Genesis Lacrima

To go down in the street is a strong will, an uncontrolled need: The street is ours and it is necessary not to forget it, not to silence its opinions or hold back its tears. We must shout our discontent, fight against the injustices and misery we see as spectators hijacked in front of a screen. This need to meet in the street is also and above all to find this feeling of hope in contact with the procession. Unity is created between these people of all ages, all professions, all backgrounds. We are cohesion, we are possible. For that Emilie’s camera is her best ally because we are the witnesses of these conflicts, to the nearest, to the true one. In manifestation everything goes very fast, hence this fleeting desire to immortalize certain key moments that remain colorful and indelible. Between two lulls Emilie re-arms her Canon with a new film. She has in all and for all of two times thirty-six breaks: she has no margin of error, each photo is taken with care. The choice of film in demonstration is not a choice, she now is only making photography this way. Each gathering is organized as a team whose asphalt is the ground, the awareness and the awakening driving. Each person has his role to play and is watchful, everyone observes his comrades with kindness. You never walk alone, there is always someone to lift you up. This crowd that beats the pavement, the incandescent red of a smoke torch diffused in the smoke of the tear gas, the rage of the demonstrators, their offensive gestures: as many moments that Emilie’s memory can not remember and that only a photo can translate. The adrenaline makes her trigger the click. Her 40mm is an extension of what she sees, she watches the world carefully, she turns around and seeks to capture its natural maximum. Violence is the means and the end of the authority that is in front of the protesters, it is pernicious and invisible. Emilie is a witness to the failing memory, trying to keep some valuable traces.