Photographer Marc Riboud at the Guimet museum, the damned of war – Liberation

“Today, not a tree that has been cut, chopped, skinned by bombs (…) not an electric pole that is not twisted; not a car or truck windshield that is not holes of bullets; Not a house that is not destroyed or damaged (…) The dead have been buried on the spot (…) These small mames of earth, we see them everywhere: in the parks, at the foot of the trees, on the banks of the river. Some are the size of very young children. Decumbers, we still remove the dead. At the hospital, injured, in refugee camps, children, die every day. ” From one devastation the other, the story does not describe the Gaza Strip, but the Vietnamese city of Hué, former imperial capital formerly reputed for its blue porcelain. And it has not been in recent weeks, but April 1968, in the midst of the Têt, a warrior episode during which the Americans will carry out intensive bombing by denying « View populations », The story has definitely not finished stammering.

Thus, who came to Guimet, the National Museum of Asian Arts, to rediscover the work of one of the most illustrious French photographer in the second half of the 20th century, we find ourselves to read these articles, published in The world, that Marc Riboud wrote his leica again. Castor witness of his time, the youngest of Cartier-Bresson and Capa will have burned all his life, between China, Alaska, South Africa, Iran and Cuba. But