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Created in 2012, Camera Clara Photo Award is dedicated to photographers using large format camera. It rewards an unpublished work created by an artist, presented as a series or other coherent and comprehensive photographic set. The work will be assessed on its coherence, as a form as well as a content.
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Guillaume Zuili
Prize winner 2017
Urban Jungle
Born in 1965 in Paris, he is now American citizen and has been living in Los Angeles since 2002. He is represented by the gallery Clémentine de la Féronniere. He is correspondant for VU agency.
Introducing the series
“I've been living in Los Angeles since 2002. I photograph this megalopolis every day, and it never ceases to amaze me.
It's not a single entity, but several cities glued end-to-end as it expands horizontally. Gridded by hundreds of kilometers of freeways. Several worlds coexist without mixing. Beverly Hills, West Hollywood and the Westside are almost oblivious to the existence of Downtown, or even worse, East LA. And I photographed these different worlds with my obsession for signs and traces.
A move to San Pedro in 2017 led me to discover another LA that I was completely unaware of. Artists fleeing Venice Beach or Downtown because of the “gentrification” taking over this area, sandwiched between the westside and its beaches and the wealthy Orange County area.
San Pedro is the Port of Los Angeles.
A city where you can either hide or get lost...
An urban and industrial cacophony where everything blends together.
Freeways as far as the eye can see, with a constant flow of trucks dumping products from the port's containers day and night...
In the middle, empty buildings with open windows, signposts from another era, resisting but about to disappear.
Small stilts padlocked to protect what little there is.
A “Sorry Man” from an evangelical church to bring these Latino workers of the American dream to heel and remind them of God's wrath.
A cut palm trunk, because nothing can resist this dream.
A flag flapping in the middle of derisory scaffolding, because they're everywhere.
These outdated signs of Walker Evans' America are still there.
Freeways, still and always...
And this breathless van from far-off Wyoming, with its rusted body, which has finished its journey to this magical, fantastical West.”