clinquant d'un leica M6,
je sors un soir de février 2000
photographier Henri Cartier-Bresson.
j'ai peur de lui.
je profite de son regard baissé, il signe un de ses livres qu'on lui tend.
il me regarde vivement, il a l'air courroucé.
j'aurais tant aimé lui parler.
mais,
telle une cérémonie initiatique
où il est question d'éprouver son courage,
quand on en n'a pas
et le métal clinquant d'un leica M6,
je sors un soir de février 2000
photographier Henri Cartier-Bresson.
j'ai peur de lui.
je profite de son regard baissé, il signe un de ses livres qu'on lui tend.
il me regarde vivement, il a l'air courroucé.
j'aurais tant aimé lui parler.
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I know it's absurd.
but,
like an initiation ceremony
where it is a question of testing one's courage
when you don't have any
and the shiny metal of a Leica M6,
I go out one evening in February 2000
to photograph Henri Cartier-Bresson.
I am afraid of him.
I take advantage of his lowered gaze, he signs one of his books that we hand him.
he looks at me sharply, he seems angry.
I would have liked so much to talk to him.
but,
like an initiation ceremony
where it is a question of testing one's courage
when you don't have any
and the shiny metal of a Leica M6,
I go out one evening in February 2000
to photograph Henri Cartier-Bresson.
I am afraid of him.
I take advantage of his lowered gaze, he signs one of his books that we hand him.
he looks at me sharply, he seems angry.
I would have liked so much to talk to him.