Nomad, this is how I’m called.
Nevertheless I am not a gipsy, either a Roma, or one free party fan, I am not a roadside whore and I have no dog. Nobody asks the question if my clothes are clean. I am an invisible nomad.
I’m one of them, those whom lives in a car, a truck or a caravans. This population which moves according to the same dream: escape the settled way of life, as if it was a trap, as for a better escape from social ideals.
In 2004, freshly graduate from the Art school of Grenoble, I bought my first car and drove towards the Atlantic Coast for my first season. It is an “Express” which I call Roberta. Then a first journey, a return, then a truck this time. A big red “Ford Transit” of the 90s, then other journeys, then other returns, the whole rythmed by the organization of exhibitions. I finally lived about five years in this truck named Carlos. Then, after the tragic death of the tree of direction, it is a “Peugot Expert” named Drafts that I live, then it’s the turn of in Al Fonce a ” Mazda traveller “.
During several years, on the road, I tryed to do some portraits of these unknown nomads … How to report the everyday life ?
Simple portraits, of the people or their vehicles was not enough. Finally, since October, 2010, it is from inside that the series really begins.
The simplest way to give you an idea of this life: the view from my bed!
