These are a fair few things that I liked at Paris Photo. First of all, these sewn collages by Anne Magret. When I was walking by these, a kid saw them, gasped, ran to his mum and said "Mum, this is scary!"
And so it is!
The first thing I saw when I walked in the Grand Palais was a picture of Yukio Mishima by Eikoh Hosoe. This is from Ordeal by Roses and Mishima is looking well-hard, but there was a lot of Hosoe around the Grand Palais. And big. And I would have bought it if circumstances were three zeroes different.
Antonio Lopez's grids were stunning and fun.
Macron was there, but even better was accidentally running into Mathieu Asselin shaking hands with his friend The Minister of Culture and Minister of Work with Sam Stourdze in attendance.
The most beautiful presentation award, by popular acclaim, goes to this shelf of Masao Yamamoto. Presented in glass, they were both delicate but also organic. The photograph as object really comes alive. Done wrong it could go a bit IKEA. And it will go a bit IKEA with some people, but here it was special.
The mass of images and the apparent randomness of what is shown in some booths can be overwhelming at times. It was hard to settle at times. So it was really beautiful to see the East Wing Gallery showing just one set of prints: Astres Noirs by Katrin Koenning and Sarker Protick. This was an almost meditative space amidst the madness and though I missed Sarker, it was really lovely to finally meet Katrin.
Kazuma Obara's new book 30, published by Editorial RM (sorry I can't find the link). I've got the original handmade book which is a thing of beauty and what Editorial RM have done to reproduce it is quite amazing, as it was with Silent Histories.
The emphasis on the material of the image continued throughout the hall with pictures presented above mounts, with edges, and a certain roughness showing. There was supremely subtle framing of smaller images, and then you got those where the process was central to what was on display The photogravures by Susan Derges were very special with glorious greys and pages almost resting on the mount.
And lastly there was this by Boris Ignatov. Just fabulous.