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The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
09/08/2014 4638
09/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
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4636
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
09/08/2014 4636
09/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
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4635
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
09/08/2014 4635
09/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
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4634
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
09/08/2014 4634
09/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
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4637
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet
07/08/2014 4637
07/08/2014
The Forgotten Ones of the Paris Ring Road
France, Paris - 2014 -2015 - Between the Porte du Pré-Saint-Gervais and the Porte des Lilas, David
David (40) manages to get by. He has a special welfare allowance and health cover. Every morning he goes to a local NGO to collect surplus articles from stores. He has a wheelbarrow and a trolley. Then he makes things using whatever he has retrieved.
“Everything I make is psychology.”
That’s what he calls his camp site: “Psychology.” Then, one wet summer’s day, when I was up above him, he suddenly screamed out:
“You’ve got your photos! Get out!”
I could see the rage in his eyes, and the danger. I hadn’t seen it coming. I slowly moved backwards, step by step, and when I got to the corner, I ran. I went into a café and burst into tears. There was fear, and the loneliness of the situation, of doing this story, the fear that the work I was doing with him was not being understood, the fear of not having realized what was happening. That was “psychology.”
© Diane Grimonet