A painter balancing on the Eiffel Tower as if it were a game, a young woman offering a chrysanthemum to armed soldiers, a Turkish child watching the ships pass through the moucharabiehs of the Galata Bridge:
"I photograph as musicians sing"
, said Marc Riboud. With him the note is always right and the lyricism, perfectly mastered. Five years after his death, at the age of 93, he remains one of the great photographers, and privileged witnesses, of the second half of the 20th century. We find him today at the Guimet Museum, almost "at home" since his archives are now kept there following the recent bequest made by his beneficiaries, and also because he has extensively photographed Asia, India to China, from Afghanistan to Japan.
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At home and with family.
This same museum houses one of the most important collections of Indian textiles bequeathed by Krishna Riboud, Marc's sister-in-law and wife of his brother Jean.
It is Krishna, also friend
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