Special interview / Michel Nguie

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This is not the first time we talk with the french photographer, Michel Nguie.
This time, I asked him to tell us more about some pictures (background, people, place or anything) in few sentences.

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Insomnia : I don’t know for the title. Maybe a film kind of Dario Argento’s. I orchestrated things right after. I could not say what, because originally he was really trying to call someone on that bed. I can no longer remember what was real or what acted. I got trapped by my own illusion.

 

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Sunday morning: on a Sunday morning I was going to church, I forgot it was the Day Light Savings time. So I was an hour early, it was unusually calm in the tramway. That made me think there was something weird going on, an unusual occurence. I think I prayed in my heart to arrive on time for once and I got my wish. At the end of my trip I saw this cart and dirt mound, so just once will not hurt, I improvised a “statue d’art-content-pour-rien” cause I’d a little time… Maybe that cart was already on the earthen berm I believe. I simply added pipes and certainly oriented a little the cart for the composition… Residents around looked at me weirdly. I must have looked like a crazy guy : in my Sunday best and in a picturesque choreography I was turning around my prey to catch the best viewpoint before I the click.

 

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Did you see the worlds : Budapest with my best friend Mika. Basically I wanted to go to Bucharest and we got tickets to Budapest. It’s a bit ridiculous these kind of mistakes right? The title: youtube.com/watch?v=OXfwc0RDHBQ

 

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Jésus Saves : Nothing can save my soul, nothing but the blood of Jesus!

 

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Orphan babies : A real souvenir photo I took at the exit of the grocery store on my street “Le cours Victor Hugo” I was going home – I don’t remember from where I was coming – but I was going home, I called the dog I think like “look at me”. The title is the name of a song I listened while processing this photographic film and this particular photo: youtube.com/watch?v=eI8craygsho

 

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Eye am alive : That bunch of flowers is the result of post All Saints Day. My parents live in a house next to a cemetery. So walking by the cemetery is something I have done since I was a child to going to my parents. A random thing. And every year I see this bunch of flowers. So this year I photographed it by climbing on a dumpster.

 

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Selber : This is my friend Romain at the Dune of Pyla. youtube.com/watch?v=0eYx4Rv1dRU . Mass is said.

 

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A true souvenir photo of my buddy Gaêtan “à la capitale”. Hanging around in Belleville… (Paris)

 

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28/14 #ColdFact : At nightfall at the Cap Ferret. It is part of the photo series that I named after the album with the same name and that inspired me a lot when I discovered it youtube.com/watch?v=vKYEYNX-Eug

 

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Playing in Coal :)
Five solae : wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_solae

 

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Kids #3 : A true picture made an afternoon swimming in the lake, these youngs are a beautiful trinity.

 

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Junior & Christian : Two brothers, two kids up and coming, there we meet at the skate park.

 

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Tatiana : Our paths intersect for years. I was not taking pictures when we first met each other. That day she offered me a coffee and we made a portrait of her as I sometimes do. When I see her it is pretty close to where this picture was taken. Today may be the last time we saw each other.

 

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Turkish or Bulgarian kids on a field. A squat where they lived in Bordeaux. They hide when they say me, maybe for the game, or maybe I scared them…

 

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Arthur is a buddy, we were in Guétary at the “endless summer”, a parking lot on the beach

 

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I forgot his name, I met this man in St Germain (Paris) one night.

 

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A real photo of Antoine who hunts the snipe bird in the Medoc on the property of Chateau St Barbes. That afternoon he caught two or three of them, I don’t remember it well, and may be another thing. I didn’t catch anything after having fired twenty bullets: looser.

 

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That guy is lying at the bottom of the St Michel arrow, another guy yells at him “we take your picture”, and then his eyes meet the objective.

 

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Jérémie. That was in the Jura region, we did his portrait for the website. He is an illustrator : jeremieclaeys.com.
He is a friend, a brother, we’re part of the same Majestart crew : majestart.com

 

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All Apologies : That was in the Jura region, at the occasion of this weekend with all the members of our Majestart crew. We improvised that weekend with Antonin, a good buddy. The second half of the very talented THTF and also a member of Majestart like me. The song title makes reference to a song of Nirvana.

 

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Romain is a friend who acts for my mediocre ideas for a fashion campaign for which I got a commission, is that what we say? (It was for the T-shirt brand he is wearing) At first the sponsor loved the photo, but after all he ended up not using it. It was a little creepy compared to the image he wanted to convey for the campaign according to him…

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Lille airport tarmac.

 

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Nevermind : Antonin (see photo: All apologies). Photo made a few minutes before.

 

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Temps Mort : It is a dog called Jah. Maybe it’s a she. When I met him (the only time I saw him), it made me a party as they say. And then quickly, it went back after one asked it to leave me alone (someone who was not its master). He reverted back to a sadness that seemed to kill her. Period. : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRXkmmI7k6Y

 

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The Blaye nuclear plant I think, the photo is called Elom. It is a dedication to the brother who came along with me and who patiently waited my rantings to take this photo whereas we were expected and arrived late. I offer him the picture that I showed then.

 

Merci beaucoup pour ces histoires Michel !

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