By freezing, in the instant of the shot, the profusion of movement in this immense firework created by millions of individuals whose only ambition is the explosion of colour, the photographer brings order to the moment. Disorder becomes a form of harmony, even if, in the reading of the image itself, it is that disorder that is in charge. One cannot even invoke informal freedom: informal painting, however unrestrained, always obeys a kind of controlled balance. Here, on the contrary, photography is not devoid of harmony, but harmony is not its purpose: its purpose is disorder itself. It is here that a deeper truth is revealed: a force and a visual reality belonging only to photography, capable of transforming chaos into vision and, for an instant, turning it into a form of knowledge.Napex 255041

Sylvain Bellenger