Christophe Glaudel was born in France and comes to photography after studying Biology & Botany in 1990.
He has been experimenting in all forms of photography since this time. The arrival of the digital technology came at the perfect time and the challenge to find the same feeling of film in digital, and in fact it's given him more control over the final images.
Christophe has lived in Berlin, Morocco and Arles. He has found this has brought color and life to his photography.
Taking advantage not only spontanious situations but creating his own feeling within his images.
He now lives and works out of Paris France.
How to describe what I did with photographic art since Arles?
The most appropriate for me would be to use a parable:
Photography has been my faithful companion for over twenty years! When the day was young, we left this school passing through of the town hall, arm in arm, under the bright full sun, as good as it gets, descending the stairs of reality.
So I have spent my life with my chosen companion, where every day is an ambiguous relationship. This daily attachment changes depending on our mood and she taunts me. Our bond connects us with the light and reminds me the emotion of first love, love at first sight, or the weariness felt in the company of a Melancholy whore, or again feeling this very strong emotion which goes against reason.
I've surrended myself to photography, the concubine of my eyes, and her daily hope nourishes me, suggesting that with each new day the sun brings, she will enable us to design together my very best photographs. I allow her to become a versatile agent and thereby I turn into a hard worker of the image, to make myself sculpt naturally and shape reality to match the imagination of my ideas.
As a fertile muse, she offers me her body to embrace with a picture, caress with a smile, whatever I will operate on. Her lips speak on my behalf to my fellow man to persuade my neighbor to be on the next shot. As I inform through a landscape or a face, my beloved mistress lets me fondle her delicate skin delightful to the touch, capable of overcoming wounds and scars, the marks of my subjects. I live with one who holds the keys to the gates of the past and by pronouncing her name, she opens the gates to the present, usually inaccessible to ordinary eyes.
But she and I stayed modest throughout these years, I have not carried the torch of fame and my silhouette of my imaginary conquest has remained in the shadow of the temple of the muses. I find solace by filling with honor the second ranks of artists as Monsieur Boileau wrote when it happens that my tragic muse betrays me with her unfaithfulness with another manipulator of light, more conspicuous and obvious. Regardless of her efforts to humiliate me, I know she will come back to me, heal me and - again and again - share her pleasure with me and my rival, fill my delight to look at works of light, my fickle lady.
Rather than use the nostalgic imagery in addressing the question at hand, I'd rather explain it like this: What am I doing with photography today? Well, I think it would be clearer to say what photography has done for me. But really, what I have committed with photography, the images that I have conceived with her gives the best answer to this delicate question.
The most appropriate for me would be to use a parable:
Photography has been my faithful companion for over twenty years! When the day was young, we left this school passing through of the town hall, arm in arm, under the bright full sun, as good as it gets, descending the stairs of reality.
So I have spent my life with my chosen companion, where every day is an ambiguous relationship. This daily attachment changes depending on our mood and she taunts me. Our bond connects us with the light and reminds me the emotion of first love, love at first sight, or the weariness felt in the company of a Melancholy whore, or again feeling this very strong emotion which goes against reason.
I've surrended myself to photography, the concubine of my eyes, and her daily hope nourishes me, suggesting that with each new day the sun brings, she will enable us to design together my very best photographs. I allow her to become a versatile agent and thereby I turn into a hard worker of the image, to make myself sculpt naturally and shape reality to match the imagination of my ideas.
As a fertile muse, she offers me her body to embrace with a picture, caress with a smile, whatever I will operate on. Her lips speak on my behalf to my fellow man to persuade my neighbor to be on the next shot. As I inform through a landscape or a face, my beloved mistress lets me fondle her delicate skin delightful to the touch, capable of overcoming wounds and scars, the marks of my subjects. I live with one who holds the keys to the gates of the past and by pronouncing her name, she opens the gates to the present, usually inaccessible to ordinary eyes.
But she and I stayed modest throughout these years, I have not carried the torch of fame and my silhouette of my imaginary conquest has remained in the shadow of the temple of the muses. I find solace by filling with honor the second ranks of artists as Monsieur Boileau wrote when it happens that my tragic muse betrays me with her unfaithfulness with another manipulator of light, more conspicuous and obvious. Regardless of her efforts to humiliate me, I know she will come back to me, heal me and - again and again - share her pleasure with me and my rival, fill my delight to look at works of light, my fickle lady.
Rather than use the nostalgic imagery in addressing the question at hand, I'd rather explain it like this: What am I doing with photography today? Well, I think it would be clearer to say what photography has done for me. But really, what I have committed with photography, the images that I have conceived with her gives the best answer to this delicate question.