Bhutan doesn’t exist. It is a product of our fantasies, dashed hopes and frustrations ; an unattainable promised land.
As Children, we’d place ourselves in the body of a hero to escape a feeling of weakness. Nowadays, once confidence is lost in our objectives, our work, society and economy, we turn towards the imaginary heaven that is Bhutan : a region of green valleys where money doesn’t matter, where fashion doesn’t dictate the rules, and where the destructive technology of the Occident is held at distance by a spiritual force stronger than any material desire.
I am interested in the presence of humans in mountain landscapes. The connecting thread of the series is snow. Since the beginning of the 20th century winter sports have defined the Alpine identity. Ski runs have tamed the landscape: fences, posts, avalanche barriers, lifts, mountain huts. It is no longer possible to ignore the evidence of human intrusion. Deliberately echoing 19th century Romantic art, my images of ski runs try to reveal the originality of a "new contemporary landscape". I focus on its intrinsic aesthetic, even its extreme beauty.
Indonesia, Bali and its region, a destination for more and more people. Bali subsists primarily through tourism, but is slowly dying because of it. Pollution, wasting water, constructions, abandonment of cultural rites and selling of lands ... These islands are facing a real duality: Absorb mass tourism while retaining their identity.
Simple tourist myself, I admit, I wanted to make a series of images reflecting the beauty of places and people, without denying the problems and the existing gaps. Maybe to better live my trip. If indeed it's possible to shirk ones consciousness through the lens of photography.
What should we do ?