« There exists another world but it is here in this one. »

François Le Diascorn is a fine art photographer who has always chosen his own photographic subjects. He continues to unceasingly travel the world, photographing whatever he meets of interest on the road but with a predilection for certain subjects: magical animals, creatures of the oceans, Buddha and Christ, angels and demons, hospitals and carnivals, trees and tree people, children and clouds, monks and shepherds, his fetish cities and countries Paris, Venice, Sète, Varanasi, Egypt, India, Greece.

At the end of the 1970s, François Le Diascorn joined the reknown photo agency VIVA with some of the great names of French photography as Guy Le Querrec, Hervé Gloaguen, Martine Franck, Claude Raimond-Dityvon, François Hers, and William Klein. He has been a member of the RAPHO Agency (now Gamma-Rapho) since 1986. His photographs have been shown in museums and galleries in Europe and the United States and are in a number of collections including that of the Cartier Foundation for Contemporary Art, the Paris Bibliothèque Nationale de France, the French National Center of Plastic Arts, the European Center for Photography in Paris (MEP), le Centre Pompidou in Paris, the Nicephore Niepce Museum in Châlon-sur-Saône, the Réattu Museum in Arles, the Carnavalet Museum in Paris and numerous private collections.

François’ style of photography is becoming a « lost art ». François Le Diascorn is an artist who has not bowed to digital photography but continues to shoot black and white and colour with 35mm cameras he has used all his life. He does his own black and white printing on silver-bromide paper. He captures moments that occur in reality but require an uncanny eye to see and a great talent to capture. He never alters or crops his photos after shooting his subjects. The perfect framing of a precise moment in time is what gives his work its authenticity, its poetry, and its magic.

« Doubts of a wide-awake sleeper. I seek to record instants that are like hallways toward dreams, doors opening onto the unreal, somnambular passages of life which recall its fragility, its ephemeral aspect. Shadow theater. But when one speaks of shadows, one also speaks of light. »

François Le Diascorn