AZIMUT
A photographic journey
with the Tendance Floue collective
10.24.2020 ...  01.24.2021

Opening Friday Oct. 23 th 7 pm
 
AZIMUT
 
[from the Arab (as-)simt, the path ],
March – Octobre 2017
A photographic journey.
In France.
 
French photography has a new found sense of freedom. The Tendance Floue photographer’s collective grew tired of the constraints of commissioned work, and were eager to get back the feeling of independence that defined the movement’s origins, so they decided to go on a road-trip. The idea was to travel around in a relay, exploring the countryside, wandering aimlessly through the cities and towns. Their only requirement was to move forward a little every day and to document their impressions of the road in words and images, before passing the baton on to another photographer. The idea was not to take a break, but to open a window on the world.
 
 At the time, the Tendance Floue collective was about 25 years old, a quarter of a century in other words. That crucial age where freedom meets maturity. Everything is possible at that age. It is the time we break free to travel the world, when we define and appropriate a place, alone or with friends.

The members of the collective invited other photographers to share their road-trip experience. With the new-found freedom of Azimut, the collective came into its own. One echoed the other.
 
The unprecedented six-month relay-journey involved fifteen members of the collective and sixteen guest photographers. Travelling without a specific aim is what defines any adventure. While the path taken was incidental and the destination unimportant, documenting the Azimut was the one rule everyone had to follow. A Moleskine notebook was handed from traveller to traveller like a relay baton, forming a common thread between the photographers. Travelling meant knowing when to stop, to be able to write, comment, express their fears, share their encounters and, at times, log their dreams. The story of the journey is told in both photographs and words. Social media kept a daily track of their activities as each day, a photograph was posted to an Instagram account with comments from the photographer. The project was also recorded in self-published notebooks, almost in real time, anchoring it very much in its time.
 
The French landscape has already been extensively documented photographically, from the Mission héliographique that began in 1851, to DATAR in 1984 to France Territoire Liquide in 2017. Tendance Floue reinvented the genre and took it outside the box, without waiting for the next institutional campaign. Everyone was free to choose their own path, literally and figuratively; they were even free to get lost, all the better to trace an instinctive cartography of the landscapes they travelled through. Azimut gives us an unfettered look of a territory in the concrete sense of the term, while also exploring the personal territories of the artists. It forms a collective trail that makes room for each individual to express themselves.
 
With:
Bertrand Meunier,
Grégoire Eloy,
Gilles Coulon,
Meyer,
Antoine Bruy,
Pascal Aimar,
Alain Willaume,
Patrick Tourneboeuf,
Mat Jacob,
Kourtney Roy,
Pascal Dolémieux,
Michel Bousquet,
Julien Magre,
Stéphane Lavoué,
Léa Habourdin,
Fred Stucin,
Marine Lanier,
Clémentine Schneidermann,
Mouna Saboni,
Guillaume Chauvin,
Yann Merlin,
Gabrielle Duplantier,
Olivier Culmann,
Bertrand Desprez,
Julien Mignot,
Thierry Ardouin,
Yohanne Lamoulère,
Marion Poussier,
Denis Bourges,
Flore-Aël Surun,
Laure Flammarion
and Nour Sabbagh
 
Curated by:
Anne-Céline Borey, Sylvain Besson, musée Nicéphore Niépce
 
All of the prints in the exhibition were printed in the Musée Nicéphore Niépce’s laboratory on Canson paper Imaging, Photo Mat Paper 180 g and Infinity, Rag Photographique 310 g.
 
The museum would like to thank:
Canson, The Société des Amis du musée Nicéphore Niépce, all the members of the Tendance Floue collective and their guests, in particular Clémentine Semeria, Grégoire Eloy, Bertrand Meunier and Fred Boucher.
 
 Edition:
 Azimut
 Éditions Textuel
 ISBN : 978-2-84597-821-8
 17 x 23 cm
 288 pages
 35 €
 

Bertrand Meunier

I went down to the banks of the Seine to observe the retirees and their dogs. I thought about the soap opera “The Young and the restless”, and about my mother who I haven’t seen since the summer, about the little things in life, in mine, in yours, in the world. It was nice. Everything was calm. The barges were quiet.

Grégoire Eloy
 
 I read as I walked along an endless straight line. A straight road can undermine any long-distance athlete. You just have to look ahead where the road meets the horizon and your legs will suddenly give way and you will be taken over by the immediate urgeto abandon the race.

Antoine Bruy
 
I take a photo of the couple alongside their bearskin. It’s awful. I go to bed with aching legs.

Meyer
 
I arrive in Vézelay, liquid and dissipated like the rain, a ghostly pilgrim. I give in to the urge to wander around the village for the last time. The journey is over. I’m ready to meet Antoine, it is his turn to take to the road now. I think about my friends Tendance Floue, about the others, about all those who have a taste for the urgent and the futile.
She says nothing.
I say nothing. We share the inexpressible.
She leaves.
In a few bewildering hours, I am in Paris.

Alain Willaume
 
The sun is fading. I set up camp beside a small lake and lie down for a long time, loosening my back, relaxing my shoulders, pushing back against the pain. I start to hear the fish murmuring, far, far away. As dusk settles, I can barely make out the hound of the Baskervilles through the tent opening [...] I am here, I recognise and I understand, I share what I am told. And everything is new again.

Mat Jacob
 
STRIKE! INSURRECTION!
— Communiqué zéro
31.05.2017 – 10:44
THE OUPAS STRUGGLE BEGAN ON THE PLATEAU DE MILLEVACHES, HOTSPOT OF RADICAL THINKING AND RESISTANCE OF ALL TYPES. FROM OUR REFUGE, OVERLOOKING A CLANDESTINE HILL WITH AN AMAZING VIEW, WE HEREBY ADDRESS THE AZIMUT COMMUNITY THROUGH COMMUNIQUÉS IN ORDER TO CALL FOR A STRIKE AND FOR INSURRECTION. WE, JOSÉ CHIDLOVSKY AND MAT JACOB, HEREBY DECLARE THE IMMEDIATE CESSATION OF THE AZIMUT JOURNEY. WE ARE IMMOBILE, WE HAVE STOPPED WALKING ALL THE BETTER TO TRAVEL. OR NOT. THE OUPAS STAND FOR ABSOLUTE FREEDOM, THE INVERSION OF THE OBVIOUS. WE ARE THE OUPAS.

Stéphane Lavoué
 
This countryside is dying, it convulses as it spits out its hatred for others, for strangers. These people feel abandoned. Their anger is misdirected.

Léa Habourdin
 
It is exciting to keep moving. I am tempted to go far, to go fast, to start counting the kilometres, to pat myself on the back. But I loaded up my bag of rocks and this eulogy to weight prevents any urge to travel, I will not go far, I will not go fast.

Fred Stucin
 
I’m sick of green, of rocks and hikers. That’s it, I’m heading for town. Tarmac, buildings, bars. Luckily for me, some guy painted the rocks green, the Cévennes’ answer to Basquiat. It’s ugly, and he did it all the way to the village. It did help me get as far as my guesthouse though. Fucking Azimut.

Clémentine Schneidermann
 
The sea is still far away. We are exhausted. We stop for the night at the Évasion camping site. I open my tent, wrinkled and dirty, unopened since my trip to Greenland a few weeks ago. The campsite is fun. People greet us, we’ve been spotted.
As night falls, I take photographs of a group of pre-teens hanging around near the pool table. “Miss, what paper do you work for?”, one boy asks. I ask him what paper he knows. “The Racing Post” he answers.

Guillaume Chauvin
 
I keep climbing. A bird brushes past me, as noisy as a kite. At times I have to crawl through the undergrowth, humming Azimut. Just then, Anastasia texts me to say Victor has taken his first steps. Time dances in a blur before my eyes.

Julien Mignot
 
Like I was saying, walking is not very well suited to photography. Well, not to mine in any case. It is too measured; the landscape keeps repeating itself.