If Nick Brandt were to be an animal, he would be an elephant.
The one who, as Romain Gary wrote in his letter to the pachyderm published in 1968 in
Le Figaro Littéraire, “resonates triumphantly like the end of submission and servitude, like an echo of this infinite freedom which has haunted our soul since she was oppressed for the first time ”.
This thirst for creative freedom has always been at the heart of Nick Brandt's approach.
In a time when photography is bloodless, where authors run after orders, grants and other scattered funding to survive, this Briton has the luxury of being able to afford the projects he wants;
to free himself from all ties to be able to do what pleases him.
His mastodon prints (in size and price) are selling like hot cakes, so are his books.
Since 2001, he has signed six.
Six masterpieces whose names click like Swedish metal album titles:
This Empty World, Inherit
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