Remi Rebillard

Born in 1964, lives and works in Paris, France

Photographer, but above all an artist. Devoted almost exclusively to his personal research since 2009, he asks us about the future of our society through his other passion, women.

He grew up in Paris surrounded by artists and actors in an era when nothing was considered impossible. He is inspired by sadness and emotion. That is why his models sometimes look like disjointed dolls but they can never be mistaken for toys. Their gaze is so intense. They are not dead, quite the contrary. They are so strong that nothing seems able to reach them. They seem to be distancing themselves from the audience and displaying an indifference to the world they are posing in.

These women are not objects, but inquisitors who seem to be asking us what we have done to the world.

His work dares to dwell in broken, stark and dirty places to draw out the story of a naked soul seemingly stumbled upon. He examines the dichotomy of his subjects’ sensuality and dejection, and from that examination he creates a narrative colored by his own intimate experience with life and society’s heartbreaks.

If creativity comes from an acute sense for finding beauty in places overlooked, Remi exemplifies a true artist’s daring to explore humanity in stark expanses of nature and luckless wastelands. His bold photographic encounters with female dwellers of such spaces invests him with a deep palette of stories to tell. Personal analysis and expression of the world around him enriches his camera eye, asking us to look upon the perplexing co-existence of female sensuality and estrangement that may be the future of our social fabric.

Some place better you've ever been..

There are two subjects that forever inspire and intrigue me, the immense lonely landscape of the desert and the ephemeral beauty of a woman.

In this series of photographs, I explore the pairing of the two.  The desert with its hot dusty roads scattered with broken down forgotten towns that are barely large enough to warrant much more than a bus stop. A place where time is lost….

And when beauty steps in and imposes herself on this harsh canvas, I see more than her exterior beauty.  I see the layers of her fragility, sensuality and emotion come through.

In this place, there is nothing for her to hide behind.  She is exposed and vulnerable.

Which raises the question, the underlying theme in all my work,  “Can beauty survive in a world that is drifting away?”