I have always admired the photographers who capture life. Before rolling news and paparazzi there existed a breed of photographer who would immerse themselves within a world and simply capture it in a way so as not to influence but to simply inform.
Robert Capa, Don McCullin, Bill Eppridge, Tom Woods (to name but a few) are all true documenters of not only everyday life, but the darker, less ordinary and often controversial side of life. Yet they never sensationalise, glorify, vilify or mimic their subjects..they simply bring the viewer into a world and let them decide. They are teachers. They are storytellers.
It was with this (and a lot of red wine) in mind that I agreed to document a local hunt in SW France.
I was on holiday visiting my parents. I was collected at 8.45am with a hangover. I speak no French. I could never shoot a helpless animal.
The day began with (a few) tiny glasses of white wine and finished with (several) tiny glasses of pastis and a hearty lunch of local Venision.
Here’s what happened in between ***