This is a postscript, partly because I wanted to post my snaps of these wonderful images. They make me nostalgic for a time I didn’t experience, but I think I can extrapolate somewhat.
The Arles at 50 exhibition was very half-hearted I thought. It could have been incredible so maybe my expectations were just too high.
J’adore les Rencontres (et Arles beaucoup) et j’ai hâte d’y retourner en août!