Difficult to know that it is the share of creation of the photographer
when he immortalise a scene of spectacle. It is not enough to know
to press on the release of compact. In the semi darkness of the room,
with the c?ur of a hubbub of discussions and noises of chair, silhouettes
cross, are hustled. One hears "excuse me", of "forgiveness". Each one
seeks the best place, assoit, is raised, turned over. Sometimes, in a halation
of light, one reconnait somebody, a courteous safety, an epic of the hand
to indicate a free place. The hour approaches. One does not finish settling,
the light drops, one does not hear any more but whispers, fabric crumplings.
Silence. Darkness. The curtain opens. The decoration is discovered, then
little by little, the characters appear at the rate/rhythm of the music. The spectator
remains amazed, the opened wide eye. Silence. One is in environment. But it is
necessary to react, even surprised, the photographer must perpetuate the strong
moments. There is necessary to know to place, remain discrete, seize the good
attitudes, to play with a capricious light, to make the development. Ca is there, too
late, the actor is except framework, it changed attitude, of installation. Tans worse,
there is necessary to follow and not to be let exceed, to carry by its sensitivity,
always to remain attentive with what occurs in depth. At the end of one hour, the
actors solidify, the applause fuse, the light is re-ignited. It is finished. Ouf! All is
out of box.
