Sleeping under the stars on this land of Jerusalem, being woken up in the morning by the cry of the swifts, he did it. Didier Ben Loulou is like a cat. Behind his lens, he watches for a presence. Franco-Israeli photographer, so much from here and so much from elsewhere that he never stops watching the movement.
Author of more than twenty books (including Chronicles from Jerusalem and beyond Or Clarification, conversations with Fabien Ribéry), Didier Ben Loulou is endowed with a plural retina – a little philosophy, a little architecture and a lot of the Mediterranean – In short, his backpack as a nomadic walker will have thrown him under the sun of Marseilles, Jaffa, Athens, Tangier, Salonika, Ajaccio. With an almost metaphysical way of turning one’s back on the tumult of the world to welcome people, their history, their alphabet. This is what seems to emerge from his new opus at Éditions La table ronde entitled Judaeaa magnificent album to learn to look at, and which reminds us: the desert is not desert.
The musical choices of Didier Ben Loulou
Serge Gainsbourg Melody Nelson
Yehudit Ravitz
The Doors Riders on the Storm.