JACQUES BRAVO

Essaouira.

The city that so well deserves its name "pretty picture" "or pretty view" - we always discuss it - is a book of which we will never know all the chapters. We leaf through, we reread.

That day, luck of the photographer, opportunity which makes the good thief, I discreetly followed two young women who strolled in the late afternoon, their family day visibly ended. A desire to capture emblematic silhouettes who paid absolutely no attention to me. January light is often the best of the year, the finest, the most expressive. All in their conversation, they guided me in the central square then settled in front of this sumptuous curtain of an imperial purple stage, the favorite color of the Roman elites whose obsession has crossed the millennia: the seashell becomes director scene. Orson Welles could only film it in black and white, but how could we not think of Othello?