Format: Hardcover with Dust Jacket
Pages: 160 pages
Publisher: Delpire, Signed
Every time a photographer places a few prints in front of me, before even judging the quality of the work, I can’t stop myself from looking to see if it fits the humanist values that Jean-Paul Sartre so neatly laid out for us. Sartre said that a humanist « loves humankind as it is, and as it should be, loves humans in death and in life ».
Marc Riboud is a humanist who loves life. One sees that from his earliest photos. The disdainful peacock who visits Jaipur, retirees from Villeurbanne practically drowning in their easychairs, the fogs of Huang-Shang, the laugh of his daughter playing with her giant rabbits, all of this is what Marc calls the eye’s "good time". He also takes sides, he says how difficult it is to be Arab or Congolese, he pronounces the horrors of war, without saturating his film with hemoglobin. There are no flowers in guns on his contact sheet, but we see one flower defying all arms.
Everything we know about him we have learned through his photos. His discretion, his pacing, and through all barriers, his taste for truth. He says he is not a philosopher, or sociologist. It’s true. But he is an artist. That is also true. This book is the proof. Because beyond the description of a city that has gone through a dazzling evolution, there is a man that transcends dailiness and goes beyond the anecdote. The care given to form in one of Marc’s images makes it specific and exceptionally distinct. - Robert Delpire
Signed by Marc Riboud
Fine / Near Fine: A tight, clean copy throughout. Dust Jacket with a 1” L-shaped closed tear to top of front panel near spine with associated creasing.