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Myself …

Some very old pictures… I think they doesn’t fall into the usual boring self portrait category… well i hope so..

Inspiration… missing…

I don’t have any inspiration for these 2 pictures, but I guess they stand on their own very well. They are from my last UE advanture.

Screaming for life

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see it’s beady eyes
Hold these things into position
All these things are one to swallow whole.

By Radiohead, Street spirit.

Tonka !

I know it’s a shame I haven’t post anything for a while, but I’ve been out of UE since so long, too busy shooting racing car and other stuffs… Here’s something new from last week:

First exhibition

Every year,the Centre d’histoire de Montréal is doing a photography contest, this year subject was: Montreal Industrial. Being an urban photog like me, you can’t ask any better. So I did my best and submit what I could, with my couple month of experience behind a kodak.

The result are fairly impressive, since 3 out of my 4 pictures were chose among the 50th or so best picture submitted and are now exposed at the museum.

The exhibition will end on september 7 2008, and I suggest you to take a look by yourself. There’s some amazing photography and talent to find. And don’t be shy to comment my own work.

More informations HERE.

Sebastien N.

Save me

I was sitting in a corner, looking at the location around me. Then I saw that broken door giving me a dirty look with the crispy walls falling apart, the sun reflecting on the cold icy floor, and the stairs added some strange line to the scene. Everything was there and a song came right up to my mind:

I got a candle
And I’ve got a spoon
I live in a hallway with no doors
And no rooms

Under a windowsill
They all were found
A touch of concrete within the doorway
Without a sound

How did I get here
And what went wrong
Couldn’t handle forgiveness
Now I’m far beyond gone

by Shinedown, Save me.

Stairway

As we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

by Led Zeppelin, Stairway to heaven.

Tell me, why ?

I’ve been asked multiple times, either by friends, cops or just about anyone looking at my photographies, why I am shooting in such environment and what bring most of us (urbexer) in abandoned structures.

Well, first of all I have to confess, I love how these places smell. But more seriously though, it is a big challenge and a real school to learn on how to deal with the ambiant lighting and to create my own with whatever I have in my pocket. You also have to keep pushing your creativity further and further to makes something ugly looking beautiful. And honnestly, do you know alot of place with easy access that gives you the opportunity to have such a look on the city ? I don’t…

So here we go, new stuff from this cold*ss neverending winter:

The drainer

I guess these pictures speaks for themself, but lets try it with some lyrics about an angel…

No time permits to open up
When you’ve been hiding thoughts so strong
She’s been holding out for an angel to come along
No reply from the sky
But she just keeps looking up
She just keeps looking up now

by Crossfade, Broken like an Angel.

Hope you enjoy these one… It was freaking cold, my feet were completly white and hurted for 2 days, and to top it off, my equipment almost got submerged in the process.