"Just images", says Bernard Descamps of the pictures he takes on his travels. "Recognised" images, "encountered" pictures. What does that mean? That the photographer always hopes to cross paths with the images he already has in his head. "I travel to meet myself", he adds, so he does not travel just anywhere; he has favourite destinations. Where Descamps feels at home is Africa. Setting out to meet landscapes and people, he rubs shoulders with the Berbers, the Fulani, the Bozo and the Pygmies, whose portraits have moved everyone who has seen them. In his work the fondness lies in the choice of framing and of distance, between too far and too close, in the hierarchy of planes within the image, in the degree of abstraction and in the nature of the graphic work he puts into it. He decentres, shifts and truncates: backlight, blur, fragmented bodies, stylised reality. He does not tinker with reality, he plays with it.