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2428
Burning Man
In 2015, the theme was "The Carnival of Mirrors". Sheds around the Man offer circus workshops.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2015 2428
01/09/2015
Burning Man
In 2015, the theme was "The Carnival of Mirrors". Sheds around the Man offer circus workshops.
© Eric Bouvet
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4617
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
24/11/2014 4617
24/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4623
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4623
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4622
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4622
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4621
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4621
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4620
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4620
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4619
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4619
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4618
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4616
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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4615
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4615
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
14/11/2014 4614
14/11/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
16/10/2014 4624
16/10/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, 2015 - Porte de Champerret, Fernando
Gradually the cafés started opening, and I could hear the old song about Paris waking at 5 in the morning. I’d spotted a sheet metal shack on top of a public transport structure.
“How did you find where I live?”
It was a random discovery.
“Are you police?”
Fernando (51) has been in France since 1978, and in the street since 2011. He says he’s lucky because he can go to his brother’s place at the weekend for a shower. He used to work on building sites, and he’s lucky, so he says. He suffered a stroke which changed his life. He receives minimum income support of 500 euros a month, has no mobile telephone, and refuses to beg. He set up his shelter here because he was sick of being thrown out of buildings where he would sleep in hallways; he was sick of being a nuisance. He’s afraid of the Russians and the Poles. Some time later I went back to see him, but his shack had been taken down and Fernando was nowhere to be seen.
© Diane Grimonet
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3164
Burning Man
Publication XXI
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 3164
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Publication XXI
© Eric Bouvet
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3163
Burning Man
Publication Paris-MATCH
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 3163
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Publication Paris-MATCH
© Eric Bouvet
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2445
Burning Man
Finished, tantra workshops, cooking classes, yoga, concerts ... The last dawn has a mystical side. One draws energy to return to one's normal life.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2445
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Finished, tantra workshops, cooking classes, yoga, concerts ... The last dawn has a mystical side. One draws energy to return to one's normal life.
© Eric Bouvet
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2444
Burning Man
On Sunday morning, the silent crowd fell asleep on the hot embers.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2444
01/09/2012
Burning Man
On Sunday morning, the silent crowd fell asleep on the hot embers.
© Eric Bouvet
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2443
Burning Man
On the last night, tens of thousands of people, surrounded by mutant vehicles, watch the Man burn. In the distance, a giant octopus spits flames.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2443
01/09/2012
Burning Man
On the last night, tens of thousands of people, surrounded by mutant vehicles, watch the Man burn. In the distance, a giant octopus spits flames.
© Eric Bouvet
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2442
Burning Man
On the last night, tens of thousands of people, surrounded by mutant vehicles, watch the Man burn. In the distance, a giant octopus spits flames.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2442
01/09/2012
Burning Man
On the last night, tens of thousands of people, surrounded by mutant vehicles, watch the Man burn. In the distance, a giant octopus spits flames.
© Eric Bouvet
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2441
Burning Man
Under a neon heart, two lovers on a swing. This Art Camp is dedicated to the cultivation of pink. The sofas and all the drinks offered by the creators of the "installation" are pink.
Every "burner" arrives here with his food, his drinks, the elements of the decor that he wants to install, but, when he leaves, everything must have disappeared.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2441
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Under a neon heart, two lovers on a swing. This Art Camp is dedicated to the cultivation of pink. The sofas and all the drinks offered by the creators of the "installation" are pink.
Every "burner" arrives here with his food, his drinks, the elements of the decor that he wants to install, but, when he leaves, everything must have disappeared.
© Eric Bouvet
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2440
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people, of all origins spend a week, cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. It is advisable to be carried by love.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2440
01/09/2012
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people, of all origins spend a week, cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. It is advisable to be carried by love.
© Eric Bouvet
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2439
Burning Man
Volunteers dressed in white, loaded with bottles of petroleum will feed the lamp posts.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2439
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Volunteers dressed in white, loaded with bottles of petroleum will feed the lamp posts.
© Eric Bouvet
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2438
Burning Man
The logistics of the event is incredible. Black Rock is in the middle of the desert. Everything comes from elsewhere: men, equipment, provisions, cranes ... But each work presented will be burned. It has value only through exchange, collective emotion.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2438
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The logistics of the event is incredible. Black Rock is in the middle of the desert. Everything comes from elsewhere: men, equipment, provisions, cranes ... But each work presented will be burned. It has value only through exchange, collective emotion.
© Eric Bouvet
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2437
Burning Man
The Distrikt, with its trendy electro DJs, is the place to be before dusk.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2437
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The Distrikt, with its trendy electro DJs, is the place to be before dusk.
© Eric Bouvet
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2436
Burning Man
They did not know each other, they danced together for five minutes and continued on their way, each on their own. No one judges. Social barriers are falling. The festival-goers, the "Burners", do not care if you are old, rich or big.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2436
01/09/2012
Burning Man
They did not know each other, they danced together for five minutes and continued on their way, each on their own. No one judges. Social barriers are falling. The festival-goers, the "Burners", do not care if you are old, rich or big.
© Eric Bouvet
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2435
Burning Man
VIPs can be found in private camps with air conditioning, private toilets, lobsters and wi-fi. Their caravans of stars hang in the landscape. For 22,000 euros, a private jet dropped them off at the Black Rock aerodrome.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2435
01/09/2012
Burning Man
VIPs can be found in private camps with air conditioning, private toilets, lobsters and wi-fi. Their caravans of stars hang in the landscape. For 22,000 euros, a private jet dropped them off at the Black Rock aerodrome.
© Eric Bouvet
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2434
Burning Man
The "fly-girl" is part of a group that runs from bar to bar. She runs, she drinks, she runs, she drinks. The festival also organizes a marathon. It's strange to see sportsmen practicing in the desert ...
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2434
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The "fly-girl" is part of a group that runs from bar to bar. She runs, she drinks, she runs, she drinks. The festival also organizes a marathon. It's strange to see sportsmen practicing in the desert ...
© Eric Bouvet
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2433
Burning Man
The sandstorms are the salt of the festival. In the Burner's paraphernalia, ski or construction masks are indispensable.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2433
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The sandstorms are the salt of the festival. In the Burner's paraphernalia, ski or construction masks are indispensable.
© Eric Bouvet
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2432
Burning Man
On this installation, the steps are held by ropes and make the climb unstable. Like all the others, this work is burned at the end of the festival. "No ego" is one of the slogans of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2432
01/09/2012
Burning Man
On this installation, the steps are held by ropes and make the climb unstable. Like all the others, this work is burned at the end of the festival. "No ego" is one of the slogans of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
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2431
Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2431
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
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2430
Burning Man
Ice cream distribution. Everyone has to bring gifts for others.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2430
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Ice cream distribution. Everyone has to bring gifts for others.
© Eric Bouvet
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2429
Burning Man
In Black Rock, an ephemeral city in the middle of the Nevada Desert, fashionable artists, start-up employees and trendy youth meet once a year to dance, play and create. Burning Man is their party.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2429
01/09/2012
Burning Man
In Black Rock, an ephemeral city in the middle of the Nevada Desert, fashionable artists, start-up employees and trendy youth meet once a year to dance, play and create. Burning Man is their party.
© Eric Bouvet
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2427
Burning Man
In the middle of the desert, a few kilometers from the festival, an "event". Young women dance topless, proud of their bodies. Right next door, a small group of "burners" equipped with a cart offer round the cocktails. Everything seems chaotic but every performance is perfectly orchestrated.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2427
01/09/2012
Burning Man
In the middle of the desert, a few kilometers from the festival, an "event". Young women dance topless, proud of their bodies. Right next door, a small group of "burners" equipped with a cart offer round the cocktails. Everything seems chaotic but every performance is perfectly orchestrated.
© Eric Bouvet
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2426
Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2426
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The only way to cross the city is by bike. On the road that leads to the desert, the shops of cycles are robbed.
© Eric Bouvet
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2424
Burning Man
All parties are possible in Black Rock City, all inspirations too. On a desert background, a young couple with children evokes the mystery of the unicorn.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2424
01/09/2012
Burning Man
All parties are possible in Black Rock City, all inspirations too. On a desert background, a young couple with children evokes the mystery of the unicorn.
© Eric Bouvet
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2423
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. The only means of transport is the bicycle.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2423
01/09/2012
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange. The only means of transport is the bicycle.
© Eric Bouvet
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2422
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2422
01/09/2012
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange.
© Eric Bouvet
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2421
Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a number of ways through various artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2421
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a number of ways through various artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
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2420
Burning Man
The logistics of the event is incredible. Black Rock is in the middle of the desert. Everything comes from elsewhere: men, equipment, food, cranes ...
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2420
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The logistics of the event is incredible. Black Rock is in the middle of the desert. Everything comes from elsewhere: men, equipment, food, cranes ...
© Eric Bouvet
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2419
Burning Man
Cars are prohibited. Only authorized
The "mutant vehicles", works of art competing with ingenuity. Many are home to DJs.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2419
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Cars are prohibited. Only authorized
The "mutant vehicles", works of art competing with ingenuity. Many are home to DJs.
© Eric Bouvet
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2418
Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a variety of artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2418
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Participants at the Burning Man event in the Black Rock Desert are encouraged to express themselves in a variety of artistic forms and projects. Clothes are optional and nudity in public is common, but not practiced by the majority.
© Eric Bouvet
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2417
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2417
01/09/2012
Burning Man
More than 50,000 people from all backgrounds spend a week cut off from the world in a delirium of creativity and exchange.
© Eric Bouvet
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Burning Man
Typical daily scene: in front of a false cinema of cardboard-paste adorned with a poster, a "burger" in beautiful night.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2415
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Typical daily scene: in front of a false cinema of cardboard-paste adorned with a poster, a "burger" in beautiful night.
© Eric Bouvet
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2414
Burning Man
In Burning Man, there are no spectators, only participants. The minimum is to come in disguise. The 70,000 festival tickets sell on the Internet in seconds and cost 340 euros.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2414
01/09/2012
Burning Man
In Burning Man, there are no spectators, only participants. The minimum is to come in disguise. The 70,000 festival tickets sell on the Internet in seconds and cost 340 euros.
© Eric Bouvet
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2413
Burning Man
The Man grows year after year. It sits in the middle of the Playa and is burned on Saturday night at the end of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2413
01/09/2012
Burning Man
The Man grows year after year. It sits in the middle of the Playa and is burned on Saturday night at the end of the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
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2412
Burning Man
Burning Man, there are no spectators, only participants. The minimum is to come in disguise. The 70,000 festival tickets sold on the Internet in seconds.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2412
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Burning Man, there are no spectators, only participants. The minimum is to come in disguise. The 70,000 festival tickets sold on the Internet in seconds.
© Eric Bouvet
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2411
Burning Man
In the heart of the "playa" (the beach), the salted lake where the festival takes place, a "mutant vehicle" transports the revelers. These giants equipped with overpowering sound systems must be approved by the local authorities.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2411
01/09/2012
Burning Man
In the heart of the "playa" (the beach), the salted lake where the festival takes place, a "mutant vehicle" transports the revelers. These giants equipped with overpowering sound systems must be approved by the local authorities.
© Eric Bouvet
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2410
Burning Man
A city, Black Rock City, emerges in the middle of the Nevada Desert. Hundreds of encampments form an arc around the "Playa", the place where we find the "Man", the wooden statue that gave its name to the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2410
01/09/2012
Burning Man
A city, Black Rock City, emerges in the middle of the Nevada Desert. Hundreds of encampments form an arc around the "Playa", the place where we find the "Man", the wooden statue that gave its name to the festival.
© Eric Bouvet
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2409
Burning Man
Every year, at the end of August, hundreds of cars and motorhomes flock to the Burning Man Art and Music Festival in the Nevada Desert.
© Eric Bouvet
01/09/2012 2409
01/09/2012
Burning Man
Every year, at the end of August, hundreds of cars and motorhomes flock to the Burning Man Art and Music Festival in the Nevada Desert.
© Eric Bouvet
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1870
The wisdom of the human race
Within, everything is connected.
This is because an action in one part produces a similar reaction elsewhere
and thus a response.
Svâmi Prajnânpad
1870
The wisdom of the human race
Within, everything is connected.
This is because an action in one part produces a similar reaction elsewhere
and thus a response.
Svâmi Prajnânpad