In the boot of my father’s Citroen ID20 station wagon there were two side-facing seats.
They were my special seats.
Here I could create my own little world, piling up books, carving a stick with my pocket knife, eat apples from the garden.
From here I could watch the scenery going by, wave at the cars behind us, look at the city lights, catching a glimpse of people’s life as my dad’s car whizzed pass them.
Meanwhile my 3 sisters were on the back seat playing with dolls and arguing…
Cars are a fascinating way to observe the behaviour of people and often a reflection of their social status, life challenges, priorities.
I also love the way a car can become a tool for me. Something to shoot through voyeuristically, to add depth and also tell a story, or hint at something deeper.
Jocelyn Janon NEW ZEALAND
When I was 4 my father put me on a bike, pushed me down the hill and I crashed in the salad patch at the bottom of the garden.
We lived next to a huge chalk quarry which was used as a tip, filled with rubbish: this is where I grew up.
I learned how to burn tires, make spears out of construction material and a luge out of Renault 5 bumpers.
Because we lived in a disadvantaged area, we had to participate in “activities”, thanks to a pro-communist France.
From this time came my diploma in archery, my hatred of horse riding, my expertise at building balsa planes and wobbly pottery. Basket-ball, judo, volleyball, cross country, pommel horse and javelin were imposed on us.
We only liked soccer.
When we'd had enough of it all, they sent us to photography.
I did not want to go, but I had to.
And I loved it: The photo lab was like paradise; magical.
Then, when I was older, I had to do all sorts of jobs. Mostly jobs other people did not want.
Dustman, security guard, fisherman, telemarketer, grape harvesting, working for antiquarians and other artisans. Anything.
From that time came my love of people at work and my dislike for social injustice.
Photography stayed with me.
After years of working in IT, I moved to New Zealand (2000) where I now photograph people.
People moving, running, arguing, dancing, jumping, protesting, agreeing, swimming, smoking, flying, crying, working. Doing nothing.
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