Aline Diépois
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Dust Book by Aline Diépois, Thomas Gizolme - Steidl
This day there, in Paris, the dizziness still knocks, decades and decades later. Aline and Thomas take a ticket, with for any money " ballad of has thin man " of Bob Dylan who walks them in the head, the guardian figures in slide show under their crane (Robert Frank, William Eggleston, Sally Mann) and the number of an unknown, former secondhand bookseller exiled in the middle of nowhere, sensible according to a common knowledge to supply them a falling point and roaming angles where to roam. By way of address, a kind of surreal treasure hunt, a map in the treasure hardly modernized. They decide to work without ever planning anything, to revive this word the real sense of which is often lost: immediate. No second becomes moldy, an immediate result to move the cowardly reins, by letting the technique, the control... - Exposition
Dust Storm May Exist - Aline Diépois & Thomas Gizolme
Leave behind one a time, a city, a world where every thing is on its place, where the raw moment, the unexpected, the fork are excluded, planed, where all the angles were rounded off and the smoothed surfaces. Aline and Thomas meet, and the course of days, too massive, cracks. The light gets through a breach, a base line infiltrates there, a space of danger and hope half-opens, the breakaway stands out as a survival: it will be towards the most evident, most primal, towards the mythologies which shaped their sensibilities, papered their retinas and consisted their mental sound tracks: towards the Big American West. It is a question of returning to the roots of the dream. In a double way: in their projects, their creations, but also in the intimate weft of their existences.
It was in the western dust American that dran...
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This day there, in Paris, the dizziness still knocks, decades and decades later. Aline and Thomas take a ticket, with for any money " ballad of has thin man " of Bob Dylan who walks them in the head, the guardian figures in slide show under their crane (Robert Frank, William Eggleston, Sally Mann) and the number of an unknown, former secondhand bookseller exiled in the middle of nowhere, sensible according to a common knowledge to supply them a falling point and roaming angles where to roam. By way of address, a kind of surreal treasure hunt, a map in the treasure hardly modernized. They decide to work without ever planning anything, to revive this word the real sense of which is often lost: immediate. No second becomes moldy, an immediate result to move the cowardly reins, by letting the technique, the control...
Leave behind one a time, a city, a world where every thing is on its place, where the raw moment, the unexpected, the fork are excluded, planed, where all the angles were rounded off and the smoothed surfaces. Aline and Thomas meet, and the course of days, too massive, cracks. The light gets through a breach, a base line infiltrates there, a space of danger and hope half-opens, the breakaway stands out as a survival: it will be towards the most evident, most primal, towards the mythologies which shaped their sensibilities, papered their retinas and consisted their mental sound tracks: towards the Big American West. It is a question of returning to the roots of the dream. In a double way: in their projects, their creations, but also in the intimate weft of their existences.
It was in the western dust American that dran...