British photographer Rip Hopkins, at random meetings in the land of nobility, delivers an amazing painting of 96 portraits the Belgian historian, Olivier de Trazegnies, paces the paradoxes of the Belgian aristocracy the French author Pauline de La Boulaye, like a botanist pinning a butterfly, scrutinizes the images of the aristocracy.
Born in Sheffield in 1972, Rip Hopkins graduated from the Industrial Design National School (ENSCI) in Paris. For almost ten years, in collaboration with Doctors Without Borders, he produced photographic reports and documentaries on endangered populations around the world.
Winner of several prestigious awards and grants, his work is one of several international public and private collections.
Rip Hopkins is constantly looking for new testing grounds and new artistic challenges. He practices different genres as the portrait or landscape, its atypical style, at the crossroads of documentary photography and artistic expression, puts people at the center of his work.
Rip Hopkins is a member of Agence Vu in Paris. It is represented in Europe by the gallery The Lamppost and Belgium by Caroline Bouchard for the Belgian Blue Blood series.
Belgian Blue Blood
Pauline de La Boulaye, Olivier de Trazegnies
Pauline de La Boulaye
Un âge de Fer et de Béton
Rip Hopkins, Christophe Donner
Pauline de La Boulaye, Antony Mair
Pauline de La Boulaye
Born in Paris in 1977. A graduate in Contemporary History and Social Sciences (Paris). Writer and independent curator. She realized exhibitions, conferences and study visits to museums, art schools and cities as well as private and corporate collections. His projects linking visual arts, circus performance, dance, life, design, architecture, museum, public space, and ask their silos. Intervener at the higher institute for the study of visual language (Iselp) and the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Brussels, she lives with her family in the capital of Europe.
Olivier de Trazegnies
Quarante-trois d’un long néant,
Quoique de très ancienne souche
Dont il s’extrait, couche après couche.
Grand scribouilleur, peu publié,
S‘il n’avait pas pour vérité
Qu’on peut être et avoir été.
Quant à son siècle qui avance,
Il exige qu’on le devance.