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I am an amateur photographer and a philosophy student of 21 years old, crossing extreme music concerts, from this passion was born the desire to capture the sounds and come to interrogate the order of the collective fictions and the reality of common shows, the one of any policy immobilizing through order any sensitivity attributing a common organization of meaning by giving them an ordination and a common hierarchy which is irreducible to the social order. Here the photography is aiming to come worry about the visible, give to see movement in tune with emotions, exalting what makes music a confrontation, a fight in which expression then finds his freedom facing the bodies rhythm and highlight singular physiognomies that untie the night sounds, the goal is to make spring a willingness disorganization in this space where the reality emerges through photography at the limits of sounds, it slips where words and speech cannot anymore, sometimes the lens stops and everything seems to be silent around an emotion to reveal the extent and from these presences through which lives the insubordination ...

I am an amateur photographer and a philosophy student of 21 years old, crossing extreme music concerts, from this passion was born the desire to capture the sounds and come to interrogate the order of the collective fictions and the reality of common shows, the one of any policy immobilizing through order any sensitivity attributing a common organization of meaning by giving them an ordination and a common hierarchy which is irreducible to the social order. Here the photography is aiming to come worry about the visible, give to see movement in tune with emotions, exalting what makes music a confrontation, a fight in which expression then finds his freedom face to the bodies rhythm and highlight singular physiognomies that untie the night sounds, the goal is to make spring a willingness disorganization in this space where the reality emerges through photography at the limits of sounds, it slips where words and speech cannot anymore, sometimes the lens stops and everything seems to be silent around an emotion to reveal the extent and from these presences through which lives the insubordination ...