Slightly Nutty Street Photography

   At the Beaucroissant agricultural fair, grumpy farmers are selling and buying cattle. You can see them leading cows across the dusty streets of this little town, lost in the country and split by a perfectly straight railway. Some others carry heavy equipment, bargain and even fight sometimes. And all of them eventually find their way to the saloon.

    Resting with Sylvie on a terrace near Florence's Duomo, I noticed this couple of our age sitting like us on the floor. Like us they were in love, and like me he was photographing everything. The scene was full of romantic and sensual symbols. I took their picture as soon as they kissed.

    Back in Haspres (the village of my parents in the North of France) for the new year eve, I really enjoyed visiting the most common places all around. So I got very excited when my mom proposed me to go along with her and buy some food at the new Aldi discount store in the nearby village. The scenery inside this little supermarket was beyond my expectations. Bright white, it was full of authoritative labels and obedient customers.

    This chef of a small restaurant in one of the oldest Grenoble streets was vaping, waiting for the first customers to arrive. He looked quite relaxed. But he was nervously checking his phone, which was probably not so helpful.

     In Kyoto, the large Sanmon gate stands for the entrance of the beautiful Nanzen-ji temple. You can climb inside and visit this ancient sacred gate, provided that you take off your shoes. As I reached the top, I discovered a magnificent view on the gardens and the nearby mountains, perfectly framed by the old wooden floor and ceiling.

     When I entered the big tent where cows were exhibited at this agricultural fair, I noticed one particular farmer. He was quite young and very caring for his animals. Then he started to hang a medal over two of his cows, taking all his time so that it was perfectly visible. Which allowed me to shoot several frames and finally select this one on which he was in full pride and extension.

     It was the end of a busy afternoon in Paris and the subway corridors near Place du Châtelet were crowded. As my colleagues and I were trying to make our way through the crowd, it stroke me that nobody seemed to follow exactly the same direction. The vision of all these people struggling to follow their own way, like the adds on the wall said, made me take this picture which I loved afterwards.

    Wandering in the streets of New Orleans after a conference, I noticed a bar which seemed dedicated to bikers. Lots of shiny motorcycles were parked close to the entrance. And bikers kept on driving by. So I decided to take the picture of one of them just in front of this bar. Luckily, a burly biker with a hat and a big cigar arrived soon enough, which allowed me to disappear before the two gruffy men having a beer could express their obvious discontent of being taken in picture.